He gently closed the illustration book and looked out the window at the receding grassland.
In the distance, a flock of cows and sheep were wandering among the grass. The strong wind blew the grass down, creating layers of wave-like ripples.
"What a scary Luminarist …" He let out a long sigh. "If I were to face a Giant Magma Wolf …" He didn't say anything else, and simply imagined it. No matter how he simulated it, he would be defeated. He wouldn't even be able to get close and would be killed easily.
"Looks like I have to quickly choose my core totem and become a real Luminarist before I can officially enter this world. There's only a year and a half left. "
Garon kept the illustration book in his bag and held the silver staff that was as long as his forearm. He closed his eyes and began to look at the attribute pane and skill pane at the bottom of his vision.
Below the skill pane, a translucent red symbol was faintly appearing. It was like a growing fetus, jumping and flashing with a red halo like a heart.
Garon discovered this yesterday. After careful observation, he realized that inside this fetus, there seemed to be a delicate 3D image of a neon butterfly.
This made him overjoyed. He had always hoped that his ability would be able to provide him with some help on his path as a Luminarist. Otherwise, to catch up to those elite Luminarists in a year's time would only be a fantasy.
But now, he could finally see some hope.
His ability seemed to be slowly encompassing the neon butterfly totem.
"The picture is clearer today." Garon retracted his gaze. "I think that when I return to the manor, it will be able to show its actual use. But I can't just place my hopes on this. I still have to prepare for many other aspects. "
What he lacked now was a core totem.
The images he saw during the travel were blurry. Obviously, it was too complicated and the fluctuations were too big. He could only see a mass of colorful swaying. He could only judge its strength from the extent of the swaying. But the specific totem's form could not be seen clearly.
Garon refused to choose the Tasura School's totem mainly because he wanted to find a strong enough totem for himself in the future.
But such a totem would definitely require detailed knowledge inheritance. How to cultivate it, how to take care of it, what conditions were needed, and even the environment and time requirements.
But he already had a plan.
Garon kept changing carriages or joining caravans as the carriages passed by. Soon, they were close to the border of the Lush Forest Province.
The Lush Forest Province was a park province. It was covered by large forests and forests, and there was an endless stream of tourists.
Garon arrived at Ferrandor, a small city located between Hana Province and the Lush Forest. From here, he boarded a tourist bus and headed towards Trejon's territory in the middle of the Lush Forest.
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Between the emerald green forest, two white bus-like rectangular ox carts were slowly moving forward in the sea of trees.
The tour guide was a hunter's daughter. She held a trumpet-shaped paper tube and was loudly introducing the local customs of the Lush Forest to the passengers on the bus.
The bus was filled with tourists. Most of them were couples, partners, or families of three. There were workers, merchants, small nobles, military officers, and so on. Men and women, young and old, there were more than twenty people in the car.
Pulling the carriage was a type of black bull with a robust body. There were four of them and they were more than a meter tall. They were equivalent to the stronger version of a normal black bull. From time to time, it would let out a low growl.
From time to time, the wheels would run over small stones and pits, causing the road to shake unsteadily.
Garon sat on the left side of the last row of the bus. He was near the window.
He was still wearing a grey robe and had a black leather suitcase by his feet. He looked very neat and tidy. He looked like a young teacher in a university and had a refined temperament.
There were two people sitting opposite him. One was a middle-aged male clergyman wearing a black robe with white edges, and the other was a quiet young girl.
The two of them seemed to be together. They did not speak when they got on the bus. The atmosphere seemed a little awkward.
The two of them had not spoken a word since they got on the bus for more than half an hour. On the other hand, the four people sitting on the left side of the bus were talking loudly. The four of them were young newlyweds. The men were boasting about each other. One talked about the glorious history, and the other talked about the strange things. The two wives were bragging about the new things they bought and where they imported them from. They also talked about the food they ate and the chef who cooked it.
The two pairs of vain families with small assets gathered together. As a result, the people around them were also influenced by them. They began to use different ways to point out that they were not to be trifled with, and that they could be related to this and that.
Thus, the poor tour guide could only talk about the local customs of the Lush Forest by herself. Although it seemed that no one was listening at all.
Of course, there were a few people who did not like to participate. For example, Garon, the clergyman and the girl sitting opposite him. There was also the seat in front of them, a white-haired old couple and a young male officer.
Garon reviewed his understanding of basic tactics for a while. He felt a little tired, so he stopped and rested for a while.
He looked out of the window. Just now, another metal road sign had passed by. There seemed to be some words on it. He did not have time to see it clearly.
"May I ask where we are now?" Garon asked the black-robed clergyman politely.
"Ethan Hal. It was written on the road sign just now." The clergyman showed a gentle smile and replied.
The girl next to him sneered.
"We turned left. We are now going to White Gascar. Don't talk nonsense if you didn't see it clearly! "
"I might have seen wrongly. Sorry." The clergyman smiled at Garon politely. "If we are going to White Gascar, we should be there in about an hour." He took out a pocket watch and looked at the time.
"That's fast. After White Gascar, we should be at the Trejons territory, right?" Garon asked again.
