After careful consideration, Garon finished his dinner and ordered Lala to ask if there was any reply from His Majesty the Emperor. Then he continued to read the practical manuscripts for experiments.
For the next few days, there was no news from the palace herald stationed at the gate.
Garon also went to the outskirts of the Kingdom for a stroll, but the streets were unusually quiet, there were not many pedestrians. The Kingdom was under military control, entering and exiting the gate required a troublesome permit review, all resources were under unified management. It was cold and cheerless everywhere.
Until the sixth day.
Finally, the request for an audience was approved, His Majesty the King had decided to summon him, but he only had ten minutes.
*****
Sitting in the white carriage, Garon did not pull the curtains, but sat quietly in the middle of the carriage, closing his eyes to rest.
There were other carriages in front and behind the carriage, all of them were local nobles like him. If it were not for the Green Vine Sphere, Garon estimated that he would not be able to have an audience with the King as a local lord who had lost his power.
Sitting in the carriage, he carefully thought about the exchange request he wanted for this audience. Handing over the Green Vine Sphere was something he had thought about a long time ago, among the three kings, only the King of Kovitan was the most ambitious and had the best reputation, giving it to him should be able to maximize the benefits.
But there was another matter, how to deal with it was a little troublesome. The Obscuro Society assassinated the King of Kovitan, this mission was a success, should he remind the other party, or …
Reminding him directly was not possible, a foreign noble who suddenly appeared, saying that his wife was a spy in front of the King, without any evidence, would be considered light if he was not sentenced to death for slander.
And even if he was successfully exposed, he would have to face his identity being exposed, the main force of the Obscuro Society would pursue him. The Royal Alliance of Luminarists might not even protect him.
Thinking along the way, the carriage stopped without him noticing. There was a faint sound of music coming from outside, it seemed to be something like a violin.
"It's time to get off." The guard driving the carriage reminded.
Garon opened the door and jumped off the carriage, it was at the end of a deserted street, in front of him was a black stone door shaped like a pencil tip, half of the black iron door was open, there was a wide corridor that extended to an open-air garden far away.
On the left side of the corridor stood a row of guards. They were all dressed in black armor and looked heavy and mighty.
Garon heard the music coming from the tall black fortress on the left. Vaguely, that was where the side hall of the palace was located.
"Let's go." The messenger was a tall and handsome young man. He wore a white wig, a white shirt, and a red vest. This person glanced at Garon indifferently, then turned and walked into the corridor.
Garon noticed that the nobles from the other two carriages did not stop at this entrance, but at the other two entrances.
"Didn't they go together?"
The handsome man glanced at Garon.
"You should feel honored that His Majesty only decided to summon you today. They were summoned by the First Princess. "
Garon nodded. He followed the man into the corridor.
The two of them quickly walked through the black corridor. The entire corridor was about seven meters tall and wide. It was abnormally wide. As they walked on the smooth black stone floor, they could still hear the faint echoes of their footsteps.
After passing through the corridor, they walked to the side of the open-air garden.
The garden was filled with all kinds of fresh flowers. Some were red, some were yellow, but most of them were white. The white flowers were huge like washbasins. A group of girls dressed in luxurious clothes were chattering in the garden. They were talking about an unknown topic, but they were unusually happy. A few of the girls were even sitting on top of the washbasin-sized white flowers, but they did not fall to the ground.
When the girls saw the handsome man leading the way, they all greeted him, as if they were very familiar with him.
The man responded politely one by one. He was unusually calm under the ambiguous gazes of the girls.
Garon followed behind him. Although Acacia's body was also handsome, it was still lacking compared to this person. He was directly ignored by the girls.
Compared to the bright and eye-catching clothes on the man, his grey robe was obviously unremarkable.
After passing through the garden, there was another long corridor.
After walking for an unknown distance, they finally arrived in front of a five-meter tall black door.
"You just wait here. His Majesty will be here in about half an hour. Remember, you only have ten minutes. "The handsome man ordered lightly, then turned and left.
Garon did not think much of it. In this kind of chaos, one could imagine how many people would want to see the King every day.
He waited quietly in front of the door. On the left side of the corridor, there were still guards in full black armor. However, these guards' armor was obviously much heavier. They held a black spear and stood by the wall like statues.
About twenty minutes later, a well-proportioned middle-aged man strode over. He was wearing white tights with silver edges and a white cloak behind him. He held a small golden whip in his hand and seemed to be riding a horse back.
