He walked up the stairs to the second floor. When he reached the corner, he heard the sound of the door opening again.
"Please come in. Master is waiting for you on the second floor." The maid's voice came for the second time.
Hochman stood at the corner and looked down. He saw Dahm in a red trench coat walk in with a smile on his face. His lips were dark red, like a coagulated blood clot.
Dahm was also much stronger than before. When he raised his head, their eyes met and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
The men brought by the two were nervous. They had already pressed on their waists, ready to pull out their guns at any time.
"You're early." Dahm smiled and waved at him.
Hochman nodded slightly.
The two greeted each other as if they were visiting a friend's house. They walked up to the second floor one after another.
Dahm, like Hochman, also asked his men to stay outside.
The two stepped on the dark brown floor and walked to the door of the study at the end of the second floor. Hochman gently knocked on the door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Come in." A gentle and calm voice came from inside.
The door was not locked. Hochman gently pushed the door open. The room was covered with a thick gray velvet carpet that was soft to step on. On both sides of the room, there were vertical yellow lamp holders that emitted bright yellow light.
The whole room was gray. The walls were covered with gray wallpaper. The tables and chairs were all gray.
In the middle of the room, there was a long table and two leather chairs.
Garon was sitting behind the long table with his body turned sideways. He seemed to be looking at something. When he heard the sound, he smiled and looked over.
Walking into the room, Hochman sat on the leather chair on the left. The chair's armrest and back had curved arcs. They were round but not sharp. The edges were also inlaid with pale gold lace. If one did not look carefully, they would not be clear. They were low-key and gorgeous.
Dahm followed him in and sat on the other leather chair.
Both of them noticed the rows of framed photos and oil paintings on the wall on the left side of the room.
"Those are some of the cultural relics and oil paintings that I have collected. There are also some old photos. They are all old things. " Garon explained with a smile. He was wearing a loose white robe that looked like a bathrobe. He looked relaxed and relaxed.
"Why did you call us all here?" Hochman retracted his gaze and asked in a low voice.
The maid served three cups of fragrant coffee, then quickly left the room and closed the door.
"There is indeed a small matter." Garon crossed his arms and said with a smile.
He raised two fingers. There were two things in total.
"First, I need you to do me a small favor." He pulled open the drawer of the table and took out a slightly black metal mask.
The mask was a little strange. It was expressionless and slightly black. The forehead was densely packed with tiny eyes, as if there were countless tiny black bugs crawling all over it. It gave off a creepy feeling of trypophobia.
Garon placed the mask on the table in the middle.
"Try your best to find the original version of this mask. Of course, if you find a replica, bring it to me as much as possible. "
Hochman picked up the mask, scanned it, and put it back on the table.
"No problem. If my channel finds anything, I'll get it for you."
Dahm picked up the mask with his orchid fingers and glanced at it.
"I don't have a problem either. Of course, if it's really rare and can't be found, I can't do anything about it. I hope you can understand."
No matter what, the two of them had reached such a high level that they already somewhat understood how Garon controlled them. The Two-Faced Waterbird Fist's most hidden flaw was that it required Garon's aura and Soul Seed's aura to constantly cancel it out. So they were indirectly controlled by Garon. Even though the two of them were very dissatisfied with this and were constantly looking for ways to solve this hidden problem, at least for now, there was no way.
"That's good." Garon nodded. This mask was the one that gave him the most potential value out of all the relics. Just this mask alone gave him close to a third of his potential value. This was the key that he valued the most.
After a period of looking through the records and appraising it, he discovered an even more shocking fact.
That was, this mask was actually just a replica. It was just a replica from a much older era. The black-clothed man's records still had the original record of this mask. This mask was named the Black Copper Mask. There should be a total of twelve replicas. Legend has it that within every replica mask, there was a clue to the location of the real one. As long as he could obtain all the Black Copper Masks, he would be able to find the real legendary Black Copper Mask.
This was a secret that the black-clothed man had discovered after his own exploration. Only Levi and a few of the higher-ups knew about it.
But now that Garon had unexpectedly discovered that it contained a huge amount of potential points, this made him instantly interested in this mask.
"The second thing." He looked at the two people sitting in front of him. "Quentin and Xander came to me. It's not about the yearly adjustment of the Secret Technique Competition within the society, but about the two of you."
The room fell silent. The two of them didn't speak.
"I don't want to care about your matters. You have your own circle, your lives, and your own decisions. Outsiders have no right to interfere. It's just that Quentin and the other members have a request, which makes things difficult for me. "Garon said.
"I understand." Dahm smiled. "As long as Hochman agrees to reconcile, I naturally have no objections."
