Sylvia walked into the room. It was a simple room made of stone. The tables, chairs, decorations, and beds were all made of white stone. There were no complicated decorations, only a circular experiment table in the middle of the room was special. On top of it was a notebook, experiment equipment, and a small unit factory for Luminarists.
Garon walked to the faucet in the right corner and turned on the tap to wash his hands.
"Go up and lie down." Garon didn't even turn his head and said directly.
Sylvia's face turned red instantly. She hesitated and walked to the side of the experiment table, as if she was hesitating whether to lie down on it or not.
She looked at Garen's back. This was undoubtedly a very delicate man. If they were in another place, perhaps she would have gladly accepted the role of his lover. However, in a place like this, in a cold room like this, Garen had no choice.
Garon washed his hands and turned around to see her still standing there like a fool, as if she didn't know what to do. He suddenly smiled.
Without saying anything else, he walked to Sylvia, reached out his index finger and lightly touched her neck.
"Ah!"
Sylvia cried out, and her body fell limp onto Garon's body.
She felt her whole body lose all strength, as if she couldn't exert any strength at all. But her body's senses were still very sensitive. Or rather, they were even more sensitive than before.
Then she felt herself being gently placed on the experiment table and lying flat.
Garon's hand gently moved around her breasts.
With a snap, the decorative silver breastplate suddenly loosened and was gently opened, revealing the white bra underneath.
Sylvia's whole body flushed a rosy red, and she closed her eyes, not daring to look anymore.
Garon's face was calm, and the lust in his eyes quickly faded away.
He gently moved his finger.
Rip!
The white bra instantly broke from the middle, and naturally fell apart on both sides. Revealing the white and reddened breasts underneath.
Her breasts weren't considered full, and could only be held with one hand. And what Garon was looking for was just a little inside of the two tips.
It was two black letters-like things, one on each side.
Garon reached out his hand, and lightly touched the two letters-like things.
"Hiss …" The two words suddenly changed subtly, turning from black letters into two completely different words.
With just a glance, Garon remembered the two characters.
Next, he separated Sylvia's legs and used the same method to peel off the armor on her thighs. With a swipe of his fingertips, two long, slender legs were instantly freed.
There were also two black letters deep inside.
Garon touched her in the same way.
At this moment, Sylvia's entire body trembled and tensed up. As Garon's fingers brushed past her thighs, her extremely sensitive body became hotter and hotter.
Another two new characters were undisguised and recorded.
There was only one left.
When she thought of the location of this place, Sylvia felt a burning sensation that made her cover her face with both hands. He had to lie down in that position to have a good view from behind.
Her heart was extremely tangled and complicated. Her good friend's cousin was casually fiddling with her body, and he was a nearly perfect man. A complicated feeling of shame and embarrassment filled her heart. Vaguely, she also felt a trace of excitement.
Garon didn't have any desire at this moment, his eyes were cold.
He flipped Sylvia over, got up, raised her buttocks high, and with a light tap of his fingers, the armor and undergarments on her lower body were all torn apart.
At the back of her private area, right below the central axis of the human body, Garon didn't look at the alluring scenery above and below, but lightly brushed the middle part.
"Ah …!" Sylvia finally couldn't take it anymore, her entire body trembled, and she actually lost control of her lower body.
Amidst the sizzling sound of water, a puddle of water instantly appeared on the ground beside the experiment table, and a lewd smell filled the entire room.
Garen, on the other hand, had already recorded the last rune. His expression was calm as he pulled a piece of white cloth from the side, covering Sylvia's body.
"I've finished recording the code. Next is … "
He looked at the back of Sylvia's buttocks from the experiment table, and a bowl-sized beaker was placed in a perfect position, catching a small portion of the liquid. The colorless and transparent liquid flowed down the sides of the beaker.
Garon picked up the beaker, and shook it without a change in his expression.
His eyes glowed slightly red, this was the activation of the War Chain's ability, the evolved Primordial Eye was even stronger than the original Isaiah's Eye, and could often see many things that normal people couldn't.
This viscous liquid didn't have any abnormalities, but Garon's expression didn't change at all. Although his eyes couldn't see anything, but he could feel that something was wrong with this liquid.
If a man and a woman were to engage in intercourse, then this liquid would be the most secretive. At the peak of intercourse, it was also the time when a person's nerves were the most relaxed, if something were to be done with it, then the success rate would be almost eighty to ninety percent.
