"I was wondering why that guy wanted to take so many things away no matter what." Garon laughed. "How do you feel after being successfully empowered?"
"I feel great." Lala hurriedly replied, and thought carefully, "My whole body is very healthy, and all the small problems from before are gone. I have a lot of energy. I only need a standard six hours of sleep every day, and that's enough to recover. My whole body feels like it's in its best condition. "
Garon nodded.
"This is a lesson for me, from now on, you'll be by my side."
"Okay!" Lala's expression instantly relaxed. No matter what, she had always placed her hopes on Garon, and had never felt a sense of belonging to anyone else.
Her parents had passed away early, and her aunt, her only relative, had also died in the war. Now, the only person she could rely on was Garon. Previously, she had been assigned to take care of Reylan, and then fell seriously ill, which made her feel a serious sense of crisis. She was not a totem user, and could not control totems to fight on the frontlines. As a normal person, she had to show her usefulness in the team. Otherwise, after a long time, she would lose her sense of existence, and lose her status.
And returning to Garon's side, and continuing to take care of his life, just like before, was Lala's biggest wish.
"Alright, you can leave now." Garon put the flower pot on the side of the table, and said lightly.
Lala bent her knees, and hesitated for a moment.
"Mr. Garon, regarding your personal information, I didn't say a word, whether it was Miss Reylan, or Miss Angel and the others from the hunting group."
After saying this, she turned around and got out of the carriage. Garon, who was behind her, was slightly surprised, but immediately showed a satisfied expression.
The convoy had stopped outside to have a barbecue, and Ansel held a little harp in her hand, and kept singing softly, the low and melodious voice slowly drifting in from outside the window.
Garon's face showed a hint of listening, and suddenly a slight oddity appeared on his face.
"This tune … Why does it sound a little like the green river grass?" Recalling the TV series he watched on Earth, Garon's memory seemed to have crossed countless time and space, and returned to the time when he first watched TV next to his mother.
"How nostalgic …"
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had completely cast aside all his thoughts.
Stretching his right hand, he stood up and walked towards the other corner of the carriage. That was where the various experimental instruments were placed. Yesterday's verification experiment hadn't been completed yet.
Even if he had a special ability, it was a shameful act to waste time in this kind of race against time.
It was only a day or two before they returned to Trejon's territory.
*****
Vanderman quietly examined the three young people sitting in front of him.
The leader was obviously the black-robed youth. His complexion was not very good, as if he rarely saw the sun. His eyes were a very conspicuous light silver, giving people a feeling of indifference and ruthlessness. Judging from his age, he seemed to be in his twenties.
He called himself Beckstone, a traveler from afar. Due to the sudden change, he had no choice but to move around in order to investigate the cause. This reason was very orthodox, but five out of ten totem users who passed by used this reason. It was a pure jack of all trades.
The other one was a girl in red armor, about eighteen or nineteen years old. She sat close to Beckstone, and occasionally stole glances at the people beside her. It was obvious that she was interested in them. One look and you could tell that she was not scheming. Although she was pretty, she was still very naive and young.
The last person was a well-built guy. He was very interested in Maxilan's biological armor, so he went over to get closer to him. It was obvious that he was a little guy who didn't know how to hide his emotions.
Vanderman maintained a polite smile on his face.
"As a member of the Royal Alliance of Luminarists, I am deeply saddened by the chaos that is happening now. However, under such circumstances, please forgive me for sending people to investigate your information. After all, we also have a strong and sinister enemy. "
"Lord Viscount's actions are very normal, it's natural. To be able to let us rest temporarily in these troubled times is already a great favor. If there's anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate. "Beckstone maintained a polite smile on his face. Regarding the investigation of Leanna's disappearance, naturally he couldn't directly mention it. He would first investigate in secret, and if there were no discoveries, it wouldn't be too late to ask the Lord for help. After all, the local Lord could also be one of the suspects.
"To be able to generously lend a helping hand, I represent the people of Teljose to thank you for your support." Vanderman thanked Beckstone and the other two solemnly.
"You're welcome." The three of them quickly returned the gesture.
"It's what we should do."
"Then, I'll leave for a while. If there's anything you need, please instruct the maids to do it." Vanderman stood up. "Also, my territory is the frontline of the resistance. The monsters behind have basically been cleared. If you walk in, you'll reach the human defense zone. After a while, if you want to leave, I can send people to send you to other cities."
"Thank you, Lord Viscount." Beckstone stood up and bowed slightly.
"Mm, have a good rest. Someone will bring you to your room. "Vanderman nodded and walked out of the hall.
