Garon stood in front of the Pagoda of Consolation in the inner city, wearing a golden nine flower on his body. Standing alone in the middle of a row of black-clothed people, Garon didn't stand out at all.
The people in front and behind him all lined up in a straight line, one after another coming forward to present the Grand Duke's body. The people with flowers walked away silently, standing to the side. The people behind followed silently.
In this spacious Pagoda of Consolation, no one made a sound in unison.
In the grey-white Pagoda of Consolation, the Grand Duke's body was placed on the side of the Pagoda of Consolation. His body was solidified by a platinum translucent metal, like amber.
Garon didn't recognize the people in front and behind him, but from the energy waves radiating from their bodies, almost none of them were weak. With so many people standing here in line, he was the only one with a form one totem user's totem light.
The people in front and behind him were both form three and form two totem users, their bodies filled with the thick stench of blood.
To be able to survive at this time, all of them were executioners whose hands were stained with the blood of countless monsters.
Soon, it was his turn.
Garon stepped forward, gently placing the golden nine flower in front of the crystal coffin. He bowed, turned around and walked to the left.
Looking up, there were people everywhere, but he didn't recognize any of them.
People gathered in twos and threes, whispering, some stood alone at the side, their faces cold. Not far away, the nobles were all gloomy.
Garon didn't see Goth's figure.
Since the Grand Duke used up his life and clashed with the monster bird yesterday, the monster army suffered heavy losses, and finally retreated. The monster bird was also heavily injured, and flew away, staggering.
The battle situation was temporarily stabilized.
But Goth was nowhere to be seen.
Garon sighed. Originally, he came here to make friends with Goth for his own benefit, but he didn't think that after seeing what happened in history, he would feel bad.
Soon, a middle-aged man and woman walked into the Pagoda of Consolation, both wearing platinum armor and white robes with silver edges.
"Master Vesta, Master Canaan." The person in charge of welcoming guests took the initiative to greet them respectfully.
"The situation is tense. We can only stay for a short while." The man, Canaan, nodded solemnly. He and Vesta were now the two strongest form three totem users in the city. Although they were still far from the Grand Duke level, after the previous battle, the monsters obviously didn't dare to push too hard into the inner city. The situation was also greatly alleviated.
A group of people surrounded the two of them respectfully as they walked towards the coffin. Inquiring about the situation, worrying, and hoping for reassurance.
A large group of people surrounded the two of them, hoping to get the answer they wanted.
Garon retreated far away from the center. Looking at the noisy scene inside, he suddenly felt a little stuffy.
He turned around and walked out of the main hall. When he looked around, the surroundings were sparse, and there was almost no one in sight. There were only a few expressionless people walking on the streets. Most of them hid in the pre-built fortifications.
Garon searched everywhere, but he didn't find any trace of Goth.
Now that the city was deserted, there were too many places to hide. After strolling for a while on the main street, Garon decided to leave the inner city through the underground tunnel.
"Garon?"
A confused voice came from a passing carriage.
Garon turned around and looked at the black carriage that stopped beside him.
"You are?"
The curtain of the carriage opened, revealing a solemn man's face. "I saw you that day at Goth's house. Don't you want to come in and chat? "
Garon hesitated. "Okay."
He opened the curtain, got into the carriage, and sat on the right side of the man.
The carriage shook slightly, and started moving again.
The man looked at the street outside calmly. "That day I went to investigate Goth's house, and saw you walking out. How was it? Did you get a clear picture of the situation? "
Garon shook his head. "I'm completely confused now. Goth was controlled by someone and killed his own father. Who was the one controlling him? And what's with Jessica? "
The man's face flashed with a hint of seriousness.
"This matter, we've already done a preliminary investigation, but only a few higher-ups know about it. All of this originated from Goth's mother, Jonglea Jess. "
"Jess?" Garon's gaze suddenly froze.
"You know about it too?" The man looked at Garon in surprise. "As a form one totem user, you're quite well-informed. Since I met you on the street, I'll explain the situation to you. If you meet Goth, please talk to him. "
Garon nodded.
The man went silent, as if he was organizing how to explain what happened next.
The carriage also slowed down in a considerate manner.
"Actually, whether it was Jessica being empowered, or taking away the Heart of the Dragon Shadow. Or Goth assassinating his own father. These were all arranged in advance. "He finally spoke slowly.
His deep voice echoed in the carriage, sounding even more solemn.
