Mysterious journey

After sitting quietly on the bed for a while, Garen got out of bed, quickly changed his clothes, took out a set of white casual clothes with silver trim from the closet and put them on.

His eyes fell on the attribute bar below his field of vision again.

The properties are still the same, no different.

He hesitated for a moment, but saw that there were still more than ten potential points left, but he still did not use them to restore himself in advance.

"Now that we have not found a new source of energy, we can only save potential points as much as possible."

The potential points are all absorbed from the antiques of doom, and the world does not yet know whether there are antiques of doom. Even if it exists, more than ten potential points are still a great wealth and cannot be used indiscriminately.

He tidied his clothes. Garen was usually a very clean and beautiful person. He kept his body neatly arranged and also liked to use various perfumes.

Garen frowned and looked at the desk. On it lay the unfinished diary from last night. It's full of praise and admiration for that Rose.

He walked over and flipped through it, but there was almost no substance in it.

Closing the notebook gently, he walked to the full-length mirror, picked up the comb hanging by the mirror and began to comb his hair, arranging it neatly and beautifully, just like Ahashia usually. Then he frowned and picked up a bottle of commonly used perfume and sprayed it on his body.

"A man actually wears perfume!?" He put down the perfume bottle with a slight displeasure.

After checking in the mirror and closing his eyes to make sure nothing was missing, Garen opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

Follow the light yellow wooden corridor and the spiral staircase down to the first floor.

Two maids in the hall were tidying up and cleaning the room. When they saw Garen coming down, they put down their things, silently curtsied to him, and then continued to do their own thing.

Garen glanced at the two maids. They were both forty years old and not pretty. They were just very quick with their hands and feet and were good at doing things.

He walked through the lobby on the first floor and walked out of the small building.

Outside are patches of green lawn, like patches of emerald jade, which look extremely pure in the sunlight. A few sparse gray trees dotted the area, their leaves rustling in the breeze, and a few green and yellow leaves fell from time to time.

There are several men and women wearing gray long-sleeved trousers on the lawn, trimming some edge grass.

Garen looked up at the sky. The sun had just emerged. It was still early and he hadn't heard the seven o'clock morning bell. He decided to walk around the entire manor first and get familiar with the environment.

Along the lawn, he began to walk slowly between small buildings. There were long and short white buildings with different functions. Some were used for living, some were used for storage, and they also had various functions such as collection and reception.

Garen spent twenty minutes, slowly and quickly, walking around the entire manor.

The only feeling the entire manor gave him was that of desertedness.

There were too few people. A large manor that could accommodate fifty or sixty people only had about a dozen people living there, plus servants, gardeners, grooms, etc.

Many areas cannot be cared for and the ground is covered with weeds. A few small buildings even looked dusty, with pieces of paint peeling off here and there, as if no one had visited them for some years.

Less than one-third of the entire estate is actually used. Many places and corners are deserted, giving people a quiet and eerie feeling.

Dang. Dang.

The melodious morning bell rang.

Garen looked up at the tallest clock tower, where someone was ringing the bell.

He turned around and strode towards the main building in the middle.

It was my morning routine to visit my father, and, most importantly, the housekeeper was there, bringing the latest outside newspapers.

Only through newspapers can this Ahasiya person know the situation outside as quickly as possible.

Garen narrowed his eyes. He needed to confirm as soon as possible whether the historical pictures he saw while traveling were true.

He walked along the patterned lawn towards a small building in the central area. When he walked downstairs, there was a tall middle-aged man standing on the balcony of the room on the second floor.

The first impression a man gives people is majesty. This is a tall man with a black beard. His beard was neatly trimmed and merged with black hair at the temples.

There are also two slender mustaches on his lips, and a pointed beard on his chin.

The beard does not give people a messy and thick feeling. Instead, it makes people feel slender and neat, not too thick at all.

The man was wearing a black coat and stood on the balcony looking down.

"It's Shia."

"Yes, Dad." Garen quickly lowered his head and answered as he looked in memory, looking a little cowered.

"Come up, Du Qian is back too, bringing you the Black Duran perfume you asked for." The man was Ahashia's father, Vindman Terry Jones.

This fifty-year-old man appears to be an upper-class noble of the Cowaitan Empire and a professor of many departments at the Royal Academy. In fact, he is a silver lantern master of the Ghost Silver Lantern Sect. Have strong personal strength.

Garen walked into the small building. There were two people sitting in the hall on the first floor, a man and a woman, sitting opposite each other on the sofa.

