Mysterious journey

After careful consideration, Garen had dinner and asked Lara to ask if there was any answer from His Majesty the Emperor. Then I continued to delve into the experiment of reading practical manuscript materials.

For several days, there was no news from the palace herald stationed at the pass.

Garen also went around the outskirts of the royal capital, but the streets were unusually deserted, with few pedestrians. The royal capital implemented military control, and all entry and exit gates required troublesome permit review, and all supplies were managed in a unified manner. Everywhere is deserted.

Until the sixth day.

Finally, the interview was approved, and His Majesty the King had decided to summon him, but he only had ten minutes.

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After getting on the white carriage entering the customs, Garen did not draw the curtains, but sat quietly in the middle of the carriage, closing his eyes and concentrating.

There were carriages in front and behind the car, and inside were local nobles who were in attendance like him. If it weren't for the green vine ball, Garen estimated that he, a local lord who had lost power, would never be able to get an audience with the king.

He sat in the car and thought carefully about what he wanted in exchange for this meeting. He had planned to hand over the green vine ball early on. Among the three emperors, only the King of Kuwaitan was the most ambitious and had the best reputation. Giving it to him should be able to maximize the benefits.

It's just another thing, and it's a little troublesome how to deal with it. The Black Sky Society assassinated the King of Kuwaitan. This operation was successful. Was it to remind the other party, or

It was impossible to directly remind him. A foreign nobleman who suddenly appeared and said that his wife was a spy in front of the king, without proof or evidence, would be regarded as a minor offense unless he was charged with slander and sent to death row.

And even if the exposure is successful, the identity will be exposed and the main force of the Black Sky Society will hunt him down. The Royal Alliance may not necessarily protect him.

Thinking all the way, the carriage stopped at some point. There was a faint sound of music coming from outside, which seemed to be like a violin.

"It's time to get out of the car," the guard driving the car reminded.

Garon opened the car door and jumped out of the carriage. He was at the end of a deserted street. In front of him was a pencil-point black stone door. The black iron door was half open, and inside was a spacious corridor that extended into a far away place. Open air garden.

On the left side of the corridor stood a row of guards, all dressed in black armor and looking heavy and mighty.

The music Garen heard came faintly from the tall black pointed castle on the left, where the palace's side hall was located.

"Let's go." The herald was a tall, handsome young man with a white wig and a white undershirt with a red vest. The man glanced at Garen lightly, turned around and walked into the corridor first.

Garen noticed that the other two nobles who came down from the carriage did not stop at this entrance, but at the other two entrances.

"Didn't they go to the audience together?"

The handsome man glanced at Garen.

"You should feel honored that His Majesty only decided to summon you alone today. They were summoned by Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Garen nodded. Follow the man into the hallway.

The two walked quickly through the black corridor. The entire corridor was almost seven meters high and wide. It was extremely wide. Walking on the smooth black stone ground, they could still hear the faint echo of their footsteps.

Walk through the corridor to the side of the open-air garden.

The garden is full of all kinds of flowers, red and yellow, the most white ones, huge white flowers like basins. A group of luxuriously dressed girls were chatting in the garden. They didn't know what topic they were chatting about, and they were extremely happy. A few girls even sat on top of the huge white flower as big as a washbasin without falling to the ground.

The girls saw the handsome man leading the way and greeted him one after another. They seemed to know each other very well.

The men responded politely one by one, and were unusually calm under the ambiguous eyes of these girls.

Garen followed him. Although Ahashia's body was equally beautiful, compared with this person, it was still a bit inferior. Just ignored by these girls.

Compared to the bright and conspicuous clothes on the man, his gray robe was obviously inconspicuous.

Through the garden, there is another long corridor.

I don’t know how far I walked, but I finally arrived at a five-meter-high black door.

"Just wait here. His Majesty will be here in about half an hour. Remember, you only have ten minutes." The handsome military man gave a calm order, turned around and left.

Garen was unimpressed. In this kind of chaos, you can imagine how many people want to see the king every day.

He waited quietly in front of the gate. On the left side of the corridor, there were still guards covered in black armor. However, the armor on these guards was obviously much heavier. They were holding a black gun and stood beside the wall like sculptures.

About twenty minutes later, a well-proportioned middle-aged man strode over. He was wearing a white tights trimmed with silver, a white cloak behind him, and holding a small golden whip in his hand. He seemed to be riding back.

Wherever he walked, the guards all knelt on one knee.

