This was just a simple morning greeting, but Garon, with his vast and complex martial arts experience, could smell the thick stench of blood from Vanderman. Moreover, this viscount professor exuded an extremely precise and strict temperament.
Exiting the small building, Garon walked in the sunlight on the lawn. His whole body was warmed by the sunlight.
He directly went to the entrance of the manor and called the coachman to pull out his own carriage — — a two-person white carriage with silver edges.
Sitting in the carriage, he ordered the coachman to go along the only road out of the manor. He himself sat in the carriage and looked at the surroundings passing by.
Under his request, the carriage went around the manor in a large circle and finally familiarized itself with the surroundings.
The Trejons Manor was surrounded by green mountains and forests on three sides. Only one side had a small lake. The road extended down from the forest to a small town called Mirror Lake Town. That was the Trejons Family's town, but it was still more than ten kilometers away.
Garon let the carriage go around twice, completely memorizing some of the main terrain. Only then did he stop the carriage and get off alone to walk towards the forest. The coachman did not stop him. This was all the family's territory, and there were family guards patrolling from time to time. It could be said that the security was tight.
Walking along the edge of the lake, Garon quickly walked into a dense black forest.
The dark forest seemed dark and damp even though it was a sunny day.
Some of the pigeons raised by the manor flew around on the lake, some were white and some were grey. A flock of black swans gracefully swam around on the lake, occasionally lowering their heads to comb their feathers.
Garon observed the surroundings bit by bit according to the image he saw while traveling, slowly approaching the location in his memory.
Gradually, he walked to the edge of the family's patrol area. From afar, he saw a grey and white sentry tower in the forest. The tower had a white flag with a silver border and a black swan flag. That was the flag of the Trejons Family.
There were two grey and white clothed sentries on the sentry tower. One was drinking wine, the other was drying clothes.
Garon avoided the sentry tower and tried his best not to be discovered. He walked around in the forest and finally came to an open space where a tombstone was.
The open space was circular, as if it had been specially arranged by someone. There was also a small circle of wooden fences around it, but many of the fences had already rotted away.
Garon compared the scene in his memory. This was where the two Luminarists were fighting.
He carefully examined the marks on the ground, but there were no signs of fighting.
"Obviously, it's not time yet …" He walked in front of the tombstone and looked at the name on it: Hill Kling Dun Fina Anji.
This area had only recently been included in the family's patrol area. It used to be a wasteland, so no one would have thought that there would be a dilapidated tomb here.
Quietly following the original route, Garon returned to the original patrol area of the family. He also memorized this location.
"This tombstone in the image is the fuse between the two Luminarists. But this has nothing to do with me. The important thing is to get information on the Luminarists' abilities …"
Garon pondered on his way back.
He had been practicing Secret Techniques for close to three years. Although he could only reach the highest level with the help of his abilities, he had also put in a lot of hard work. From a normal person who knew nothing, he grew into a master who dared to risk his life and fight against a large number of opponents.
The self-encouragement, sacrifice, and perseverance were not to be underestimated.
The height that Secret Techniques could reach was already the limit in the battle with Sylphalan on the Smoke Island. But from the images he saw when he came here, Luminarists' abilities were obviously more mysterious.
They seemed to be able to control all kinds of powers and fight to the death. Their power seemed to be much stronger than Secret Techniques.
What Garon wanted to know the most now was who was stronger between Secret Techniques and Luminarists.
After everything was ready, he returned to the manor and went back to his room alone. He started to train his body according to the basic breathing technique of the Divine Statue Technique in order to recover his strength as quickly as possible. At the same time, he had to slowly wait for the time of the battle in his memory.
*****
After returning to the manor, he went back to his normal life. He read books and newspapers every day, took care of Acacia's favorite Purple Rose Garden, and went out in the afternoon to the tombstone area to observe the situation from afar.
As for the rest of the time, Garon mainly spent it on training his body. The recovery of the Divine Statue Technique was not something that could be completed overnight. It required a long period of continuous stimulation of the body. With the combination of training and his own ability that was already recovering, he could clearly feel that the speed of recovery had increased by a lot.
He waited silently. The battle of the Luminarists in his memory would be in the next few days.
*****
Amidst the sound of broken cutlery and knives, Garon and Vanderman sat opposite each other, quietly eating the dinner in front of them.
The dim afternoon sun shone in through the left window, landing on the ground to the left of the rectangular white dining table.
On the dining table were turkey, ham, roast goose, squirrel meat soup, onion and tomato soup.
