"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 take action 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 became 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, and at the same time, he was 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. What kind of organization did he join or establish later? I just heard about it for a long time."
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 and don'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 is useless. 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 full of patrolling guards in yellow military uniforms. Temporary security fortifications had been set up in corners of some places that were easy to defend and 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, swim and relax.
Suddenly, a guard quickly ran up 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 near the Eight-Armed Dragon King's residence. "Could it be him?"
"Thank you for the notice, please take me to have a look."
"Okay. Please follow me." The guard nodded and turned around, trotting towards the gate of the manor.
Garen followed him neither too fast nor too slowly. One step was equivalent to the distance of two or three steps for a 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 to the point of being almost double their original size. They looked like the arms of an adult man. He was wearing sleeveless gray linen clothes, and his 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 made 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 filled 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 living 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 cracked 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 discover 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 does it mean to be too old!?" The little girl's eyes changed, and she suddenly felt like she had been stabbed in a painful spot. "Don't you understand what it means to respect the old and love the young!? If not, this boy is not suitable to inherit my legacy.
Martial arts! Do you think I would specifically 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 who practices special martial arts." Garen raised his hand to tell all the guards to calm down. "You go out first, and I'll have a good talk with them."
"I'm sorry, we must supervise unknown persons from outside. This is Lieutenant General Lanni's highest order!" A lieutenant walked in 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 all over his body stand up. He unconsciously pressed his hand on the handle of the gun at his waist. His eyes were fixed on the strange little girl.
Garen's eyes shifted and fell on this 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 short distance in the forest, Garen turned around and stopped until no one noticed him.
"Tell me who you are and what your purpose is." 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 reddish-brown shawl hair, and horizontal bangs on his forehead. He wore thick black cotton socks and small red leather boots on his lower body, and his skin was as white as snow.
Crystal clear and tender, with a pair of big burgundy eyes sparkling.
Walking in the woods with thick fallen leaves, she jumped up and down, and her long hair moved 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 probably
Thought there was a problem.
But since Garen became a fighter, he rarely looks at people only by 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 Irudus as your disciple." The little girl Celine stopped talking nonsense and spoke frankly. "Originally, I didn't intend to be exposed, but for the sake of
To be on the safe side, I think it’s 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. 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 this little guy Iludas seems to follow you! He actually followed your instructions and did enough training!"
She also looked like she had a headache at this time.
"I just saw the strength of Ansara. It is rumored that it was the peak of the previous generation. I don't know how strong you are." 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 Gallon quietly, standing there, its eyes seemed to be filled with terrifying blood.
An invisible pressure suddenly fell 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 Qi suppression so easily and did not confront him head-on. He was obviously not an ordinary character. A warrior who could accurately sense the speed and range of Qi suppression was 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 bullied a seven-year-old girl, wow." Celine's face immediately changed, with tears welling up in her eyes.
, then pulled down the clothes on his shoulders, revealing his white jade-like shoulders, and shouted, "Strong!"
Snap!
Garon's face twitched and he rushed over to cover her mouth.