This man was only about thirty years old, with a smile and a gentle expression. A black beard circled his chin and connected to his temples. It was unclear whether it was a beard or hair. His back is a bit hunched, but he walks very steadily. His appearance alone is neither handsome nor majestic, just like a passerby on the street.

Garon immediately knelt down on one knee. He had seen the black-and-white photo of the king before he came and recognized this man as Avicisman, the king of Kuwaitan.

"I have met your Majesty." He lowered his head and followed etiquette so as not to look at the king's face.

King Aivik was followed by a group of people, who seemed to be preparing to enter the room to discuss matters.

"come in."

Avic responded gently and took the lead in walking into the door opened by the guards.

Garen stood up and followed.

In the bright yellow room, the walls were carved with fine and gorgeous golden floral decorations, and a huge floor-to-ceiling portrait was posted on the wall opposite the door. That was the scene of Avic standing on the balcony of the palace holding a long sword.

Several rows of yellow wooden sofas are placed in an arc shape in the middle of the room. There are two long bookshelves on the right side, filled with various books with gold edges.

"Sit down." Aiweike pointed to the sofa like an ordinary host would receive guests.

Garen looked at the rest of the people, and no one followed him into the room. Only he and Avic walked in.

Those who followed bent down and saluted outside the door, and then carefully closed the door.

Garen then sat down quietly, sitting on Avic's right hand.

"Your trust in the royal family and Kuwait is your trust in me, Avik. When I heard what happened to Viscount Vindman, I felt sad and angry. Your father sacrificed for his research career It took a lot of effort and time, but the attitude towards the people in the territory was still a bit too cruel. The impact of this incident was very bad. When I say this, do you understand what I mean?" Avic went straight to the point. He is not a totem master, just an ordinary person, but he naturally has his own skills and abilities to be able to manage such a large kingdom.

"I understand." Garen nodded, "Actually, my request is very simple. I just hope that I can go to the Royal Archives to check out the information I want. At the same time, I also want to ask your Majesty's permission to go to the pharmacy to select several kinds of materials. Potion ready."

"Are you still a totem master?" Avic suddenly asked.

"Yes." Although Garen was stunned by Avic's change of subject, he answered immediately.

"Do you want a better core totem? Or a stronger sub-totem? If you are interested in potions, you can go to the secret agency. There is a lot of content in this area." Avic showed a softer smile on his face.

"A secret agency?"

"Yes, although our force in Kuwaitan is not strong, or even very weak, it is not difficult to get you to join it. Inside, you are interested in pharmacies and various technologies... Well... I heard As soon as you arrived in the royal capital, you stayed in your own manor and didn't go anywhere? There are a lot of technologies you are interested in there."

Garen hesitated. He didn't know what it was like inside the secret agency, but he had heard about the three major agencies of the Royal Alliance for a long time. These three major agencies were not headed by any one country, but were intertwined with each other, and their powers were entangled. Geguo's power in them was different. .

"To be honest, our Kuwaitan occupies a major position in the state agencies. We are not very weak in the academic and mathematics agencies, but the secret agencies belong to Sannia's territory and are difficult to penetrate. You also know that the three major agencies are the nobles of various countries. Representative of interest groups. We only have Earl Senda who has some influence in the secret agency."

"Even if I join alone, it won't have any effect, right?" Garen hesitated.

"Of course you are not alone, and nothing is achieved overnight. It requires a process of development." Avic said with a smile. "The addition of a scientific research-oriented workshop master will also be a strong support for Earl Senda."

"Your Majesty, you are overly complimentary." Garen quickly bowed his head in humility.

"Your father has made such a great contribution to Kuwaitan. Logically speaking, I should reward you greatly. But unfortunately, news of the Terry Jones family's brutal experiments is everywhere now." Avic said softly. "I can agree to your previous request. In addition, as a reward, I will personally give you the cultivation inheritance of Storm Black Dove. I hope you won't dislike it."

"Storm Black Dove!?" Garen was shocked. This is the name of the third-type totem. He has also heard of this third-type totem. The third-type totem that can bring storms is one of the rare three-type totems that do not evolve based on their size. The three types of totems of the Lord can bring powerful tornadoes with amazing power. This kind of inheritance is extremely precious even for the royal family with many inheritances.

This set of inheritance can be relied upon to re-establish a stronger Terry Jones family.

Garen couldn't help but marvel at Avic's generosity.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Okay, it's almost time. There is a masquerade ball held at the palace. If you are interested in participating, you can go to the etiquette officer to choose a mask. I will go change my clothes first." Avic said with a smile.