Wherever he walked, the guards all knelt down on one knee.
This man was about thirty years old. He had a smile on his face and a gentle expression. His black beard circled around his chin and connected to his temples. It was unclear whether it was a beard or hair. His back was slightly hunched, but he walked steadily. His appearance alone was not handsome, nor was it majestic. He was similar to a normal passerby on the street.
Garon immediately knelt down on one knee. He had seen the King's black and white photo before he came, and recognized this man as the King of Kovitan, Avic Sisman.
"Greetings, Your Majesty." He lowered his head and did not look at the King's face according to etiquette.
There was a group of people behind King Avic. They seemed to be preparing to enter the room to discuss something.
"Come in."
Avic replied gently, and led the way into the door that was opened by the guards.
Garon got up and followed in.
In the bright yellow room, the walls were carved with fine and beautiful golden flowers. A huge floor-to-ceiling portrait was pasted on the wall opposite the door. It was a picture of Avic holding a long sword and standing on the balcony of the palace.
A few rows of yellow wooden sofas were placed in an arc in the middle of the room. On the right side, there were two long bookshelves filled with all kinds of books with gold edges.
"Sit." Avic was like a normal host receiving guests. He pointed at the sofa.
Garen looked at the rest of the people. None of them followed him into the room. Only he and Avic walked in.
The people who followed bowed outside the door, and then carefully closed the door.
Garon then sat down quietly on Avic's right.
"Your trust in the Royal Family, in Kuwait, is your trust in me, Avic. When I heard about Viscount Vanderman's experience, I was sad and angry. Your father put in a lot of effort and time into his research, but his attitude towards the people was too cruel. The impact of this was very bad. Do you understand what I mean when I say this? "Avic went straight to the point. He was not a totem user. He was just a normal person. However, to be able to manage such a big kingdom, he naturally had his own methods and abilities.
"I understand." Garon nodded. "Actually, my request is very simple. I just hope to be able to go to the Royal Archives to look for the information I want. At the same time, I would like to ask Your Majesty to allow me to go to the pharmacy to pick a few types of medicine. "
"You're still a form one totem user?" Avic suddenly asked.
"Yes." Although Garon was shocked by Avic's change of topic, he still answered immediately.
"Do you want a better core totem? Or a stronger secondary totem? If you're interested in medicine, you can go to the Secret Service. There's a lot of information about this. "Avic's face showed a gentle smile.
"Secret Service?"
"That's right. Although Kovitan's power isn't very strong, or even weak, it's not hard for you to join. Inside, you're interested in medicine, various techniques … Hmm … I heard that you stayed in your manor the moment you arrived in the kingdom. You didn't go anywhere? There's plenty of techniques you're interested in there. "
Garon hesitated. He did not know what the Secret Service was like, but he had long heard of the three departments of the Royal Alliance of Luminarists. These three departments were not led by any one country, but were intertwined with each other. The power of each department was entangled, and Gregor's power was different.
"To be honest, Kovitan holds the main position in the national department. We're not weak in the Geometry Department. However, the Secret Service is part of Daniela's territory. It's not easy to infiltrate. As you know, the three departments represent the interests of the nobles in each country. Only Earl Senda has some power in the Secret Service. "
"Even if I join alone, it won't have much effect right?" Garon hesitated.
"Of course it won't be you alone. Nothing can be done overnight. It needs a process of development." Avic smiled. "I believe that the addition of a research-oriented Forger will be a great support for Count Senda."
"Your Majesty is too kind." Garon quickly lowered his head in humility.
"Your father has made such a huge contribution to Kovitan. Logically speaking, I should reward you greatly. Unfortunately, the news of the Trejons family's cruel experiments is everywhere. "Avic said softly. "I can agree to your previous request. Also, as a reward, I'll personally give you the inheritance of the Black Storm Dove. I hope you don't mind. "
"Black Storm Dove!?" Garon was shocked. This was the name of a form three totem. He had heard of this form three totem before. It was a form three totem that could bring about storms. It was one of the rare form three totem that didn't evolve based on body size. It could bring about powerful tornadoes with shocking power. This kind of inheritance was extremely precious even to the royal family.
This set of inheritance could be relied on to rebuild a stronger Trejons family.
Garon couldn't help but marvel at Avic's generosity.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Alright, it's about time. The palace is holding a masquerade ball. If you're interested, you can go to the ceremonial officer and choose a mask. I'll go change first. "Avic said with a smile.
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