"It's not that bad. We have enough manpower this time. But Kelly, it's better if you don't go. I'll go with the White Eagle and a friend. If something happens, we can't protect you. "Dale frowned.
"Don't worry, I can protect myself. Don't forget the time when you gave me the Black Jade Disk." Garon winked at him.
"I guess you won't give up. Suit yourself. This time we plan to go down and take a closer look. Oh! Take a look at this. "Dale took out an old yellow paper from his pocket and handed it to Garon.
Garon took it and unfolded it.
There was a colorful oil painting on the paper.
A man was running forward on a wide gray plain.
His back was facing the oil painting. He had no head, and a flock of black birds was flying out of his neck.
"There's more on the back." Dale Quicksilver reminded him.
Garon turned around. There was another painting on the paper.
A rough man's hand reached out from the ground. There was a bloody hole in his palm, and a figure in a black robe stood in the hole.
There was a line of text below, but Garon couldn't understand it.
"The bottom line is a very old common language, the Aikunta language. It means: To give the world the beauty of the soul. "Dale's expression was slightly serious." I did some research. You have to be mentally prepared. "
Garon nodded in silence. He had a feeling that the Silversilk Castle incident was going to be more than just a little troublesome.
Dale took a sip of coffee.
"This piece of paper was found at the place where we went down yesterday. When I got this piece of paper, I immediately went back. I immediately returned because I recognized the origin of this line of text. "He paused. "The Aikunta language is said to be a language used by the most mysterious people in the legends."
"Mysterious?" Garon narrowed his eyes.
"They have always been hidden behind the world. Their powers are mysterious and strange. In the legends, they often appear between the devil and the bloody. No one has ever seen their true existence. They are known as the Warlocks. "
"Warlocks …" It was the first time Garon heard of this term.
Grace, who was at the side, exclaimed.
"Could it be the powerful people in the legends who learned magic?"
"Not bad." Dale Quicksilver nodded solemnly. "It is said that warlocks are powerful humans who learn magic from demons and fear. The magic they learn is called magic because it was learned from demons. In myths and legends, they would even mate with monsters and give birth to family descendants with terrifying bloodlines. Among the ordinary humans, some of them were nobles, some were merchants, some were scholars, and some were travelers. Of course … "
"These are just legends and myths," he concluded. "It's just that there are a lot of humans who worship Warlocks, especially in ancient times. I suspect that the entrance is probably a product of this group of people."
Garon was stunned at first, but after hearing the explanation, he realized that it was just a legend. He tried to recall Garen's past memories. "In myths and legends, I have vaguely heard of the legends about warlocks, but those are just false stories, right? Even if it's the humans who worship them, what can they do? "
"Ritual, bloody sacrifice, making a flute out of a corpse's leg bone, these are all possibilities. Anyway, it could be a cult or something. "
"If that's the case, then I have to go take a look." Garon licked his lips. "After all, those warlock magic shouldn't really exist. Most of it is just something made by humans. "
Dale Quicksilver nodded. "I've encountered similar cases before about ancient cults. Like you said, these things are made by humans. There's nothing mysterious about them, just excessive cruelty and blood. But now that the Golden Hoop is here, it's much more dangerous this time. You know, there's always a lot of remnants of cult rituals. If you sell them as antiques, you can get a considerable amount of wealth. "
"So when do we go now?"
"When the White Eagle and his friends arrive, we'll go together. This time, we've mobilized a group of police officers, so it shouldn't be too dangerous. " Dale Quicksilver raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "It's around 6: 40, they should be here before 10."
"So we're just going to wait here?" Garon was puzzled.
"Isn't it good to have a good rest?" Dale Quicksilver smiled. "Don't be nervous." He stood up and patted Garon's shoulder. "We have to wait for our ancient mechanism experts to arrive before we can explore the cave safely. Before that, you can relax and get along with your beautiful secretary. "
Garon smiled helplessly as he watched Dale Quicksilver get up and walk outside. He leaned back in his chair, and his head suddenly bumped into a soft, warm, and firm body.
Ge Reese blushed behind him. She didn't move away, but allowed her chest to touch the back of Garon's head.
"Now I'm your spokesperson in the eyes of the company. I'm an important link between you and the company. If you want, I won't refuse," she whispered.
"I don't like to be forced." Garon smiled and stood up. "We'll be going to the Silversilk Castle soon. It's a dangerous place, so be careful. I might not be able to protect you. "
"Don't worry, I'm well prepared this time. The company sent people to protect us. Speaking of which, I'm still riding on your coattails."
