He remembered that the last time he parted with AG, there was a woman who was entangled with him. She seemed to be a witch as well.
AG's arrangements clearly showed that even without Garon, they still had the power to destroy the Five Scepters of a Blood Breed family. This could be seen from the way they arranged things.
The data was sent for more than ten minutes before it ended. Garon finally took a look at the notebook.
The last thing was to arrange the time, place, and the manpower that might be needed.
AG's arrangement for him seemed to be more relaxed. He only needed to come personally. In fact, he had a lot of things to do here.
Training the seed students. These seeds would be the first batch of official disciples of the Holy Fist Palace. A few of them were progressing very quickly. With the help of the Soul Primer, they had already reached the level of a normal martial artist. Although most of it was due to the help of Garon's Soul Primer, it was undeniable that they were hardworking and intelligent.
Training the students, suppressing and observing Nadia's aura, and looking for a new mask. Other than that, his sister, Arisa, and the others also needed to be dealt with. It was impossible to let them stay here forever, especially Arisa and the others. Garon could feel that Isaros and Arisa were the two key figures in this world. To put it simply, there would be no lack of trouble around them. Just like a certain Grim Reaper student on Earth, although there would not be a murder case wherever he went, he was at least a typical troublemaker.
Among the three, the most troublesome one was still Nadia. This fellow definitely could not be allowed to descend upon. Up until now, the Nadia that Garen had come into contact with himself was not her full strength. This Ancient Endor Army Level powerhouse had only used her projection to attack him once every two or three days, and her projection only had less than half of her original strength. The most terrifying thing was that this strength was only considered her first life state. Her true core, the Nine-Headed Dragon's natural talent, the eighty-one life ability, had not been activated even once. Every time she died, her strength would double, and this double was based on the most basic standard unit of her original strength. The final form of the 81 lives would be the stacking of the 81 original Nadias' strength, which was equivalent to 81 times of Nadia's current strength.
That was her true strength. This was also what Garon was most worried about.
He went to the secret room and took out the Demonic Book from the secret compartment. He returned to the study and sat down.
He didn't turn on the lights. With the faint moonlight, he could clearly see the words on the Demonic Book as if it was daytime.
Picking up the pen again, the Demonic Book had already recorded all the Demonic Secret Techniques and Secret Techniques in his memory so far. He had even written down some Righteous Secret Techniques, but in the end, they were demonized by the Demonic Book and turned into powerful Demonic Secret Techniques.
This book had already recorded eighty to ninety percent of the essence of his Secret Techniques. The Secret Techniques he had seen, practiced, and fought. Everything was recorded on it.
The remaining ten percent of the content was the most difficult.
That was the Living Secret Technique.
Regardless of whether it was the Northern Trident Frost-Fire True Water Evil Technique, the Hellfrost Peacock Technique that he was currently practicing, or the other Flame and Metal Demon Living Secret Technique Seed that he had stored in his memory, they were all things that he still could not understand.
He could only record his understanding and realization step by step.
The Demonic Book also changed as more and more content was recorded in it. It went from being pitch-black at the beginning to faintly glowing with a dark golden luster.
Garon picked up the pen and slowly wrote down a new Secret Technique: Han Jade Technique. Before that, he started to sort out some of the Secret Techniques that were not the best. Many of them were ones that he had practiced before, such as the Red Jade Palm and the Mammoth Secret Technique.
As for the Black Water True Technique, he had already recorded them.
Following the recording process, the other Demonic Book in Garon's mind also gradually changed. Its surface had a faint dark gold luster.
This book had completely turned into a Demonic Book. The wondrous techniques on it were enough to change the fate of anyone who obtained it. The Demonic Book itself seemed to have produced a Soul Seed's aura. As long as someone practiced the Secret Techniques on it and held the Demonic Book for a long time, they would be able to quickly practice the Secret Techniques on it under the influence of the Demonic Book. This was the same principle as Garon using his own Soul Seed's aura as a primer to implant it into his students.
'Soon … Soon, the Demonic Book will be completed. You will be able to condense the second Soul Seed. When that time comes, you might be able to reach a new level and increase the limits of your Soul Genes,' Black Sethe said with a hint of admiration. Black Sethe said with slight envy. He was envious of Garen's ability to grow endlessly, but he had already lost the possibility of such growth.
"If I can't understand the Living Secret Technique's Seed, the Demonic Book can't be completely written." Garon shook his head slightly with some regret.
'But this sort of sorting is also a great help to your Martial Arts.'
"That's true."
Without saying anything else, Garon continued to concentrate on writing.
