Garon caressed the armor, his thoughts involuntarily drifting to a higher level armor.
The Secret Service's technology had already reached such a level. If they could have such a set of armor, then there should be a stronger set of armor as well. They could carve a stronger solidifying tactic on the armor, collect the totem power that was emitted, and use it when needed.
Garon was slightly surprised. This way, a totem user with such an armor would be much stronger than a normal totem user. If he had a set of armor that was strong enough …
He gathered his thoughts.
He reached out and pulled the cord at the head of the bed.
Ring ring ring.
A crisp sound of a bell rang. Soon, clear footsteps came from outside the bedroom door.
Lala, who was a little unsettled, quickly appeared at the bedroom door. Seeing that it was Garon, her face instantly showed a hint of surprise.
"You're finally out! There have been a few letters for you recently. They're all urging you to report somewhere. The messenger has mentioned it many times. "
Seeing Garon appear, her face instantly calmed down, as if she had found her backbone.
Garon straightened his collar, walked out of the bedroom, and sat on the wooden sofa in the living room.
"Where are the letters? Let me see. Didn't you say that you'll report in two months? Why are you rushing me now? "
Lala walked to a vase in the corner of the living room, and poured out the letters in the vase. They were all rectangular yellow letters.
"The messenger said that there's an emergency, and they need help." Lala stacked the letters according to the time period, and placed them in front of Garon. Then she stood aside and waited for orders.
From time to time, he would look at Garen's sturdy full-body armor with a strange gaze. Then she looked at the sleeveless white dress on her body.
Garon picked up the first letter, opened it, and took out the letter paper.
Opening the letter paper, there was only a short line of words on the white paper.
'Due to an unexpected situation, the reporting date has been brought forward. Vice team leader Garon Trejons, please report to Wells Castle as soon as possible. '
Below was the date: Solar Calendar, 11th of Month, 3568.5.
There was also a red circular seal, and the words on the seal could be faintly seen: Secret. It was a secret word made up of three letters.
Garon opened the rest of the envelopes. Most of them were urging him to take office as soon as possible. The most recent one was from three days ago, which was the 14th.
"I don't know what position this Deputy Team Leader that His Majesty arranged for me is. However, it shouldn't be too bad, but it can't be too good either. "Garon put down the envelope. "Are there any other letters?"
He looked at Lala.
"Yes, there are also invitations from various aristocratic families and banquet invitations." Lala hurriedly replied. She then ran out and brought back a stack of invitation cards from the mailbox at the door. They were all luxurious and exquisite invitation cards.
Garen glanced at the signatures, and only picked out the invitations from Trejons' relatives, Count Bai Xi and Viscount Lanwei's families. Then, he was about to throw the rest aside.
Suddenly, he saw a familiar name, Bai Lan.
Prynne Ashafis.
There was a signature on the black metal cover, followed by a platinum design of two crossed swords.
Garon took out the envelope, opened it, and pulled out the letter.
'My dear friend, dear Acacia,
Oh no, I should call you Garon now. Alright, Garon, how are you doing now? I also heard about the Trejons Family incident. Your situation is not good now. If you need help, just let me know. You know my grandfather's relationship, don't be shy with me.
Also, Andel has been sent to me by your cousin. I will arrange everything, don't worry. Marlene is also here with me. She is in a bad mood. Baron Delt is dead and Madam Carlo is missing. I sent people to look for her but they couldn't find her.
The situation in the Kingdom is a bit complicated. I told my grandfather about your situation. He also knows that you gave the Green Vine Sphere to His Majesty and then joined the Secret Service. His suggestion is that it's good for you to go in. You can avoid the complicated situation in the Kingdom. However, it's best to keep a low profile. Although you are strong, there are too many strong people in the Kingdom. Be careful. '
Garon looked at the last sentence. 'Be careful.' Obviously, because of Prynne's family, he knew a lot more inside information than him.
Putting down the envelope, he rubbed the letter with both hands and crushed it into white powder. He twisted it into a ball and threw it into the bin not far away.
He had already memorized the address on the letter.
Prynne's grandfather was one of the two most powerful people in the Kingdom. Other than His Majesty, they were the other two.
These two were originally big nobles in the area. They were both Grand Dukes. However, after the area fell, they brought a lot of power to the Kingdom and became the new power dividers. These Grand Dukes were not like the Duke of Iron Tank City. They were the top power of a big country. They were big nobles with a history of almost a thousand years. They had a strong background and amazing power. There were definitely a lot of Form Three totem users. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to bring so many people to the Kingdom. There were definitely spiritualized totem users too, and there might be more than one.
These top nobles formed part of the huge power of the Kingdom. Countless big and small nobles formed the huge power of the entire Kovitan.