Beckstone watched as the Viscount left the hall. The Knight of Maxilan also followed him out. He only sat down again when he could no longer hear the footsteps.
"What's wrong? What are you thinking about? "Berlina leaned over from behind and asked softly. A faint fragrance wafted into Beckstone's nose.
He frowned.
"Nothing."
He took out an intricate little box and gently stroked the patterns on the lid.
"The clue pointed to Teljose, but it was cut off after that. It's best that we check this manor carefully. We should be able to find something. "
"Boss, I feel that something's wrong." The bearded Darian said softly.
"What's wrong?"
"That Viscount Vanderman." Darian said seriously, "I can smell a bad smell on him."
"Something bad?" Beckstone frowned. "Is it the Phantom Light?"
Darian nodded slightly.
"The Royal Alliance of Luminarists has its own internal conflicts. This is nothing. This Viscount Vanderman might belong to the more extreme faction. "Beckstone thought for a while and answered.
"Anyway, I feel that something's wrong." Darian said while shaking his head.
*****
Aquarius Manor
"Tsk tsk … Two spiritualized totem users? Where did these powerful people come from? " Aquarius was wearing a flirtatious red dress. She was holding the news from her subordinate totem user. Her expression was indescribably shocked.
A lady in green beside her had a respectful expression.
"According to the information, they have been tracking the whereabouts of a young girl named Leanna. This young girl is very important to the man called Beckstone. "
"Leanna …" Aquarius' face showed a proud smile. "Even luck is on my side. Vanderman … Leanna … Leanna? I feel like laughing just thinking about it. How are the losses of the Tree Shade? "
"It's alright. We're well hidden. There's no problem with the investigation. It's just that I feel that there are a lot of monsters that haven't appeared in the information. "The lady in green frowned.
"It's nothing. It's probably a mutation caused by the bacteria. We don't have to care about these things. When will the elites from the top come down? The things in Vanderman's hands are quite valuable. "Aquarius asked carefully.
"About two days. That's the fastest speed. "The lady in green replied softly.
"Then, we have to pick a good time to pass the truth to that young man …"
*****
Beckstone gently removed the letter from the black pigeon's leg and replaced it with another black stick. He shook his hand and released the pigeon.
The pigeon flew out of the bedroom window and exploded with a bang. It turned into a large pile of black feathers and disappeared.
Beckstone squinted his eyes.
This pigeon came out of nowhere and suddenly appeared at the window of his bedroom.
He looked out of the window and didn't find any suspicious traces.
After closing the window, he opened the letter and slowly scanned the words on it line by line.
As his gaze moved, his pupils shrank. After reading all the contents, he gently crumpled the letter into a ball. He rubbed it with his right hand and it turned into white powder.
Standing by the window, he pondered for a while.
"Whether it's true or not, I'll find out for myself …" His eyes flashed with determination.
*****
Garon looked at the sea of trees in front of him from afar. He had a complicated expression on his face. It's been a long time since he returned here.
He sat in the driver's seat of the carriage with a notebook in his hand. Suddenly, he frowned slightly. He gently closed the notebook and jumped out of the carriage.
The whole group of carriages slowed down.
Garon took a few steps forward. Four Deep Swamp Crocs lurked around him from different angles. These killers lurking in the shadows could pounce out in a tenth of a second and bite their prey without letting go. Their huge bite force and shocking explosive power could allow them to tear their prey into pieces in the shortest time possible.
The four Deep Swamp Crocs were his exposed strength. The rest were hidden in the shadows. After all, it was not appropriate to reveal too much of the Crystal Derivator's power.
"What's going on?" Angel asked from behind.
Garon raised his hand, indicating that there was no need to rush.
He walked under a big tree and touched the roots. There was a drop of black liquid dripping from it. It was emitting white smoke, like melted asphalt.
Garon's expression changed. He had seen this special mucus in the Obscuro Society's monster information. This was a monster's secretion used to mark the territory.
Standing on the spot, he squinted his eyes.
"If it's really this kind of monster, maybe …"
Coming back to his senses, he turned around and walked towards the carriages.
Angel and the others had already gotten off the carriage for a while. They were looking at him suspiciously. A few of them released their totems and prepared for battle.
"What's going on?" Angel frowned and asked.
"It's just a passing monster. It's very strong. We're lucky to have passed through its territory." Garon smiled and replied.
"If you think it's a strong monster, it seems like it's really strong … It's best if there's no conflict." Angel nodded. "How long more until we reach your manor?"
"If we're fast, we'll be there tonight." Garon answered with certainty.
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