For ten to twenty days, Garon practiced the White Cloud Combat Arts under the supervision of Second Senior Apprentice Brother Farak. After correcting all the mistakes that could cause internal injuries, Second Senior Apprentice Brother Farak finally had the time to deal with his own matters.
Because of Second Senior Apprentice Brother Farak's personal guidance every day, the two attribute points that Garon had accumulated over the past few days could not be used at all. Once he used it, the sudden strengthening would alert Second Senior Apprentice Brother Farak, which might expose the secret of his supernatural ability.
Bang! Bang!
In a bright training room, two black iron rods that were as thick as an arm smashed hard on Garon's back and chest. Tiny droplets of sweat splattered all over the cement floor under his feet.
Two strong dojo students panted as they held the iron rods. They no longer had the strength to continue hammering.
"Alright, sorry to trouble you guys. Go and rest."
Garen straightened up and moved the muscles of his upper body.
"Yes, Senior Apprentice Brother Garon." The two students hurriedly put down the iron rods as if they had just been pardoned.
Only Garon was left standing in the center of the room. White light shone in from the side window and fell on his naked body, reflecting the sheen of sweat on his body.
Phew …
Garon let out a long breath, and his muscles gradually relaxed.
The faint sound of accordion music could be heard from the street outside the room. There was also the sound of noisy people. It was very crowded and abnormally lively.
Garon looked at the window.
"The city government is holding a celebration for the completion of the central statue, right? It's been so lively for so many days."
He walked to the window and looked down. This was a training room on the second floor of the training hall. It was just nice to see the street outside the dojo.
A group of children wearing red clothes and black hats walked past the entrance of the dojo. They were holding small flags in their hands. The flags were all printed with the Federation's national flag with black and white stripes. These children looked around from time to time, and the line was messy. However, with their delicate skin and cute and innocent faces, they immediately attracted a large number of onlookers from both sides of the street. Some parents and relatives followed the line and cheered their children on. Waves of chaotic shouts mixed together, and there was a faint rhythm to it.
On both sides of the street, there were several rectangular tables covered with white tablecloths. Fruits, pastries, and cakes were being placed on them. Some people had already run to the table and sat down to enjoy the food. Among them, there was no lack of beautiful girls. Even on the second floor, Garon could smell the sweet aroma of bread and cake, as well as the aroma of wheat cakes and pea cakes.
The two students who had helped Garon to massage his body were also among them. They eagerly sat beside the two girls, smiling happily.
Garon couldn't help but laugh.
"No wonder they were so reluctant."
"That's for sure. Did you forget what day it is today?" Third Senior Brother Garcia's voice came from behind.
Garon turned around and saw that Garcia's head was completely shaved. There was not a single strand of white hair left, and the top of his head was covered in bandages. He was wearing a white suit, giving people a strange feeling that he was a monk in a suit.
"What festival? Isn't the central statue built by the city government completed? "Garon was stunned and asked.
"It's the carnival!! The carnival!! "Garcia was speechless as he rubbed his head." Did you become stupid from all the training? Even during the carnival, you're training alone in your room. This is a festival that only happens once a year. "
"The carnival …" Garon was enlightened. "The carnival is on the 30th of December every year. I almost forgot about it …"
He grabbed the clothes on the rack and slowly put them on, covering his strong muscles.
"What about you, Third Senior Brother? Why do you have time to come back to the dojo? Shouldn't you go out and have fun these few days?"
Garcia said unhappily. "If I wasn't injured because I was sparring with Senior Sister, you wouldn't have the chance to tell me to go out and have fun! Alright, hurry up. No matter what, you should have someone you want to visit, right? "
"Yes …" Garon smiled. He put on his clothes and picked up the key hanging on the rack. "Then I'll go first. Thank you, Third Senior Brother. If you didn't remind me, I would have missed something important today."
"It's good that you know how to thank me! Just bring me something good to eat when you come back. "Garcia waved his hand.
Garon walked out of the training room, casually washed the sweat off his hair with tap water, and went straight out the door.
As soon as he walked out of the door, he was greeted by a wave of hot air. People were gathered on both sides of the street, looking at the parade that was slowly passing by. At this time, an acrobatic troupe was slowly passing by. From time to time, pigeons conjured by magic would fly into the sky.
Garon walked slowly along the street towards Pennington Street. After turning a few corners, he casually bought a few egg tarts and two cups of tomato juice from a roadside stall. He carried them in his hand and walked directly to Dolphin Antique Shop.
The antique shop was open. It was noon. Old Man Gregor sat on a wooden stool in front of the shop, smiling as he looked at the beautiful girls passing by from time to time.
The girls wore light red miniskirts and white stockings. From time to time, they would raise the fluffy silver balls in their hands and shout slogans.