As Prynne's grandfather, what he said should be true. After all, he had no reason to lie to him.
"Looks like the power I showed at the manor has spread to the Kingdom." Garon noticed this. He showed his Form Three spiritualized power at the manor and suppressed Beckstone and the people from Obscuro.
This news should have been spread by Andel, Hathaway's cousin, and those who escaped back to the Kingdom. There were also the two old professors, Barr and Baphje. They should also be one of the sources of the news.
"I'm going out for a while. You guys settle your own dinner. You don't have to prepare it for me." Garon thought for a while and stood up.
"I'll prepare a carriage for you." Lala quickly ran out.
Garon brought along the documents he needed to bring. He also brought along the proof of his appointment from His Majesty. They were all wrapped in a black document.
Walking out of the manor's gate in the cliff, there was already a black four-wheeled carriage parked on the road outside. The carriage's wheels were very big. The driver was a middle-aged man with a small beard wearing a black suit. He took off his hat and bowed to Garon.
"I'm Josephine, your new coachman."
Garon nodded and sat on the carriage.
"To Wells Castle."
"Alright, please sit tight." Coachman Josephine replied and whipped the horse in the air.
The two strong mutated black horses immediately started to move. These two horses were brought here by Garon from the manor. Their strength and endurance were shocking, and they were considered good breeds among the mutated breeds.
"Your horses are really strong." The coachman praised. "There are very few mutated horses that are as strong as them."
"Oh?" Garon smiled. "Aren't all mutated horses good?"
"Of course not. There are also many undesirable mutated creatures. Some horses are not as strong as before after they mutated." The coachman smiled and replied. "It's easy to be your coachman. The two horses are easy to take care of, and you can feed them for a few days. The salary is high too, and you don't even have to go out once for ten days to half a month. "
Garon smiled and didn't say anything else.
The talkative coachman Josephine still wanted to say something, but he suddenly remembered some rumors about his master. After hesitating, he decided not to say anything else.
The carriage went uphill, and from time to time, there would be carriages passing in front of them. When they passed by, they could faintly hear the mournful sobbing of women.
Garon understood that this kind of situation wasn't rare. The capital was now filled with nobles who fled from all over. Many of them had lost their families, parents, children, brothers and sisters. Almost every family had lost members. Many were like Vanderman. They couldn't even hold a funeral and didn't even have a corpse left.
The carriage quickly moved forward. On both sides of the white road, there were sparse small buildings. Black two-story and three-story buildings could be seen everywhere. There were people going in and out of the door.
Garon looked out the window. There was a two-story building across the road. The window on the second floor was open, and a young girl wearing a white headscarf was playing with a pot of purple flowers by the window.
There was a lot of shouting coming from downstairs. Several men were pushing and shoving each other.
After the carriage passed by the building, there was an empty black graveyard.
The cemetery was filled with densely packed white tombstones. In front of two new tombs, a funeral ceremony was being held. The white-robed priest and the black-robed family members stood together. The sobbing of the family members could be clearly heard.
After the graveyard, there was a stretch of three-story buildings. It looked like a large street of shops. The houses were densely packed together.
Most of the shops were closed. Only a few were open. There was a long line in front of the door. People in shabby clothes were lined up in anticipation. There were also women with children in their arms, young men with sallow faces and emaciated bodies, as well as white-haired, stooped old men.
When Garon's carriage passed by, some people in the line looked over, but then quickly lowered their heads in awe.
Whoosh!!
A few clanks.
Suddenly, the carriage braked.
Coachman Josephine's shout came from the front. The carriage shook a few times and stopped.
"Damn it! Whose coachman are you? Didn't you see us coming from the right?! "An arrogant voice came from the front.
"You were the ones who didn't look at the road!" Josephine shouted in dissatisfaction.
"How dare you talk back! How dare a broken carriage crash into Viscount Dunscen's carriage! Do you believe that I … "
"Bob! Shut up. "
A calm male voice came from the opposite carriage.
The coachman stopped talking and turned back to smile awkwardly. Then, he turned back and glared at Josephine.
Garon lifted the curtain and saw the white carriage opposite him also lift the curtain. The man inside looked over. The other party looked very gentle and refined, but his eyes were very sharp.
Seeing Garon's black armor, the man's blue eyes flashed with caution and fear.
The two of them smiled at each other out of courtesy and lowered the curtain. The two coachmen drove their carriages past each other.
Lowering the curtain, Garon touched the black armor on his body.
"Looks like the Secret Service's skin is quite intimidating …" He was looking forward to this legendary department of the Three Great Departments more and more. Joining this powerful organization might allow him to get in touch with some of the deeper secrets of this world.
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