Garon didn't care about Sylvia at the side, and took a little of the liquid in his hand, sucked it up with a straw, and dripped it onto a petri dish, then put a few drops of different types of dyeing reagents on top, and finally put it directly into the most crucial Totem Light simulation box.
This box could simulate weak different types of Totem Light. As long as there was a corresponding type of Totem Power, it could be simulated, but the strength would be very weak.
Garon chose three different types of Totem Light, and under the cover of these Totem Lights, he wanted to see what kind of reaction the liquid in the petri dish would have.
Very quickly, as time passed, the three types of simulation time gradually alternated, and finally ended.
Opening the box, even with Garon's calmness, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
In the petri dish, there was a fat black beetle lying on its stomach. This banana-shaped black beetle had dozens of short legs, and swung its head back and forth in the petri dish, its body was as big as a palm!
"In other words, in a short ten seconds, with enough Totem Light, a little bug in this liquid actually grew to this size?!" Garon also felt that it was a little unbelievable.
Looking at the fat black bug in the petri dish, Garon only felt a little nauseous.
Looking at Sylvia's alluring body again, the current her, in Garon's eyes, had completely lost her allure, and was replaced by an inexplicable sense of disgust.
Sylvia, however, acted as if she didn't see anything, and only looked at Garon with a puzzled expression as he took the petri dish out of the simulation box.
Garon put away the Original Eye, and as expected, the black bug in the petri dish instantly disappeared.
When he opened his eyes again, the black bug appeared again, and was still lying lazily in the petri dish.
"No wonder so many Totem Users were unknowingly controlled, this method …" Thinking of the First Princess's body that never aged, Garon seemed to have understood something.
He looked at Sylvia, and his face showed a slight hint of seriousness.
"There might be some problems with your body, and it might have been tampered with, so it's a little dangerous. For the rest of the time, you'll stay in this basement, and I'll find some high-end equipment to completely solve this problem. Before that, you're not allowed to go anywhere. "
Sylvia couldn't move at the moment, and could only blink her eyes. From Garon's tone, which had no hint of lust, she seemed to have heard some hidden meaning.
"From today onwards, you're one of mine, and I'll find someone to serve you in a while. You can have anything you want, but you can't leave this basement."
After reminding Sylvia, Garon immediately left the room, and lightly pressed the bell on the right side of the door. Soon, a few head maids who were serving below rushed over.
"Palace Master, what orders do you have?" The two head maids were in charge of all the cleanliness and management staff here.
This basement was a semi-public place, and was connected to the Technique Hall's basement.
"Send two people to serve the lady inside, and if she has any requests, satisfy them within your authority. But you can't leave this place. "
"Understood." The two head maids bowed their heads respectfully.
Garon nodded, Sylvia was his cousin Hathaway's friend after all, and he couldn't just watch her be controlled like this. With regards to the First Princess's methods, if he didn't have the Original Eye, and if it wasn't for the coincidence that Sylvia had an orgasm, he might not have been able to see the secret inside.
Although the secret of Sylvia's body should be discovered by those researchers, as his own woman, how could he just casually hand her over to the workers for research and inspection?
Garon couldn't be like the nobles of this world, exchanging female companions, and the luxurious and obscene lifestyle of the upper class nobles was even more disgusting than the most disgusting pornographic films.
He had an extremely possessive personality, and as long as it was his, no matter if it was a person or an object, then it would be very difficult for him to allow others to occupy it.
After sending the black bug to the Technique Hall for analysis, he instructed the forgers, and these researchers were also very curious about the existence of the black bug. Among them, the leader, Master Kling, was even more of a research fanatic, and after hearing Garon's explanation, his interest was greatly piqued, and he immediately began to test and analyze the black bug. Trying to collect information.
After throwing it to the group of people in the Technique Hall, Garon didn't care about it anymore.
He directly returned to the Black Swamp Palace to begin today's Secret Technique practice.
At this stage of Secret Technique practice, the process of fusing with the Nine-Headed Hydra to advance the level of Secret Technique, was more similar to using totems as nutrients, absorbing them to advance the evolution of the Secret Technique, and then the evolved Secret Technique would evolve again.
But Garon was now facing a lack of totem potential, and only core totems were qualified to be fuel and nutrients. If it wasn't enough, it would be very difficult for the Secret Technique to evolve to a stronger level.
At that time, he could only forcefully enter the beginner fifth form, and if he wanted to advance further, it would be very troublesome.
