After sitting quietly on the bed for a while, Shia got out of bed, quickly changed her 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, there is no difference.
He hesitated for a moment and 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."
Potential points are all absorbed from antiques of misfortune, and the world does not know whether antiques of misfortune exist. Even if they exist, more than ten potential points are a great wealth and cannot be used indiscriminately.
He tidied his clothes. Shia was usually a very clean and beautiful person. She kept her body neatly arranged and she also liked to use various perfumes.
Shia frowned and looked at the desk. On it lay the diary she had not finished writing last night. It was full of praise and admiration for that Guilis.
He walked over and flipped through it, but there was almost no substance in it.
Gently closing the notebook, he walked to the dressing mirror, picked up the comb hanging by the mirror and began to comb his hair, arranging it neatly and beautifully, just like Ahasia in normal times. Then he frowned and picked up a bottle of commonly used
I sprayed perfume on my 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 go down the spiral staircase to the first floor.
Two maids in the hall were tidying up and cleaning the room. When they saw Shia coming down, they put down their things, silently curtsied to him, and then continued to do their own thing.
Shia glanced at the two maids. They were both over forty years old and not pretty either. They were just very quick with their hands and feet and were good at 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 are dotted among them, and the leaves rustle in the breeze.
From time to time, a few green and yellow leaves fall.
There are several men and women wearing gray long sleeves and trousers on the lawn, mowing some edge grass on it.
Shia looked up at the horizon. 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 to 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 housing, some were used for storage, and they also had various functions such as collection and reception.
Shia spent twenty minutes, from slow to fast, quickly walking around the entire manor.
The only feeling the entire manor gave him was that of desertedness.
There were too few people. In such a large manor that could accommodate fifty or sixty people, there were actually only a dozen people living there, plus servants, gardeners, grooms, etc.
Many places cannot be taken care of and the ground is covered with weeds. Some small buildings even look dusty, with pieces of paint peeling off here and there. It looks like no one has been there for some years.
Less than one-third of the entire manor is actually used. Many corners are deserted, giving people a quiet and eerie feeling.
clang.
clang
The melodious morning bell rang.
Shia looked up at the tallest bell 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 Ahashia understand the situation outside as quickly as possible.
Shia 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 went downstairs, there was a tall middle-aged man standing on the balcony of the room on the second floor.
The first impression the man gives people is that of majesty. He is a tall man with a black beard all over his face. His beard is neatly trimmed and connected to the 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, but makes people feel slender and neat, not thick and messy at all.
The man was wearing a black coat and stood on the balcony looking down.
"It's Shia."
"Yes, Dad." Shia quickly lowered her head and replied as she looked in her memory, looking slightly cowed.
"Come up, Du Qian is back too, bringing you the Black Duran perfume you asked for." The man was none other than 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. He possesses strong personal strength.
Shia 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 Edney and the other Marcelan, are Vindman's most loyal right-hand men and the two most powerful elites among his many men. Although they are not silver lantern masters, they have borrowed swordsmanship and spears from others.
This skill is rare even among the Royal Guards.
Garen glanced at the two people, and he clearly remembered that in the near future, both of them would die at the hands of Baker Stone Eyes and his group who came to invade. And his father Vindman died early in the Black Sky Society.
In the hands of elite members.
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.
In any case, 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 not only to their father Vindman, but also to the entire Terry Jones family.
family.
"Sister Edney, brother Marsilan." Shia greeted politely according to the names in her memory.
"Ahasia, you came 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 to the family, they still treated him seriously as the head of the family and treated him politely. They were not at all offended by Ahashia's own gambling behavior.
Neglect.
"Where's Sister Du Qi?" Shia glanced around and saw no one.
"Report the situation to the Viscount above." Marsilan replied. He wore a thin sword around his waist and wore casual and relaxed white and red clothes.
"oh"
Shia 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. From the corner of his eye, he immediately saw a stack of newspapers placed under the coffee table. He reached out and took out the newspapers, put them on his knees, and began to read at will.
Marceline and Adoni were chatting quietly on the side, and their expressions seemed unhappy and a little solemn.
Shia ignored them and focused on flipping through the newspaper in her hand.
The first thing I saw was ‘the dangers of private abortion,
Shia turned over it speechlessly.
‘Have you taken good care of your breasts?
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 faces of Marceline and Adni who couldn't help but smile, and there was also a faint chuckle from someone unknown in his ears.
"Okay, I just want to read the latest national weekly. Is this wrong?" Shia shrugged helplessly.
"Here." Masilan took out a wrinkled gray newspaper from his side and handed it to Shia.
After receiving the newspaper, Shia saw a huge headline at the first glance: 'His Majesty Impalassu 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?" Shia 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.
Shia continued to look down.
It was indeed the Valley Uprising in the picture he saw.
Shia's heart trembled.
He continued to look through the rest of the content and 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.
Shia suddenly knew something in his mind. He first searched through the major events in the scene in his memory and determined the date and location. Then he looked for the specific location and date in the newspaper report.
It’s actually exactly the same!!
Suppressing the shock in her heart, Shia put up the newspaper to block herself.
"It seems that what I saw is probably 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.
"Xia, when did you learn to care about national affairs?" Vindman's voice suddenly came from behind.
Shia moved the newspaper and immediately found that Masilan and the two had stood up and looked behind her.
He stood up and turned around and saw Vindman wearing a black tuxedo and holding a black top hat in his hand. He looked elegant and rigid. Standing next to him was a beautiful woman with a plump figure.
Shia quickly lowered her 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." Shia looked down at Vindman's steps, which were slow and steady, like a precise clock, and she couldn't help but tremble in her heart.
Fortunately, his refusal was the same as that of Shia, who did not dare to stay with his father for a moment. This is also in line with his usual image.
"Okay, you go ahead and don't come back too late." Vindman replied calmly.
Shia nodded quickly, put down the newspaper, smiled at Marceline and Adni, and the woman next to her father. Then she hurried out of the small building.