"Yes. The Trejons family is the local nobility. They have always maintained the original look of the territory very well. It's a good place for sightseeing. "The clergyman nodded.
"We can see black swans there!" The girl rushed to say. "Oh my god, there are as many black swans there as there are ducks. It's a very famous scene! "
"But the bandits there are also very rampant. We won't be robbed, right? "A man from the couple on the left interrupted worriedly.
"No, it's said that some time ago, the bandits there were more or less wiped out." The clergyman replied gently. "I've been there before to greet a newly built chapel. I've also visited the territory's planning officer. I have a rough idea of the situation."
"The planning officer there should still be Sinclair, right? Sinclair is the imperial official from Hana. "The man asked.
"You know him too?" The clergyman was slightly surprised.
"We've met a few times. He's a very well-mannered big shot. We've seen him at a concert." The man replied with a little pride.
"Sinclair's planning officer is said to have been transferred from the Hana province where there's unrest." The clergyman frowned.
"Unrest? Are you talking about those damned Nell thugs? I heard that the situation in the southwest is very serious now … The consul of a few cities has fled … "The man immediately lowered his voice.
"Don't talk about the empire's affairs!" The man's wife beside him gently pulled him.
Instantly, the man and the clergyman stopped talking. Only their expressions were a little serious. They both noticed that the male officer sitting in the front row glanced at them. His gaze was a little cold.
However, Garon's heart skipped a beat.
"You just said that there's unrest in the southwest?" He focused on the clergyman and the man who spoke just now.
"Don't say anymore. It's better not to talk about this kind of national affairs in this kind of situation." The clergyman reminded him softly.
"Can you tell me which cities are experiencing unrest?" Garon also lowered his voice and pretended to be very interested.
The man at the side couldn't help but answer. "I heard that it's Cloudy Light City and White Rose City."
"White Rose!" Garon was slightly shocked. A black and white square flag suddenly appeared in his memory. The black on the left was pure black, while the white on the right was the symbol of the pure and noble White Rose flower.
"It's finally begun …" His heart faintly felt heavy.
The wheels of history finally started rolling.
The historical timeline that Garon had organized started from the war between the Obscuro Society and the Royal Alliance of Luminarists.
And this time, the White Rose Rebellion was the beginning of the Obscuro Society's actions. It was also the beginning of the end of the Royal Alliance of Luminarists' thousands of years of rule.
Under the burning flames of the Obscuro Society's war, the Royal Alliance of Luminarists' bloated and rotten body completely collapsed within a short year.
"The Royal Alliance of Luminarists won't collapse so easily." Garon began to calculate carefully in his heart. "According to the established history, the Royal Alliance of Luminarists' overall strength was much stronger than the Obscuro Society in the early and middle stages. It's just that a lot of their internal fighting power was pulled in, and there were internal and external threats. Plus, the Alliance of Luminarists were fighting for themselves, and wanted to annex each other's ambitions instead of rescuing each other. This led to the outbreak of the second rebellion and the third war. "
"Those stupid Kings and Royals still thought that this rebellion would be the same as before, and that it would be extinguished in a short time. Then, they would divide the benefits of the country that was cleared out from the rebellion. Unfortunately … it's different this time. "Garon sat alone in his seat, his heart surging with emotions.
The Battle of the White Rose was an action by the Obscuro Society to challenge and test the authority of the Royal Alliance of Luminarists. They still thought that the Royal Alliance of Luminarists was strong, and wouldn't dare to start a large-scale conflict. What they didn't expect was that the result was far beyond their expectations.
A simple small-scale rebellion, in the end, actually destroyed the small Empire in the end, and it even had the tendency to burn the surrounding countries.
Garon's heart was quickly circling around.
"This rebellion is unstoppable. Soon, in two months, the war will officially break out, and the Obscuro Society will declare war on the Royal Alliance. This war will spread to every corner of the world, and there will be no place to hide. The Luminarists will also be completely exposed to the public. They will join the army and engage in a life and death battle. I have to decide on my core totem within these two months, or else when the war breaks out and my father is transferred to join the war, my safety will be the most important issue. "
This was the first world war of this world. The Obscuro Society started a war in 23 countries, and launched the strongest attack on the traditional power of the Royal Alliance of Luminarists. They didn't use official methods, but the way of the Luminarists, igniting the flames of war in the world.
Garon remembered that in the first world war, the Obscuro Society used the totem as the foundation, and created an uncountable number of terrifying inhuman armies, destroying everything like a natural disaster. The Royal Alliance of Luminarists was defeated one by one, and large areas of land were occupied.
In a year's time, the Royal Alliance of each country was defeated, and the world was in chaos.
However, in this almost apocalyptic situation, three extremely strong and young heroes emerged. Grand Duke Goth, Prince Alexander, and Queen Jean Anne.
The city that the three of them were in became the frontline of the resistance against the Obscuro Society, and at the same time, saved the three departments that were about to collapse. They became the last resistance of the Royal Alliance of Luminarists.
What Garon wanted to do now, was to find a strong enough core totem that belonged to him from this rebellion.
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