"I'll think about it." Hochman closed his eyes and replied calmly.
"We're a whole. We're a family. The Fist Technique is what connects us. The path that we walk may be different, but don't forget the friendship that we once had." Garon said in a low voice.
Although the two of them were laughing coldly in their hearts, they still looked like they were listening attentively on the surface.
"That's right." Garon nodded in satisfaction.
"We heard that you recently needed a completely quiet environment to comprehend the Fist Technique. Hochman and I bought an ancient-style palace building in East Asia's Nappu Mountain. We've decided to give it to you as a gift. To express our gratitude for your teachings. "Dahm said with a sincere expression.
For some reason, the two of them seemed to have the intention of making Garon a legend.
They didn't defend themselves against the rumors that the combat club was mysterious and powerful. They even added fuel to the fire. However, no matter what, as their realms increased, Garen's strength, which they originally thought they could see clearly, became blurry once again. They could feel that Garen's aura was of the same origin as theirs. That aura was powerful and majestic, as vast and boundless as the sea.
Moreover, Garon's temperament was strange and changeable. Sometimes he was cruel and cold, and sometimes he was gentle and peaceful.
Therefore, even though they already had the intention to rebel, they still treated him with respect on the surface.
"Palace?" Garon felt that it was a little strange. He was still a student. Although he often skipped classes, he was still only in his twenties. However, looking at the eyes of the two disciples, combined with the recent information and news, he somewhat understood the two's plan.
They planned to establish a mainstream Fist Technique. They planned to use the powerful and mysterious Fist Technique Sect to continuously expand their influence. They wanted to truly become the mainstream Sect in the combat world. They wanted to become the Big, Righteous, Master.
They might even have the intention to unify the entire combat world.
After all, the Waterbird Fist and their own strength had already surpassed the limits of humans. This kind of strength was undoubtedly worshipped and pursued by countless people.
They had the ambition to establish their own Sect.
Garon suddenly understood the two's intention. Whether it was Hochman or Dahm, they were constantly trying to create their own style of Waterbird Fist.
"Alright, since it's a gift from you, I'll accept it. In the future, that place can be the meeting place of the combat club's higher-ups. "He nodded and accepted the gift.
It just so happened that he needed an extremely quiet environment to train his Dream Technique. He only recently understood that the attacks of void creatures could affect the surrounding creatures. In order to prevent the void creatures from harming the innocent, it was not a bad idea for him to choose a more secluded place.
"Then I'll take my leave first." Hochman stood up and bowed slightly.
"Me too. I still have things to deal with." Dahm stood up and said lazily.
In fact, when the two of them faced Garon and looked at his flawless face, they didn't know why, but there was an inexplicable sense of oppression in their hearts. This kind of oppression made them more and more uncomfortable. So the two of them never stayed here for long.
"Go. Remember your promise." Garon said softly.
The two of them nodded and left the room.
Listening to the sound of footsteps gradually fading away, looking at the mask on the table, Garon's heart suddenly moved. He reached out his hand to pick it up and gently put it on his face.
He didn't know why, but it was very strange. The moment he put on the mask, he seemed to feel a strange change in his aura.
The void creatures kept appearing in the Dream World. It was grotesque and variegated, with complicated changes. It was a completely different world from the real world.
For a moment, Garon suspected that there was something wrong with his senses. It was extremely difficult to encounter any supernatural phenomenon in the real world.
He took off the mask again and examined it carefully, but didn't find anything strange.
"This mask …" He vaguely felt that this mask seemed to hide some kind of strange secret.
'It seems to be some kind of special force field.' Black Sethe said. "This mask contains some kind of strange force field. It seems to be able to change the brain waves of creatures."
"Change the brain waves?" Garon was instantly interested. Black Sethe seemed to be learning and growing rapidly, absorbing all kinds of knowledge from the world around him. This world was too different from the world he was in before. It was mainly a technological civilization. There were too many things he had to learn.
Carefully stroking the texture of the mask, Garon took out the brass coin that fell from Nadia's body.
'The rules of this world are very firm. The binding force between the particles is very strong. For supernatural powers to be truly displayed, it would require an extremely large amount of power. Even Nadia's terrifying power in the Dream World would be quickly compressed when it comes to this world. So for her to leave this coin behind and affect reality from the Dream World, the amount of power she used would definitely be shocking. ' Black Sethe said softly. 'Similarly, for this mask to be able to automatically produce supernatural phenomena in such a world, the secret it contains is probably not small.'
Stroking the coin and the mask, Garon gradually fell into deep thought.
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