*****
A few days later.
The sound of broken cutlery hitting plates was constantly heard.
The white light of dawn shone in from the window. At the dining table on the first floor of the villa.
Garon, his sister Vivien, Arisa, Isaros and Rod were quietly eating breakfast together.
The menu was oxtail stewed in red wine, black cuttlefish with ink, and Garon's favorite stewed snails with tomato. Although the dishes were simple, the taste was indeed very authentic. This was also the key reason why Garon chose this mute maid Marqiuli in the first place.
"After resting for a few days, you should be more or less recovered, right?" Garon looked at little Vivien who was in high spirits. He knew that this little girl had been living a good life these few days under the flattery of her subordinates. Her little face was rosy and she was in a good mood.
"Brother, you're not accompanying us." Vivien pouted and said unhappily. "What do you mean by more or less recovered? My young body and mind have been severely damaged, and I will never recover without compensation … "This guy was very thick-skinned, and he quickly accepted the fact that his brother was a rich and powerful bachelor. Plus, his family was not short of money, and his living conditions were very good, so naturally, he quickly adapted to the life here.
These few days, she was fascinated by the smart swimming pool at the back. It could heat the water and there was a 3D projection movie on the side. After some special functions were turned on, the pool could even massage and flash a silver light. Looking from afar from the second floor, it looked like a mercury pool with countless silver light dots. It was very beautiful. This was something that Rod had recently modified for little Vivien.
This guy knew how to have fun. After a few trips here, he happily played with little Vivien. He was only in his twenties and was still young. He had also played under his brother's protection since he was young. The two people who liked to play hit it off immediately and had a rare tacit understanding.
"Where are you going to play today?" Garon gently cut the oxtail on the plate into several sections.
"To my private garden. I have a few jaguars and white pythons there. Vivien wants to adopt a leopard cub." Rod answered honestly. He didn't know why, but ever since he started hanging out with Vivien, he felt more and more guilty when facing Garon. It was as if he was facing his own brother.
"Be careful. The Blood Breeds may make a move recently. Although it's unlikely that they will make a move on you first, you still need to be more vigilant." Garon warned.
"Then brother, do you have time later? Can you come with me?" Vivien pulled Arisa who was beside her and winked at her mischievously. The latter's cheeks immediately turned slightly red.
Arisa sat obediently at the side, her dark red curly hair draped over her shoulders. She looked unusually quiet. Her delicate little face was slightly biting her lower lip. Occasionally, she would sneak a glance at Garon. In this kind of face-to-face situation, this kind of glance obviously couldn't be called a glance. This girl was using the most obvious and bold hint to express her attitude — — she liked Garon.
This kind of hot 'glance' in front of you was something that even Rod couldn't handle. But looking at Garon, he still looked calm and composed. Suddenly, a feeling of admiration arose spontaneously.
"You guys go and have fun. I still have things to deal with later." Garon didn't even raise his head and answered casually.
But he didn't see the flash of disappointment on Arisa's face.
The group got up after eating. As they were about to leave the restaurant, they bumped into a Nighthawk subordinate who led a delicate mature woman with black curly hair over.
This woman was tall, but strangely, she was wearing a silver mask that covered half of her face. It only covered half of her face below her nose, allowing others to see her magnificent seven colored eyes that were like gemstones. That pair of eyes gave people an unparalleled sense of danger, as if they were standing defenseless in front of a crocodile or rhinoceros that could go crazy at any time.
No matter if it was Rod, Isaros, Vivien, or Arisa, they all directly felt a deep chill in their hearts.
This woman … is very strong …!
Isaros unconsciously assumed the best fighting posture, and the muscles on her body began to tighten.
The woman seemed to have noticed something. She coldly glanced at them, and the corner of her mouth curled into a contemptuous arc.
She raised her head high and strode into the restaurant. She closed the door behind her and then pulled out a chair to sit down.
"Nasira, this isn't your Cosen Castle." Garon's voice faintly sounded.
Following that, the woman seemed to have said something as well, but the few of them couldn't hear it clearly. But the two of them seemed to be at loggerheads.
"What kind of people are your brother's friends!" Rod had now completely placed Garon on the same level as his brother. As his understanding of Garon deepened, he realized more and more that this Nighthawk King truly possessed terrifying power. This wasn't the so-called forces, but his own strength. That kind of terrifying aura, absolute, powerful, and domineering feeling of absolute supremacy.
His every word and action could subconsciously convince people. His aura and aura could easily subdue the people around him, making them consciously listen to his orders.
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