"Aren't those people from the Secret Service? Why don't you go and meet them? "Windling looked at Garon beside him and asked softly. This guy seemed to be in a good mood, so he probably wouldn't get mad at him.
"I don't want to meet my colleagues so early. The Three Departments must have noticed the abnormality when I made my move. Or rather, they already knew that the stronghold here was a branch of the Obscuro Society. They just didn't want to make a move. "Garon explained with a smile.
"You're quite clear." Windling smiled bitterly. "The Three Departments are indeed very strong, but there are only so many people on the surface. The number of people with the strongest power can be counted with one hand. And some of them have joined the Obscuro Society long ago. No, I can't say that it's the Obscuro Society anymore. Now that I've done so much, I'm not considered a member of the Obscuro Society anymore. My bounty in the society is probably going to exceed tens of millions. "
"Do you know the origin of the current president of the Obscuro Society?" Garon suddenly asked.
"You've noticed it too." Windling wasn't surprised at all. He sat on the black fog behind him like a soft sofa. He crossed his legs and was quickly moved forward by the black fog.
"The president, Hellgate, used to be one of the aristocrats in Daniela. Rather than saying that the Obscuro Society is an independent organization, it's more like a part of the aristocrats that broke away from the aristocrats. The elite members that formed the Obscuro Society were all outstanding elites among the aristocrats. Because they were dissatisfied with the Royal Alliance's unchanging rule, a part of the aristocrats left and formed the Obscuro Society. The other part had different ideals, so with the support of the Elder Council, they formed the Three Departments. That's why the aristocrats are the root of everything. "
"Only the aristocrats have such a strong accumulation of knowledge." Garon nodded in agreement. "A normal person wouldn't be able to, and wouldn't have the right to access such top-notch technical knowledge."
"What are we going to do next?" Windling looked at Garon on the left.
"How many strongholds have we destroyed?"
"Including this one, it's already nine. Whether it's the Royal Alliance or the Obscuro Society, or any other forces, all your information must be on the table of their intelligence department. Is this the fastest way to become famous? "Wind Chimes found it harder and harder to understand Garon.
"It's a pity about that giant stone statue. If only we could take it away." Garon suddenly rubbed his chin and changed the topic.
*****
In the following four days, Garon and Windchime continuously raided the strongholds of the Obscuro Society within the borders of the Ender Kingdom. However, many of the strongholds were already empty. It was obvious that the Obscuro Society had urgently gathered their manpower.
Other than a few of the biggest strongholds in the Ender Kingdom, there weren't many people left in the other branches.
The nickname of Eight Headed Cloud Crow replaced Garon's previous nickname of Cloud Crow, and was widely spread by some busybodies and spectators.
The eight heads represented the eight lizard dragons, and the cloud crows represented the black cloud crows that filled the sky. These were Garon's two most powerful techniques.
His battle records were also dug up and sent to the heads of the intelligence departments of the major forces.
Because of his fast speed, he had fought in two countries in just a few days. Within the Ender Kingdom, he had destroyed an Obscuro Society's branch in just over ten minutes. Even the headquarters didn't have time to send reinforcements.
His powerful strength and battle records made Garon famous overnight.
At the same time, Garon also received a contact request from the secret service nearby.
*****
Garon and Wind Chimes sat in the dense maple forest. They just sat on a thick layer of fallen leaves. There was a white cloth in between the two of them, and on top of it was some food.
Jam bread, dried mutton, and two bottles of Black Apple Dew. This was their lunch for the day.
The faint golden sunlight shone through the leaves above and landed on the two of them, making them look mottled and fragmented.
A large squirrel with three large tails was lying on the edge of the white tablecloth. Its entire body was yellowish-brown and furry. Its three large tails were like wheels swinging with all its might, sweeping the fallen leaves all over the place.
The big squirrel was licking the red jam that Garon threw to it in small mouthfuls. It looked like it was enjoying its expression. It stuck out its butt and swung its tail even rounder.
"So relaxed …" Wind Chimes supported himself with one hand on the ground and rubbed his stomach hard. He swallowed the last mouthful of bread. "No … I think I ate too much …"
He stole a glance at Garon opposite him.
This handsome young man was eating the jerky in small mouthfuls. His speed hadn't changed since the beginning. His expression was calm and his movements were elegant. He tore off a piece and put it directly into his mouth without spilling any meat. The cloth in front of him was clean, as if it had been thoroughly cleaned with a cloth. There wasn't a single bit of food left.
They had divided the food into two halves. He still had more than half of it left, but Garon only had a small mouthful left …
"Your appetite … is really … spectacular …" Wind Chimes thought for a while, and changed to a more elegant and tactful word.
"It's your appetite that's too small." Garon replied calmly.
Wind Chimes was speechless.