"Jonglea Jess was originally one of the higher-ups of the Obscuro Society. She infiltrated Iron Tank City, and accidentally fell in love with the Grand Duke … Phew … Their love grew. We don't know what happened in between, but later on, it should be Jess who gave up her position for love. She gave up everything she had, and chose love. She even got pregnant with Goth. When she gave up everything, she realized that the Grand Duke didn't really love her. "
The man paused for a moment.
"Jess was an extremely arrogant and loyal person. She gave up everything she could for the Grand Duke. When she gave up everything, got pregnant, and sought refuge with the Grand Duke alone, she realized that the Grand Duke didn't really like her at all. He was just playing with her. At that time, the Grand Duke was young, handsome, and talented. There were too many people who liked him. He didn't really care about such a pretty girl. Then … The tragedy began. "
"Seems like this is the root of everything." Garon exhaled. "The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred. She set Goth up for twenty years, and it finally worked. "
"Life …" The man sighed. "We will make many mistakes in our lives, and make bad choices, but we must never let the mistakes be irreversible …" He seemed to have remembered his own life.
"Then where is Jess now?" Garon asked the most crucial question, the most important question to himself.
"Dead." The man smiled helplessly. "Otherwise, do you think Goth's Blackfield Bird could be activated so easily? That's a top level totem that only appeared once in history! "
.....
When they got down from the carriage, it was already afternoon.
The orange-red sunlight dyed the entire inner city a golden-red color.
Garon looked at the carriage that was leaving, and stood at the entrance of the War Guild's headquarters. For a moment, his feelings were inexplicably complicated.
He still remembered Goth's mother. She was a gentle, beautiful middle-aged woman. She always gave people the feeling of a spring breeze. He always felt that he couldn't see through her, but he didn't think that she was hiding such deep hatred in her heart.
"If she is Jess, then maybe everything makes sense …" He touched the Derivator in his arms. "The Derivator has the function of being in contact at any time, if Jess wanted to go into hiding and carry out her plan, she would be able to do it. Then naturally she couldn't bring the Derivator. Maybe she would destroy her Derivator and ask the headquarters to make a new one. If that's the case, then the Derivator's appearance near Iron Tank City must have been planned. "
His thoughts turned quickly, and he almost understood everything.
"Because Jess didn't want the Derivator at all. Maybe even Goth's explosion of the furnace to destroy the base was directed by her." Although this explanation was flawed, it was already perfect.
Before walking into the War Guild, Garon took one last look at the Duke's Mansion.
He didn't know what kind of state Goth was in, but it was obvious that he was on the verge of collapse.
"Life …" Garon sighed, and turned to walk into the guild. He knew that now was the crucial moment for Goth's true transformation.
The Grand Duke was destroyed because of his own heartlessness. Although his actions were common among the nobles in this world, but unfortunately, he chose the wrong target.
*****
Half a month later ….
Garon sat at the desk, quietly learning the second tactic.
In the vermilion study, Angel and Reylan each took a corner.
Angel kept playing with a silver knife in her hand, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Her gaze swept over Garon from time to time. She wore tight brown leather armor, and her slender legs were wrapped in brown leather pants. She looked like a hunter out hunting in the jungle.
Reylan wore a gray robe, and the hood covered her scary face. She sat in a wheelchair with hostility, and looked at Angel with jealousy.
"I also want to join brother's War Chain." Reylan said in a low voice.
Garon's hand stopped at the tip of the pen, and he looked up at Reylan.
Angel also looked at Reylan in surprise, and the knife in her hand stopped slightly.
"I don't allow women who are prettier than me to get too close to brother." Reylan didn't hide her gloominess.
Garon was immediately speechless. With Reylan's current appearance, even a sixty-year-old auntie couldn't get close to him?
Reylan didn't care at all, and her cold gaze swept over Angel like a poisonous snake. "There are too many ways to make someone's life worse than death …" She pointed out, and slowly turned her wheelchair out of the room, and quickly closed the door.
Garon looked at Angel with a bitter smile, and her face obviously changed.
"Why do you have such a perverted sister!?" Angel angrily sat down, "To be honest, if she wasn't your sister, I'd really want to kill her with one slap!"
Garon didn't know what to say, should he be glad that his brainwashing was too successful, or should he be distressed by Reylan's extreme thoughts?
"You should be a little more tolerant, Reylan is actually very nice." He could only comfort her like this.
"Nice? Didn't you see that your little maid was scared pale all day? "Angel was speechless," Even the forger in my group was so scared that he only dared to live on the first floor. Does your sister get jealous of all women? "
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