Garon estimated that once Hellgate surpassed the fifth form level, and reached the strongest level in the world, there would be a qualitative difference between him and the other fifth forms.
Even if he had the powerful control of the King of the Century, and could unleash 120% of his power, it would probably be useless.
After the fifth form, everyone would have Secret Techniques, and then his Secret Technique advantage would be pulled closer and closer.
Even if he broke through the fifth form, and had the strength of a peak beginner, the top totem users had the existence of the Original Heirloom …
Needless to say, Hellgate definitely wouldn't lack the Original Heirloom.
The wheels of history were turning.
Whether it was to protect the family's inheritance, or to ensure that Goth wouldn't face the tragic fate of dying in battle. Both required unparalleled power and strength.
The Obscuro Society and the Terraflor Society were the opposite of the Trejons Family, and with these two great enemies, the only way was to improve himself.
Recently, he had started to spend some effort to build up his power, in order to truly change the future.
*****
Three days later …
In the backyard of the Black Swamp Palace
Garon sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, and the three red marks in between his eyebrows faintly glowed with blood.
A strange twisting force circled around his body.
The morning air was cold and humid, slightly dampening the surface of a few large white rocks in the courtyard, showing a slightly black luster.
"Palace Master, Elder Blizzard requests an audience." A guard walked in from the entrance of the courtyard, and reported respectfully.
"Let him in." Garon didn't open his eyes, and continued to sit on the ground. If it wasn't for his voice, no one would have noticed that he had spoken.
The guard left, and soon the second tower master, Blizzard, dressed in a white robe, slowly walked into the courtyard, and looked around.
In the corner of the courtyard, there was a small patch of red plum trees. This type of red plum blossoms were in the autumn season, and now it was bright red, like a red cloud, faintly emitting the fragrance of the plum blossoms.
As soon as Blizzard came in, he stared at Garen.
With a slight smile, he strode closer, and stopped ten meters away from Garon.
"Palace Master, I had a new realization two days ago, and coincidentally, after reading some of the palace's books, I had a new understanding of the usage of totems. The people around me were also busy, so after thinking about it, I could only find you to spar. " Other than his arrogant and violent temper, Blizzard was also a true fighting maniac, and used most of his time to improve himself.
It was probably because of his determination that he was able to become the strongest person in the Seven Nights Tower, second only to the first tower master.
"Spar?" Garon opened his eyes. It wasn't that the others weren't around, but that they were scared of him. These days, this guy had been looking for people to spar with, and felt uncomfortable if he didn't spar all day.
However, he just happened to get a replica of Caeserton's Flash Barrier today, and couldn't find anyone to test it on, so Blizzard came looking for him.
After all, if Garon went out to spar by himself, with his status, it would be a show of force and a warning, and it would be easy for outsiders to misunderstand. But it was different if someone came looking for him.
"Sure."
Garon touched the ground with one hand, and his whole body floated up lightly, and he stood firmly on his feet. From sitting to standing, it was very natural.
Clap clap!
He clapped his hands lightly, and a wisp of white water vapor appeared out of thin air, and shot out with great precision, hitting a white round crystal on the wall.
Buzz …
A square platform suddenly rose in the middle of the courtyard, and the ground on the platform was engraved with dense tactical formation symbols.
"Please."
Garon was the first to jump onto the platform, and Blizzard chuckled, and followed suit.
He sized up Garon in front of him. Although he had heard of Garon's strength from the Third Tower Master Anjiad, he was confident that he could take care of Anjiad just as easily, so he had always wanted to test the strength of this infamous Nine-Headed Demon Dragon.
The two of them stood facing each other on the platform that was tens of meters wide, and neither of them made the first move.
At the peak of Form 4, compared to totem users, their totems were a fatal weakness when facing opponents of the same level.
The totem's defense was half of the original body's, and once the opponent grasped the weakness and attacked, it was very likely that they would be defeated. So totem users at this level would rarely bring their totem into the palace, and would rely on their original body.
It was unknown what Blizzard's secret technique was, but he did not carry a single weapon with him. Instead, he was bare-handed like Garen.
Unknowingly, a white figure suddenly appeared at the side of the courtyard. It was one of Ivycius' friends, Island Master Skyharp.
This woman looked at the two people facing each other on the platform, and didn't even blink.
Then, another person, Island Master Wukang, suddenly appeared beside her.
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