These two people, one named Adni and the other Marcelan, are Vindman's most loyal right-hand men and the two most powerful elites among his many men. Although he is not a silver lantern master, he is a rare master even in the Royal Guard with his excellent swordsmanship and spear skills.

Garen glanced at the two men, and he clearly remembered that in the near future, both of them would die at the hands of the invading Baker Stone Eyes. And his father Vindman died prematurely at the hands of elite members of the Black Sky Society.

As for himself, Vindman's son, he was killed by the subordinates of the Black Sky Society while escaping from the manor under the protection of his cousin.

No matter what, these two people are absolutely loyal to the Terry Jones family. All their interests and glory are bound to the Terry Jones family. They are loyal to not only their father Vindman, but also the entire Terry Jones family.

"Sister Edney, brother Marsilan." Garen greeted politely according to the names in his memory.

"Ahasia, are you here so early?" Adni said with a smile.

"The Viscount is upstairs and will be down in a moment." Marsilan was a very gentle uncle.

The two of them were not very familiar with Ahashia, but because Ahashia was the next generation heir of the family, they still treated him seriously and politely as the head of the family. He was not at all scorned by Garen's own behavior of losing money through gambling.

"Where's Sister Du Qi?" Garen glanced around and saw no one.

"Report to the Viscount above." Marsilan replied. He wears a thin sword at his waist and wears casual and relaxed white and red clothes.

"oh"

Garen nodded and sat down on the empty sofa on the side. The maid also served him a cup of lemon tea.

He picked it up and took a sip, and out of the corner of his eye he immediately saw a stack of newspapers placed under the coffee table. He reached over and took out the newspaper, placed it on his knees and began to leaf through it.

Marcelan and Adni were chatting quietly on the side. Their expressions seemed unhappy and a little solemn.

Garen ignored them and focused on flipping through the newspaper in his hand.

The first thing I saw was ‘the dangers of private abortion’

Garen turned over speechlessly.

‘Have you done a good job of maintaining your body? ’

He turned to the front page of the stack of newspapers with a dull face.

‘Green Forest Health News’

He raised his head and saw the smiling faces of Marcelan and Adni, and there was a faint chuckle from someone unknown in his ears.

"Okay, I just want to read the latest national weekly. Is this wrong?" Garen shrugged helplessly.

"Here." Marsilan took out a wrinkled gray newspaper from his side and handed it to Garen.

After taking the newspaper, Garon caught a glimpse of a huge headline at the first sight: 'Pimparasu V said that he will visit Kuwaitan in the near future.'

Below is a line of small print: 'The leaders of both sides will discuss the issue of unrest in the valley'

"The valley is in turmoil?" Garen whispered.

Sannia is one of the two most powerful countries in the Eastern Continent. It has joined forces with the Kuwaitan Empire to form a stalemate with a superpower in the Western Continent.

Garen continued to look down.

It was indeed the Valley Uprising in the picture he saw.

Garen's heart trembled.

He continued to look through the rest of the content, but found nothing.

Then he changed to the next newspaper.

This is the last issue of the National Weekly. The second article on the front page is about the rent protest demonstration by small and medium-sized farmers in the country.

Garen suddenly knew something. He first searched through the major events in his memory and determined the date and location. Then look for specific location dates on newspaper reports.

They are exactly the same! !

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Garen put up the newspaper to block himself.

"It seems that what I saw is very likely what will happen in the future."

"If the things in those pictures are true, then what I saw is the history of this planet?"

He closed his eyes and recalled the scenes in the picture.

"Garen, when did you learn to care about national affairs?" Vindman's voice suddenly came from behind.

Garen removed the newspaper and immediately found that Marsilan and the other two people had stood up and looked behind him.

He stood up and turned around, seeing Vindman wearing a black tuxedo and holding a black top hat in his hand, looking elegant and formal. Next to him stood a beautiful woman with a plump figure.

Garen quickly lowered his head.

"Dad, are you down? I made an appointment with Gassis and left first."

"You just came and left? Won't you have breakfast together?" Vindman came over and sat down on the sofa, and the woman next to him also sat down next to him.

"No." Garen looked down at Vindman's steps, which were slow and steady, like a precise clock, and he couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart.

Fortunately, his refusal was the same as that of Garen, who did not dare to stay with his father for a moment. This is also consistent with his usual image.

"Okay, you go ahead and don't come back too late." Vindman replied calmly.

Garen nodded quickly, put down the newspaper, and smiled at Marceline and Adni, as well as the woman next to his father. Then he hurriedly walked out of the small building.