The two of them ate silently without saying a word.
Vanderman raised his head and looked at his son. This son who was usually not very obedient seemed to have become more obedient recently. Usually, he would either go out to gamble or chase after Aquarius. He did not expect him to be so obedient these few days.
"When Sophie left yesterday, why didn't you send her off?" He asked. "Don't be so rude next time. Do you hear me? "
"Yes, father." Garon answered softly and nodded. Actually, he did not think of it and forgot. These few days, he had been paying close attention to the cemetery. He did not even know when Sophie left.
"You were wrong about the Astronomical Order. Don't think that I don't know if you don't tell me. But since you've already given it away, there's no need to take it back, in case the other families look down on you. But I'm sorry for your sister Sophie. "Vanderman closed his eyes and was silent for a while." I will compensate her for this. There won't be a second time. "
"Yes, father." Garon nodded obediently.
The original Acacia and Vanderman had always been like this.
No matter what Acacia did wrong, Vanderman remained calm and unfazed. He didn't seem surprised or worried at all. He just casually shouldered the responsibility and solved it directly. To Acacia, he was so good that he had nothing to say.
But for some reason, Acacia was afraid of his father. He did not know why.
Vanderman finished the soup in his bowl and wiped his lips with Bai Sijuan before standing up.
"Alright, take your time. I have to attend a seminar at the academy in the afternoon. I'll be back late. Stay in the manor and don't go out. There might be danger at night, so be careful. "
"Got it." Garon nodded quickly.
There might be danger at night? What danger?
He suddenly had a vague connection in his heart. Vanderman rarely said this to Acacia in the past. As a Luminarist, even he said that it was dangerous. Obviously, he knew something.
Could it be that there was a change in the Luminarist world?
Garon's mind kept flashing with guesses.
These few days, he had been maintaining Acacia's original lifestyle. He also minimized his interactions with people who were familiar with him. For example, some of Acacia's former friends. Yesterday, they even sent him an invitation to a ball. He rejected it and did not go.
Living in seclusion like this was to make his personality change as subtle as possible so that he would not attract attention.
After all, no matter how much he disguised himself, Garon and the original Acacia still had a big difference in personality.
He sat in his seat and watched his father Vanderman leave the dining hall.
Garon sped up and finished the food on his plate in a few bites. He wiped his mouth clean and stood up. The servant beside him gave him a mouthwash. He just rinsed his mouth and swallowed the mouthwash directly.
Using the excuse of going for a walk around the lake, Garon walked slowly along the lake under the protection of two guards.
Compared to the soldiers in the previous world, these guards were just ordinary people who were slightly stronger. They wore leather armor and short swords. Only the patrol captain had the right to carry a revolver.
Even if Garon's body was weak now, he could still take care of these two guards in a few moves. Even if they were trained in the so-called Royal Special Guards, the result would be the same.
He found a random reason to get rid of the two guards. Since there were patrols and watchtowers around, there was nothing to worry about.
Garon came to the tombstone alone.
Vanderman's words today made him feel that the battle should have happened today.
And the battle in his memory also happened at this time. It was a coincidence.
He crouched in the grass and restrained his blood according to the Secret Technique's breathing technique. His blood was not strong to begin with, but it was quickly restrained by him. In the previous world, he had learned the Turtle Breathing Technique after all.
While hiding in the grass, Garon carefully observed and listened to all the movements around him.
"According to the previous world's classification, when I was at my peak, I was almost at Level B. That was the level of a missile. Its destructive power is equivalent to that of a human-shaped mobile bomb. "
He carefully estimated his recovery progress.
"In four days, I only recovered to the level of an adult."
When he was selected as a core disciple of the White Cloud Dojo, he already had the strength of Level E. He only lacked some combat experience. Level D was the level of a Grandmaster of Combat. Level E was the level of Fei Baiyun, Big Senior Sister Rosetta and the others. It was enough to open a dojo and take in disciples.
With the physical fitness of a normal adult, many moves of the Divine Statue Technique could not be used. They could only use some basic combat skills and grappling skills. But with rich combat experience and blood qi secret techniques, Garon was confident that he could face any opponent below Level E. In other words, those below Level E were the strongest.
After all, although his body was weak, he still had the consciousness of a peak fighter, the King of the Century.
"Now it depends on the level of a Luminarist's combat skills …" Garon became more and more hidden. Even his breathing became longer and more subtle. With his rich combat experience, he already felt that something was wrong around him.
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