Mysterious journey

Yoda coughed twice.

"I can't survive it. It's impossible to recover from the shoulder injury within a few months."

"I didn't think carefully." Crohn nodded to express his understanding.

Garen pondered for a moment.

"I also need to recuperate, so I can't attack right away, and even if I do it now, I'm no match for Ansara. Although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that Ansara's martial arts has reached its peak level."

The atmosphere in the room also temporarily fell silent.

Crohn sighed and waved the soldier to open the door. Several maids immediately brought breakfast, a light blue long bread with some apple slices, large pieces of pineapple, and a cup of unknown ingredients. The red drink was still bubbling.

Everyone didn't say much and ate breakfast quietly. There was only the sound of knives and forks clinking on the table from time to time.

Garen ate quietly while carefully estimating Ansara's strength and the recovery time needed for his injuries.

"Ansara has worked hard to get the Golden Sword Seat, and he is obviously certain about it. I wonder how much some of you knew about Ansara before?" Crohn asked in a low voice.

Garen was the first to shake his head, expressing his ignorance.

Su Lin also shook his head, but looked at the eight-armed dragon king Yoda.

Yoda had a thick bandage on his shoulder, and he quickly took the food on the table with one hand and kept stuffing it into his mouth.

"Don't look at me. I don't know very well. Ansara himself is a master of my generation. I just heard about this organization that he later joined or established."

Although they knew that what he said was completely unreliable, it wasn't that they didn't know, it was just that they didn't want to, but Su Lin and others couldn't force it.

Garen drank the drink in one breath and put down the cup gently.

"Actually, no matter what purpose Ansara has, no matter what ruins he goes to, there is no way he will never come out. When he comes out of the ruins, we will know what he is asking for. What we have to do now, We are considering how to deal with him. So many people were defeated by him before. If we do it again, do you think you can really resist him based on the strength here? "

After saying this, few people remained silent.

Only the new Lieutenant General Lanni frowned.

Garen shook his head.

"I'm just a pure warrior, so I won't get involved so much. When you think of how to deal with Ansara, Su Lin, just tell me. I have to go down and recover from my injuries. No matter what the plan is, everyone is injured now. Recuperate. If it’s not good, everything will be wasted. I’m sorry.”

He stood up, turned around and pushed the door open.

Along the red carpet corridor guarded by guards, Garen walked straight out of the small building.

It was already getting bright outside, and small patrol motorcycles were heard coming from a distance from time to time.

The originally empty space in the manor was filled with patrolling guards in yellow military uniforms. Temporary security fortifications had been set up in corners of some places that were easy to defend but difficult to attack. There were patrolling guards everywhere in the surrounding buildings and on the rooftops.

The entire manor turned into a large military camp overnight.

Garen took a deep breath, the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood from yesterday's fierce battle still lingered in the air.

Striding towards the lake outside the manor, he planned to take a good rest and take a swim to relax his body.

Suddenly, a guard came quickly not far away, wearing a yellow steel helmet. He ran up to him and stood at attention with a snap in salute.

"Mr. Gallon, there is a little boy outside the manor who said he came to see you and refuses to leave."

"Little boy?" Garen suddenly recalled the snot-nosed boy he met around the Eight-Armed Dragon King's residence. "Could it be him?"

"Thank you for the notice. Please take me to see it."

"Okay. Please follow me." The guard nodded and turned around, trotting towards the gate of the manor.

Garen followed neither too fast nor too slowly. His one step was equivalent to the distance of two or three steps of the guard. It looked like he was walking leisurely, but in fact his speed was not too slow.

Soon, after passing through the heavy defense lines, Garen saw the little boy with a runny nose in a temporary guard room set up on the right side of the door.

The boy's face was pale, and his arms were swollen beyond human shape, almost twice their original size. It looked like two adult men's arms, wearing sleeveless gray linen clothes, and their hair was as messy as a chicken coop.

As soon as Garen entered the door, he recognized him as the little guy who wanted to learn how to fight with him. But what left him speechless was that this kid was dragging a petite and cute little girl behind him.

The moment he saw this little girl, Garen's eyes suddenly narrowed.

The atmosphere in the entire guard room instantly became dull, and a terrifying sense of oppression pervaded everyone's heads like a dark cloud. It seemed as if the sky was about to collapse.

Not only the little boy, but also the two guards supervising him were trembling all over and almost didn't draw their guns immediately.

This is the powerful sense of oppression that Qi has on any creature, and it is the creature's instinctive fear of danger and natural enemies.

The little boy was trembling all over, his face became increasingly pale, and his chapped lips were almost bleeding.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Garen sat on the chair, looking down at the little boy and girl indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes.

But the strange thing is that when everyone was trembling in fear, the beautiful little girl's originally pitiful expression suddenly changed, from fear and panic to calm and cunning, with a look of surprise flashing across her face.