Ge Reese smiled and clapped her hands.
"Cynthia, are you still not coming out?"
From the bushes outside the open-air restaurant, a beautiful girl with a strong figure slowly walked out. The girl was like a cute and innocent girl next door. She was wearing a low-cut, tight dress. The black fabric contrasted sharply with her white and delicate skin. Her lips were pink, her skin was white like jelly with a hint of red, and her shoulder-length brown hair was slightly curly.
Garon was also slightly stunned by this girl.
"Cynthia? Are you 18 years old yet? " He asked in surprise. At the same time, he looked around the restaurant. Fortunately, it was still early, so he was the only one left in the restaurant. The fat boss was also dozing off at the cashier counter in the room.
The girl's slender, white, and beautiful legs were unusually eye-catching. She wore black boots that almost covered her entire calf.
"The company sent me to protect you two. There's also a special team for general security. Don't worry, Mr. Kelly, I'm 19 years old this year. "
This girl named Cynthia always had a faint smile on her face. She looked pure and sunny, and her dark brown eyes were slightly curved like a cat's. She gave people the impression that she was smiling at all times. Coupled with her perky breasts, slender legs, and perky buttocks.
The girl walked to Garon's seat and stood still.
"Mr. Kelly, I was specially selected by the headquarters to be your personal bodyguard. I can do any task you give me. I can do anything that Sister Ge Reese can do. I can also do anything that she can't do ~ ~ "
When she finished her sentence, she slightly raised her perky breasts and raised her eyes at Ge Reese.
Ge Reese's face turned cold. She immediately understood that this was the company's move to send someone to replace her position in Garon's heart. Obviously, this was the result of her and Garon not being able to achieve a closer relationship. Cynthia was the candidate that the company had sent to replace her. This young and beautiful team leader was stronger than her, and her appearance was also better than her. More importantly, Cynthia was a special tool that was specially trained to win over high-ranking people.
"Do you think there's only one kind of close relationship between a man and a woman?" She said coldly.
"But only that kind of relationship is the closest, right?" Cynthia looked innocent and cute. She put her finger to her mouth and looked cute. "I can do anything for Mr. Kelly, okay? No matter what Mr. Kelly wants to do to me … "She held onto the back of the chair and gently leaned towards Garon.
Garon smiled bitterly and stood up.
"Okay, stop fooling around. I understand the sincerity of the Manuyllton Company. But now's not the time to talk about this. Cynthia, how many people did you bring? "
Cynthia immediately stood still and stopped smiling when he mentioned business. "Six people in total. Including me, there's seven people. We've already spread out to patrol the area. Don't worry, we're all elite bodyguards trained by the Weisman Three-Pointed Awl Company. We can definitely guarantee your safety. Also, after this incident, Lord Aradeline hopes to meet with you. "
"Adrian, huh?" Garon remembered this name. After spending some time with him, he knew from Ge Reese that Adrian was the real controller of the Manuyllton Company. The reason why he asked Ge Reese to work for him and sent the beautiful Cynthia to be his bodyguard was obviously to get close to the White Cloud Dojo. Most importantly, the Manuyllton Company had a conflict with Garcia's family, which was another antique company in Huaishan City. The Manuyllton Company had always been at a disadvantage. Perhaps this meeting was to ask him to mediate the conflict with Garcia's family, hoping that he could escape this disaster.
"About Garcia's family?" Garen didn't know if Third Senior Brother would give him face. "But don't expect too much. Third Senior Brother isn't the only one who can make the decision."
"Of course." Cynthia nodded, but there was a trace of doubt in her eyes. She had originally thought that this sixteen-year-old Garen was just an ordinary high school student who had reached the top in a single bound because of his talent. No matter what kind of temperament he had, he shouldn't be able to resist her temptation. As long as she succeeded, she would be able to act coquettishly in bed with him.
She didn't expect that the feeling would be completely different from what she had imagined. Garon's speech and actions were completely different from an ordinary high school student. He would be more like a thirty-year-old adult. He was completely unaffected by her body's temptation.
Garon nodded in satisfaction.
He understood that everything he had now was built on his identity as a member of the White Cloud Dojo. Whether it was Ge Reese or Cynthia, they were only so respectful to him because he was their last disciple. It wasn't because of his own strength. However, he didn't really care about these external forces. With his innate abilities, he could walk the path of constantly strengthening himself.
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