Puff puff … puff puff …
Suddenly, the small black box on Garon's collar made a slight tapping sound.
Garon's movements slowed down. He put down the food in his hand and wiped his hands with the paper towel on the side.
A sound came from the black box quickly.
"Cloud Crow? You're the Eight-Headed Cloud Crow Garon? "It was a man's voice. It was very clear and had a hint of gender. "This is the Kovitan Headquarters of the Secret Service. My name is Mike. I'm the current Chief of the Headquarters. I'm also the leader of the strongest Silver Group. I'm now contacting you through long-distance signal transmission. We have three minutes of safe time to ensure that other forces won't eavesdrop on us. "
"So it's the Chief." Garon's lips curled into a smile. "May I know why you're contacting me?"
"You're now in the Ender Kingdom, right? I have a mission here. I wonder if you're willing to accept it? "Chief Mike's tone was very polite.
"Just say it."
"That's good. In the Ender Kingdom, the Geometry Service's expert Night Bell and the Obscuro Society's expert are fighting for a special heirloom. Most of the experts from both sides have gathered there. We hope that you can represent the Secret Service and participate in the battle. See if you have a chance to get the heirloom. You're very close to that place anyway. The time limit for this mission is within five days. "
"No problem. What about the mission reward? "Garon accepted it without hesitation. After experiencing the power of the heirloom, he was now very interested in it. He also understood why so many forces valued the heirloom so much.
Simply put, the heirloom was the amalgamation of countless complex tactics. It could be injected with Totem Light or Totem Power at any time to activate a powerful or multi-purpose force. For an ultimate heirloom imitation like the Cloud Crow Formation, as long as there was enough Totem Power or Totem Light, it didn't require any skills. A normal Totem User could instantly become a Spiritualized Elite.
"The reward naturally won't be bad. A Tactic Formation that you'll definitely be satisfied with. Furthermore, considering your father's relationship, the Trejon Family's loyalty to the Royal Family is unquestionable. I've already submitted a request for a new land. As long as you complete this mission, the Trejon Family will once again obtain a satisfactory land in the current human residential area. "Mike's tone was also filled with a thick smile. A piece of land, a powerful and comprehensive Tactic Formation. This was a place that truly belonged to him in this chaotic world.
Garon was slightly moved. If he had a land like this, he could move the subordinates of the Trejon Family, as well as his family and friends' families, as well as his friends' families, to one place for protection. There was also Teacher Emin, who knew how he was doing now.
Garon roughly recalled the location, and decided to go to his teacher's place to take a look.
After regaining his senses, he hurriedly thanked him sincerely.
"Then I'll thank you in advance, Head Director. With such a generous reward, it seems like the heirloom this time isn't simple. "
"Of course. The Geometry Service originally wanted to take it for themselves, but unfortunately they didn't succeed. The rest of us will have a chance too. " Mike replied with a smile. "Those guys from the Geometry Service are arrogant. This time, they were actually entangled by the Obscuro Society. I guess they've lost all their face. Let's see how they're going to deal with this, hehe. "
He paused. "Also, didn't you wipe out the Obscuro Society's stronghold long ago? I'll send you a more detailed distribution map. It's something good that we just got. "
"Send? How? "Garon was stunned.
"I'll read it out loud, you memorize it."
"Alright!" Garon was worried that Windchime knew too little about the strongholds, and killed too cleanly, so the wipeout was nearing its end. He actually wanted to sleep, but someone sent him a pillow.
This time, he was addicted to wiping out. Although most of them were low level totem users, form one and two were the most common. But the numbers were huge. It was almost the same as when the Petrifying White Dragon was still around.
A form one totem or monster could provide about 25% potential value, a form two would provide about two points, and a form three would provide five points. Spiritualization, on the other hand, shot up to fifteen points.
After memorizing the distribution map that Mike gave him, Garon glanced at his current potential points.
After unknowingly slaughtering hundreds of Obscuro Society members, his potential value had already exceeded two hundred.
After thinking for a while, Garon decided to increase his agility to its current limit.
His gaze fell directly on the agility column.
His potential value instantly started to fluctuate violently, and decreased.
Agility rapidly increased from 6.0, and after five points, every attribute increase required 20 potential points. Soon, a total of 40 potential points disappeared. Agility also increased to eight points.
From eight points onwards, every attribute increase required 60 potential points. The remaining 160 potential points were quickly reduced to about 40 points.
Agility finally reached ten points, and then it completely stopped, no longer moving.
Garon clenched his fist in satisfaction. His whole body seemed to be surrounded by an invisible wind. With a slight movement, it was as if all the weight on his body had disappeared, and his whole body felt light and without any sluggishness.
He felt the state of the Eight Headed Dragon. As expected, the ninth head on the back of the Eight Headed Dragon was rapidly expanding, and the giant sarcoma was getting bigger and redder.
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