"How did you find me?" Her voice was clear and melodious, like a bird's cry.

"It seems that you were the one who gave him the guidance at that time." Garen did not answer directly, staring closely at the little girl, "I just said that when a little guy can actually see my strength. I am quite old. You are still pretending to be young, this is the first time I have seen a warrior like you."

"You brat! What do you mean you're a lot of age!?" The little girl's eyes changed, and she suddenly felt like she had been poked in a painful spot. "Don't you understand what it means to respect the old and love the young!? If this kid wasn't suitable to inherit my martial arts! Do you think I would ask him to find you?!"

As soon as the little girl spoke, the surrounding guards were frightened, and they quickly pulled out their guns and pointed them at her.

"Don't be nervous, he's just a master of special martial arts." Garen raised his hand to tell all the guards to calm down. "You guys go out first and I'll have a nice talk with them."

"I'm sorry, we must supervise the entire process of unknown foreigners. This is Lieutenant General Lanni's highest order!" A lieutenant walked into the door and said calmly. "Mr. Gallon, please don't make me wait." As soon as he entered the door, he felt a strange sense of danger that made the hairs on his body stand up, and his hand unconsciously pressed on the handle of the gun at his waist. His eyes were fixed on the weird little girl.

Garen's eyes shifted and fell on the young male lieutenant.

"Okay, I understand your difficulties. Then let's go out and talk."

He suddenly regained his courage, and everyone Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief.

Standing up, he walked directly out of the guard room and walked towards a small forest outside the manor.

The boy was followed closely by the little girl, and the three of them quickly disappeared into the forest.

After walking quickly for a distance in the forest, Garen turned around and stopped until no one noticed him.

"Tell me, who are you and what is your purpose?" Garen looked at the little girl behind him calmly.

This little girl, who looks pink and cute and is only eight or nine years old, gives him the feeling of an old monster burrowing into a child's body. She is definitely not an ordinary martial artist.

The person was no more than his waist high, wearing a somewhat worn maroon suspender skirt, with straight and smooth auburn shawl hair, and horizontal bangs on his forehead. Wearing thick black cotton socks and small red leather boots on the lower body, the skin is as crystal clear and smooth as white snow, and a pair of big burgundy eyes are gleaming.

Walking in the forest with thick fallen leaves, jumping up and down, and the long hair moving with each movement, giving people a pure and lovely feeling. If it weren't for the hint of cunning and sophistication on her pink face, no one would think there was a problem.

But since Garen became a fighter, he rarely only looks at people based on their appearance.

"What is your purpose?"

He looked at this weird little girl quietly.

"You can call me Celine. My purpose is very simple. I want you to accept Iludas as your disciple." The little girl Celine stopped talking nonsense and spoke frankly. "Originally I didn't plan to expose it, but to be on the safe side, I thought it would be better to be open and honest to avoid any repercussions in the future."

Garen glanced at the confused little boy following behind.

"I have heard that in the secret martial arts world, there are similar secret martial arts that reduce the size of the body and reduce the loss of energy to extend the life span. I didn't expect to see such an example."

"It's good that you know how powerful my old man is." The little girl raised her chin proudly, "My old man originally planned to accept him as his disciple, but my martial arts is completely inconsistent with his. When I saw you going to Yoda's residence that day, I just happened to find that your martial arts style is very consistent with the little guy's personality. And the most important thing is that the little guy Iludas seems to follow you! He actually followed your instructions and did enough training!"

She also showed a headache expression at this time.

"I just saw Ansara's strength. Rumor has it that it was the peak of the previous generation. I don't know what your strength is." Garen changed the subject and said calmly. A powerful and terrifying aura slowly began to gather in his body.

A large amount of energy surrounded him, invisibly condensing into the shadow of a giant elephant.

There was no roar, no movement, the giant elephant just enveloped Garen quietly, standing there, its eyes seemed to be filled with terrifying blood.

An invisible pressure suddenly pressed on the little girl Celine.

"Ansara, you have actually seen him?" Xilin was surprised, her little body flipped over and jumped away, lightly avoiding the suppression of Garen's spirit.

Garen's eyes narrowed. The opponent could avoid his courageous suppression so easily and did not confront him head-on. He was obviously not an ordinary character. A warrior who can accurately sense the speed and range of Qi and suppress it is at least a fighter with his own Qi.

He slowly raised his right hand and was about to start fighting.

"Don't be nervous! It's not your style to bully children all the time, right? If word gets out that the general of the Nantian Holy Fist Sect actually bullies a seven-year-old girl, woo. woo." Celine immediately changed her face, her eyes filled with tears. With tears in his eyes, he pulled down the clothes on his shoulders, revealing his white jade-like shoulders, and opened his voice. "powerful!"

Snapped!

Garen's face twitched and he rushed over to cover her mouth.