"Very powerful. According to Master Barr, there are at least two of them who are stronger than him!" Maxilan exclaimed. "To have such strength at such a young age, I wonder what kind of teacher could nurture such a genius." He looked at Garon, who was deep in thought. "You must have suffered a lot during this trip, right? But at least you've gotten some training. Looks like you've become a totem user too? "
Garon nodded.
"My totem is still being repaired. It was damaged by a monster a few days ago, and now the totem light is much weaker. I didn't expect you to notice."
"That's good, you can share some of the pressure with your father." Maxilan patted Garon's shoulder.
"Mm." Garon nodded heavily, and looked at Beckstone again.
After a reward dinner, the Viscount gave Angel and the rest a lot of gifts, and some of the resources they needed were also provided for free. He even promised to write them a letter of recommendation, and they could go directly to the Kovitan Royal Totem Academy to study. That was the real top institution in the East Continent.
If they could be apprenticed to a powerful Luminarist, their future would be limitless. This made Angel and the rest overjoyed. But they immediately felt sorry for Garon. After all, they only teamed up to deceive Vanderman. As for saving Garon's life? It was more like it.
But Garon didn't care at all. He didn't think much about how Angel and the rest felt. What he cared about now were two questions. Firstly, did Beckstone know the truth? Secondly, would the giant beast outside move in this direction?
No matter which one it was, it could lead to very troublesome changes.
After staying in the manor for two days, Garon acutely felt that Beckstone and the rest were secretly investigating something. This made him more vigilant.
But outside the manor, the Deep Swamp Croc and other totems he left behind had already felt the approaching threat. The giant beast was getting closer and closer.
*****
In the guest's loft.
Garon sat on the mahogany chair with his legs crossed, looking at Angel opposite him with a half-smile.
Angel had eaten and drunk a lot in the past two days, and she had also taken a lot of good things from Viscount Vanderman. At this moment, being stared at by Garon, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She blushed and avoided his gaze.
"Why are you looking at me like that? If you have something to say, say it! Spit it out! "She couldn't help but shout.
The morning sun shone through the window and landed on the floor between the two of them, reflecting a faint red fluorescent light. From time to time, tiny specks of dust would float through the light pillar like dancing bugs.
Garon clenched his fists. "How have you been these two days?"
"There's food and drinks, and you can take whatever you want for free. It'd be strange if you don't feel comfortable!" Angel simply let it go. "Anyway, I've already taken it. You want to take it back? Impossible! If you want money, I don't have it. At most, I'll pay with my body! "She opened her hands and closed her eyes. "In any case, I've thrown all my meat here. Take it or leave it!"
"Alright, stop joking around." Garon shook his head and became serious. "I have something important to discuss with you."
Angel also stopped joking. "Serious business? Aren't we very safe now? What other serious business could there be? "
Garon shook his head. "Do you still remember the traces of black slime that we found before we came here?"
"You're saying … that the monster might be moving here?" Angel widened her eyes. "It can't be … Such a coincidence? We've just found a safe place, and something is about to happen? "
"It's precisely because there's no such coincidence that it's troublesome." Garon said calmly.
"You're saying … that someone's controlling it?" Angel gasped.
"Keep an eye on Beckstone and the others. I'm going out for a while to personally check the surroundings." Garon said seriously.
"Can't you share your vision? Or inform your father and the others? "Angel didn't understand.
"I have my own plans." Garon's face was calm. "You should be mentally prepared. It won't be long before our peaceful days come to an end."
Angel looked at his solemn face and licked her lips.
"It doesn't matter. Back then, I managed to survive after being hunted down and killed. What's this little commotion?"
Garon nodded and stood up. His grey robe swayed through the light pillar, stirring up a large cloud of dust. He walked out of the room quickly, and soon only the sound of his footsteps could be heard.
Angel shook her head. She couldn't understand this man anymore. The situation was a mess now, and it was getting more and more mysterious.
*****
Vanderman's study.
Garon and Vanderman sat facing each other.
After the maid served the black tea, she left quietly. She closed the door, leaving the two of them alone.
The steam from the black tea lingered, and slowly floated up on the table between the two of them, faded, and disappeared.
There was also a faint sweet fragrance in the air.
"I added your favorite milk candy." Vanderman pointed at the black tea. "Drink it. The taste outside is still not as good as the one at home." He showed a rare gentle smile.
Garon picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"I've become a totem user." He said softly.
