The convoy slowly moved towards the manor at the top of the mountain, along the edge of the Black Swan Lake.
The sky was slightly gloomy, and there was no light at noon. The clouds seemed to be showing signs of rain.
Garon's left hand rested on the edge of the window, quietly looking at the familiar white manor. He could faintly see the pointed roofs of the small white buildings inside.
A layer of transparent ripple like an eggshell covered the entire manor, and teams of guards were constantly patrolling inside the ripple shell. It seemed to be heavily guarded.
"This is my home …" Garon whispered. Home in this world. He added in his heart.
"It's a beautiful place." Angel sat opposite him, holding a coffee cup in her hand and asking Lala to refill it. "Are we going to live here from now on?"
"There's no hurry, I'm afraid something else has happened. It's a chaotic time now, so it's better to be careful. I'll go in and confirm my identity first, then I'll bring you in. Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll be quarantined if we go in directly. We have a lot of people. "
Garen seemed to have thought of something as his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"What's there to worry about?" Angel whistled nonchalantly. "With our strength, we'll be warmly welcomed anywhere, right?"
Garon shook his head.
"I'll go arrange it first."
"Up to you, just give me the signal if anything happens." Angel nodded.
Garon picked up the coffee cup in front of him and drank it in one gulp.
"Then I'll go first."
"I'll wait for your good news."
Garon got out of the carriage, tidied his gray robe, and looked up at the manor.
"Really … It's been a long time since I last saw this manor …" He sighed softly, and strode towards the manor along the lake.
After walking past the wooden bridge over the Black Swan Lake, he could no longer see the Black Swan in the lake, and only some black feathers were scattered on the shore. Messy aquatic plants, murky lake water.
It was a far cry from the clear and beautiful Black Swan Lake in his memory.
Garon shook his head, and tightened his black robe.
Splash!
A large silver fish jumped out of the water on the right, and fiercely bit Garon on the wooden bridge.
The mouth of the large fish was full of fine sawteeth, and it looked extremely fierce. Its head was as long as a forearm.
Garon didn't even look, and flicked his finger.
Bang!
The big fish was smashed back into the water, and soon there were traces of red blood on the water surface.
Garon sped up, crossed the wooden bridge, and walked along the forest path that went uphill. Along the way, the fences on both sides were already in tatters. In the distance to the left, there were many greyish-white tombstones, which seemed to have been buried recently.
Garon glanced around and continued to move forward. He didn't care about the giant red eyes that were faintly appearing on both sides.
Walking all the way to the front of the manor, he suddenly paused for a moment. From afar, he saw a woman in red armor chatting with the guards at the gate.
Taking advantage of the fact that the other party had not discovered him, he moved slightly to the side and hid behind a big tree.
Soon, a crowd began to gather in the manor. It seemed that a team was preparing to go out.
"Hurry up! Where's Charles? Did he slack off again? He should be on duty at this time! Call him over! "
A loud voice could be heard from inside.
Faint voices drifted over intermittently from afar.
"… Confirm the identity of the people at the lake below … It would be best if …" Where was Lord Maxilan? What are the new instructions? "
It seemed that they had already discovered the whereabouts of the carriage team.
Garon felt relieved. Obviously, the people in the manor had discovered the arrival of the carriage team, and were preparing to send people out to confirm the identity of the carriage team. At this time, at such a close distance, he had to do his best to confirm whether they were friend or foe.
He thought for a moment, turned into a grey shadow, and sped towards where he came from.
He was preparing to return to the carriage team. When he saw the woman in red armor, he knew that it was very likely that Beckstone and the others had already arrived at the manor. In his memory, there was a beautiful woman in red armor in the group.
Since they had already arrived early, the best way was naturally to enter the manor under the name of the carriage team.
Garon knew very well that Beckstone was the future star of the Terraflor Society. They wanted to reach the heights of Hellgate, and fight against the Obscuro Society. Unfortunately, they underestimated Hellgate, and overestimated Beckstone. They thought that they could reach the peak of the world, but they didn't know that there was always someone better than them.
Beckstone alone could not compare to all the powerful characters that had emerged during the Great Chaos.
The Three Heroes also had the support of two Heroes and three Emperors, which was why they could last for so long. The ambition of the Emperors, the determination to change, and the crazy ideals of the Obscuro Society. They drove the world step by step towards the edge of the unknown.
"Just as well, let me see how strong the future pillar of the Terraflor Society is." Garon smiled, and his body sped up again.
*****
Half an hour later …
Angel led the carriage team slowly into the manor gate.
The people in the carriage team rolled up the curtains, and their tired faces showed a long-lost sense of relief. Arriving at a human gathering place, they no longer had to worry about unknown monsters that would suddenly appear. This was a psychological relief for anyone.