"Yali Academy! Always the strongest! "
The girls were only sixteen or seventeen years old. They looked youthful and energetic. They were lined up neatly in front of the antique shop.
Garen stood on the other side of the street and looked at the old man across from him. He smiled and raised the food in his hand at Garen.
He was tall and strong, with dark purple short hair and dark red eyes that were very eye-catching. His face was handsome, and his strength had been increasing recently. His physical fitness was getting better and better, and his spirit was like a hot stove. He was very eye-catching standing on the side of the line. From time to time, the girls in the line would raise their eyebrows at him, looking very interested.
"Hey, handsome ~ ~"
A blonde beauty left the line and bumped into Garon, who was standing on the side. The beauty's dark blue eyes looked at Garon, as if she wanted to tease him. With a flick of his hand, a small white piece of paper hit Garen's body and was caught by him.
"You are very beautiful. But … "Garon shrugged, holding the paper and shaking his head slightly.
The blonde beauty's eyes flashed with disappointment.
The line of girls slowly walked away, and the sound of slogans could be heard from time to time. There were quite a lot of onlookers on both sides of the street. Garon squeezed through a few people blocking his way and walked towards the antique shop opposite.
"Old man, how are you doing? It's a festival. "He directly sat on the steps next to Old Man Gregor, not caring about the dust on it. Then, he handed over the tomato juice and egg tarts.
"Same old. The girl from Yali Academy was pretty, right? Did you fall for her? I saw someone give you a note of her own accord! "Old Man Gregor smiled lecherously.
"You're already so old, yet you're still so lecherous." Garon was speechless.
"Mommy!!" A little boy ran past Garen. He lost his footing and fell on the ground with a 'poof'.
Garon picked up the boy to steady him, but the boy didn't cry. He continued to run forward, screaming, and jumped into the arms of a beautiful young woman. The young woman smiled kindly at Garon, expressed her thanks, and walked away with the little boy.
Old Man Gregor looked at the little boy's figure, and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.
"If my grandson was still alive, he would be about the same age …"
Garon heard the sadness in the old man's words, but he didn't say anything. He just drank his tomato juice and looked at the busy street, waiting for the old man to continue.
"Because of me, my son and daughter were implicated. What a pity … "Old Man Gregor drank his tomato juice and mumbled," What a pity … there's no medicine for regret in this world … "
"What's the point of regretting?" Garon said calmly. "Looking back, I think the only meaning is to learn from the lessons and grow."
The old man smiled. "You're still young, you don't understand." He took a deep breath. "When you're old enough to remember more than half of your life, you'll understand."
"Maybe." Garon didn't say anything, and his face was expressionless.
"Garon, kid." The old man's tone suddenly became serious. "Have you always been curious why I opened an antique shop here alone?"
"Curious? Why would I be curious? Isn't it good to live a normal life like this? "Garon looked at the old man strangely. "By the way, do you still want to learn today?"
"Of course. Learning is something that must be done every day, and it can't be stopped." The old man calmed himself down and stood up. "Come in. Today is a holiday, so I'll give you a special treat."
Garon stood up and walked into the antique shop. He watched the old man close the door and use the light from the small window above the door to illuminate the room.
Old Man Gregor took out two large books from the inner room, sat on the desk, and pointed at the two books. "These two books are the standard teaching materials that I will explain to you in the future. You can read them by yourself. There won't be any major errors in the content. I've carefully corrected them, so don't worry."
"Thank you." Garen casually flipped open one of the books and saw that the pages were filled with notes and key points written in red pen. He flipped to the back of the book and saw that the entire two-thousand-page book was filled with these notes.
He moved on to the next book and opened it. It was the same.
"These are the two books that I annotated a long time ago. All the mistakes have been corrected. I prepared them for my grandson, but I didn't expect you to use them first," the old man added.
Garon smiled. He knew that the old man had prepared the books especially for him. He didn't want him to feel pressured, so he deliberately said that the books were prepared for others so that he could use them. The notes on the pages were very new, and he had unintentionally told the old man that he wanted systematic learning materials. He didn't expect the old man to give him two large books today.
To be honest, Garen was slightly moved as he looked at the pages filled with detailed annotations and corrections. He did not know how much time Old Man had spent in secret to come up with these information annotations.
"After reading these two books, will I be able to master them?" he asked as he closed the two large books.
"More or less. The next step is to practice the hands-on appraisal. You have to use the object yourself to improve your appraisal skills. In addition, you have to know the characteristics and history of the object like the back of your hand. "The old man took out a pair of glasses and began to wipe them slowly.
Garon took a stool and sat down. He nodded and sat straight across from the old man.
"What should we talk about today?"
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