"I know. Black striped white tiger. "Vanderman wasn't surprised. "I'm not surprised that you chose this as your totem. Your talent has determined that you have almost no chance of evolving in the future. It's good to choose the strongest first form totem. Was it given to you by the totem user you saved last time? It's not bad. "
Garon didn't distinguish. Other than the core totem and the butterfly totem light, he kept the rest of the silver totem light. He was afraid that his father would see through it and affect his future plans.
"Why didn't you let me become a totem user? If I can't become a Luminarist, at least a totem user can control a part of their own destiny, right? "Garon asked the question that he had always wanted to ask.
"Why? I don't know how you became a totem user. With your situation back then, you must have sacrificed a lot. "Vanderman shrugged helplessly. "I had originally prepared another path for you. But now that you've become a totem user, it's fine. "
"Another path? Like Maxilan and the others? "Garon sharply remembered the armor that Maxilan and the others were wearing.
"Yes. That's a new technique that I've developed with great concentration. It can weaken the totem light and reduce the requirements of using it. It allows normal people to truly use it in war. "Vanderman said proudly.
"For this, I've sacrificed too much. But at least there's a result. I've been preparing the strongest one for you all this time. It's completely based on your body's characteristics. If you didn't suddenly run away from home and go missing. If it wasn't suddenly used, it might cause too much pressure from all sides. I would've asked you to cooperate with the modification long ago! "
Garon was silent. He didn't expect it to be like this. He guessed that in the original history, this thing had to be stopped before it could be born. That was why it didn't have a chance to be shown.
"If you need any resources for your totem, go get it from the storage. Alright, we have guests. You go and rest first. "Vanderman patted Garon's shoulder.
Garon stood up, bowed slightly, and turned to open the door.
Outside the door stood Master Baphje and Beckstone. Master Baphje had a goatee, and his shiny bald head faintly reflected the light.
"Master Baphje, Master Beckstone." Garon bowed his head and greeted. His current position was the lowest. Baphje and Beckstone were of the same generation as his father, and their strength was similar. He was a form one totem user, regardless of age or strength. In their eyes, he was just a little guy, not worth mentioning.
"Ah, it's Cia. I brought Master Beckstone here to ask your father something." Baphje said with a smile.
"Master Beckstone?" Garon noticed this name. Baphje obviously respected Beckstone a lot.
Beckstone nodded at him out of courtesy, and didn't pay attention to him anymore. The two walked into the study room one after the other, and quickly closed the door.
Seashell Stone came today to verify some of the details of Leanna's matter. He happened to see the Viscount's son who was lucky enough to return home. His impression of this guy was very vague. A normal form one totem user wasn't worthy of his attention. If he wasn't the Viscount's son, he wouldn't even look at him.
It seemed like the father and son had a good relationship. This was a thought that flashed through his mind.
But the most important thing now was to see the Viscount's reaction. He retracted his gaze, and began to simulate any situation that might happen in a while, and make the best possible response.
Garon stood outside the door for a while, and didn't hear any sound coming from inside. He immediately knew that there must be a tactic to soundproof the room, so he didn't stay any longer, and left the corridor. With Baphje around, Beckstone should still be suspicious, and didn't confirm it.
"Hello, Master Cia."
"Master Cia."
"Do you want to go for a drink, Master!"
On the way out, some of the totem users that Vanderman had recruited were in twos and threes. They didn't stand on ceremony when they saw Garon, and treated him as an equal.
In this precarious frontline, one's status was no longer valued by these people.
Garon didn't plan to put on airs at all. When he left the attic, he smiled and greeted these totem users one by one. It was a stark contrast to Beckstone's cold and arrogant behavior.
His handsome and powerful face had attracted a few pretty female totem users. Sex was not a big deal in this kind of life and death situation. As long as they were compatible, they could sleep in the same room at night. If they got tired of each other and separated, they might even be strangers.
But Garon wasn't used to such a casual life.
After walking around the manor, he already noticed that Beckstone and the others seemed to be suspicious of Vanderman. The red-armored girl Berlina, and the brawny man Darian, were clumsily asking around for information.
Even Garon, who wasn't good at gathering information, couldn't stand such clumsiness. His cheap dad Vanderman must have noticed it long ago. It was just that he didn't do it openly.
Garon found Leila, and used the excuse of going to Black Swan Lake to take a look. As he was already a form one totem user, and a black-striped white tiger totem user, he was far stronger than the average form one totem user, so Vanderman didn't restrict him much. There were probably still experimental subjects patrolling the area, so it was very safe.
The two of them left the manor easily, and walked slowly around Black Swan Lake. It was strange, the strange fish in the lake didn't attack Garon at all. It was obviously related to Vanderman's experiment.
Leila didn't ask Garon what he wanted to do, and just watched Garon stroll around the manor.
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