Vanderman knew that his son had returned safely, and immediately ran out of the laboratory as fast as he could, taking the initiative to welcome the carriage team that was entering the manor. Maxilan and Edney were guarding him closely.
He raised his head and looked at the silver carriage that was gradually approaching. His expression did not change, but his slightly trembling lips revealed that he was not calm at the moment. He clenched his fists tightly, and his nails almost dug into his palms. Even though he tried to suppress it, his brown eyes still revealed a trace of nervousness and fear.
When he saw his son, Acacia, sitting safely beside the female leader, Vanderman finally could not hold it in anymore.
He took a few steps forward.
"Cia." He tried hard to stop his voice from trembling.
Garon got down from the carriage, and looked at the old man in front of him who was trying hard to control himself. His feelings were indescribably complicated. Looking at his agitated behavior, he felt a little unfamiliar, and was not used to it.
"Father … I'm back …" He said softly.
Then, he was gently embraced by the Viscount.
"As long as you're safe." The Viscount said in a low voice. He just hugged him lightly, and let him go immediately. Then, he looked at his son from head to toe to see if he was healthy, and if there were any injuries.
Beside him, Edney also said with relief, "Cia, ever since you went missing, the Viscount has not slept well for many nights. We also spent a lot of money to send people to look for you, and we even lost a lot of manpower after the chaos. But that's not important, what's important is that you're finally back, safe and sound. "
"Safety is the most important." Maxilan nodded heavily at the side. He looked at Acacia in front of him. This once young and tender boy had now become more mature, and a golden beard was faintly growing on his chin.
Garon gave Maxilan and Edney a hug. No matter what, these people would definitely stand by his side no matter what, and would always support him. When he thought of this, Garon could not help but feel a sense of security in his heart.
"This is Angel, her Hunting Group saved me in Iron Tank City, and then she was hired by me to return here." Garon introduced.
Then, he introduced the rest of the Hunting Group to the Viscount and Maxilan one by one.
In the manor, Beckstone and the rest, as well as the two totem users guarding the manor, Baal and Baphje, all came out together. Seeing this huge commotion, both sides showed a gentle expression of happiness for the Viscount. Whether they liked it or not, this scene of a family member returning home would eventually resonate with many people.
Beckstone also remembered the scene when he left the town, and said goodbye to his teacher.
Baal and Baphje also felt a sense of homecoming. Both of them were old friends of Vanderman, and were only invited to guard the manor's stronghold.
After some small talk, Angel unexpectedly showed good manners, and her actions were not rude at all, to Garon's surprise.
This voluptuous woman in red talked with Vanderman respectfully, and told him the details that they had discussed beforehand.
Garon carefully observed the surrounding people, and he recognized Beckstone at a glance. This guy's characteristics were obvious, he always had a cold expression, and his silver eyes were especially recognizable.
There were a few more unfamiliar faces in the manor, as if they were people that Vanderman had sent from outside. There were also a few familiar faces missing, such as the housekeeper Du Qian.
He asked Maxilan in detail, and finally understood the manor's situation.
The current Vanderman Manor was mainly occupied by two forces, maintaining its security. One was Vanderman's subordinates, the two of them, and more than ten Form 2 totem users, this was the result of Vanderman's many years of operation and the support of the Royal Alliance of Luminarists. The other force was Baal and Baphje, the two Luminarists of the Royal Alliance. Both of them were knowledgeable, not only in battle, tactics, but also in maintenance, maintenance, and the handling of tactic arrays, they were all pretty good. Both of them had a few students following them, among which were Form 1 totem users and Form 2 totem users.
Maxilan did not say what level Vanderman was, but Garon knew that his father Vanderman had a secret weapon. Although he was only a Form 1 totem user on the surface, the power he had could barely reach Form 3. This was the manor's strongest force.
Soon, his attention was focused on Beckstone and the rest.
This black-robed young man had a smile on his face, but even with a smile, it gave off a cold feeling. It was as if he was looking at everyone and everything with a sense of superiority.
He did have the right to be arrogant, a strong talent, an ancient inheritance, a mysterious teacher, and he himself had the power of a Form 3 Spiritualized. All of these were the foundation of his arrogance.
Noticing Garon's gaze, he smiled at Garon politely, without any intention to talk, with a sense of alienation and coldness.
Perhaps in his heart, a Form 1 totem user was not worth his attention, and was completely insignificant.
"They are Beckstone and the rest, I heard that they came from a faraway place, looking for a safe human gathering place to avoid the monsters that are everywhere. They came here a few days ago. "Maxilan explained beside Garon.
The group was walking towards the main attic, there was a faint fragrance of spices and meat stew coming from the hall. Two servants were respectfully opening the door for the group.
"Beckstone? He looks powerful. "Garon nodded.
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