It was just a simple morning greeting, but Shia, who had a huge and complex experience of galleons, smelled a strong smell of blood from Vindman, and the viscount professor also emanated an extremely sophisticated smell.
Rigorous temperament.
After leaving the small building, Shia walked on the lawn in the sunshine, and her whole body was warmed by the sun.
He went directly to the gate of the manor and asked the coachman to pull out his car for him - a two-person white carriage with silver trim.
After getting into the carriage, he ordered the driver to move along the only lane. He sat in the carriage and looked at the surrounding environment passing by.
At his request, the carriage made a full circle around the manor, finally becoming familiar with the surrounding environment.
Terry Jones Manor is surrounded by green mountains and forests on three sides. Only one side is a small lake. The driveway extends down from the woods to a small town called Jinghu Town. It is the town of Terry Jones' family, but it is also ten miles away.
It takes many kilometers to get there.
Shia made the carriage circle twice in a row, and thoroughly memorized some of the main terrain before stopping the carriage, getting out of the carriage and walking towards the woods alone. The driver did not stop him, as the surrounding area was all family territory, and family guards patrolled it from time to time.
, it is considered to be a tightly guarded area.
Walking along the edge of the small lake, Shia soon came to a dense black leaf forest.
The dark woods also look a little dark and damp even on a sunny day.
Some pigeons raised by the manor were constantly flying around on the lake, some were white and some were gray. A group of black swans were gracefully cruising slowly on the lake, lowering their heads to comb their feathers from time to time.
Shia observed the surroundings little by little according to the position of the picture she saw while traveling, and slowly moved closer to the position in her memory.
Gradually, he walked to the edge of the family patrol area. From a distance, he saw a gray-and-white sentry tower with a steeple in the woods. On the tower was a black swan flag with a white background and silver edges. That was the flag of the Terry Jones family.
There are two sentries in gray and white clothes guarding the sentry tower, one is drinking and the other is hanging clothes.
Shia avoided the sentry tower and tried her best not to be discovered. She walked around in the forest and finally came to an open space where a tombstone was.
The open space is circular and seems to have been specially sorted out by someone. It is also surrounded by a small circle of wooden fences, but the fences have been rotted away in many places.
Shia compared the scenes in her memory. The two silver lantern masters were fighting here.
He carefully checked the traces around the ground, and there was no sign of a fight.
"Obviously the time has not come yet." He walked to the tombstone and looked at the name on it: Hill.
Clinton.
Fina Angie.
This area was recently included in the family patrol area. It used to be a wasteland, and no one expected that there was a dilapidated tomb here.
Quietly following the original route, Shia returned to the original family patrol area and remembered this location firmly.
"This tombstone in the picture is the trigger between the two silver lantern masters. But this has nothing to do with me. The point is that I must get information about the specific strength of the silver lantern masters."
Shia thought carefully on the way back.
He has been practicing secret martial arts for nearly three years. Although he can only reach the highest level with the help of supernatural powers, he has also put in a lot of hard work. From an ordinary person who knows nothing, he has grown up to someone who dares to risk life and death head-on.
A master who fights against a large number of opponents.
The self-encouragement, dedication, and persistence involved cannot be ignored.
The height that the secret weapon can reach has already reached its limit in the battle between Smoke Island and Xianflan. But judging from the scene when the shuttle came, the strength of the Silver Lantern Master is obviously more fantastic.
They seem to be able to control all kinds of forces and engage in desperate confrontations, and their power seems to be much stronger than that of Miwu.
What Shia wants to know most right now is who is more powerful between Miwu and Silver Lantern Master.
When everything was ready, he went directly back to the manor and returned to his room alone, and began to exercise according to the basic breathing method of the God's Statue Kung Fu in order to regain his strength as quickly as possible. At the same time, he had to wait slowly for the battle time in his memory.
Return to the step-by-step life of the manor, read books and newspapers every day, take care of Ahashia's favorite purple rose garden, and then go out regularly in the afternoon to the edge of the tombstone field to see how the situation is from a distance.
The rest of the time, Shia mainly spends on exercising her body. The recovery of the idol skill cannot be completed overnight and requires continuous stimulation of the body for a long time. The combination of exercise and the recovery of her own superpowers...
You can obviously feel that the speed is much faster.
He waited silently, the Silver Lantern Master battle in his memory was just in these few days.
Amidst the clatter of forks and knives, Shia and Vindman sat opposite each other, quietly eating the dinner in front of them.
The dim afternoon sun shines in from the left window and falls on the ground on the left side of the rectangular white dining table.
On the table were turkey, ham, roast goose, squirrel soup, and onion and tomato soup.
The two of them ate in silence without saying a word.
Vindman raised his head and glanced at his son. This son, who had never been very obedient, seemed to have suddenly become more obedient in recent times. He usually wasn't going out to gamble, but to chase after Guilis. Unexpectedly, he suddenly became calmer in the past few days.
"When Sophie left yesterday, why didn't you come out to see her off?" he asked, "Don't be so rude next time. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Dad." Shia replied in a low voice and nodded in agreement. In fact, he didn't expect it at the moment and forgot about it. He had been paying close attention to the movements of the cemetery these days, and he didn't even know when Sophie left.
"You did something wrong about the Astronomical Secret Order. Don't think that I won't know if you don't tell me. But since you have already given it away, there is no need to take it back, so as not to make other families look down upon you. I just want to feel sorry for you.
Sister Sophie." Vindman closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment, "In this regard, I will compensate her as appropriate. There will be no second time."
"Yes, Dad." Shia nodded honestly.
This was the original way Ahashia and Vindman got along.
No matter what Ahashia did wrong, Vindman acted tepidly, not worried or surprised at all. He just took the matter off lightly and solved it directly. For Ahashia, that was
Too good to say anything.
But for some reason, Shia was afraid of this father. She didn't know why.
Vindman finished the soup in the bowl, wiped his lips with Bai Sijuan, and then stood up.
"Okay, you eat slowly. I will go to the college to attend a symposium in the afternoon and won't be back until very late. You stay in the manor and don't go out. There may be danger at night, so be careful."
"I know." Shia nodded quickly in agreement.
Could there be dangers at night? What dangers?
He suddenly had a vague association in his mind. Vindman rarely said this to Ahashia before. As a silver lantern master, he said it was dangerous. Obviously, he might know something.
Could it be that something happened in the world of silver lantern masters?
Guesses kept flashing through Shia's mind.
In the past few days, he has maintained Ahashia's original behavior and life, and tried to minimize interactions with people who are familiar with him. For example, some of Ahashia's former friends. Yesterday, he sent a message
The invitation was for a dance, but he declined it.
Living in seclusion like this is to try to make my personality as subtle and changeable as possible, making it appear inconspicuous.
After all, no matter how he disguises himself, there is still a big personality difference between Garen and the original Ahashia.
Sitting in his seat, he watched his father Vindman get up and leave the restaurant.
Shia speeded up, cleared the food on the plate in a few strokes, wiped his mouth and stood up. The servant next to him brought him mouthwash soup, so he simply swung the soup in his mouth a few times and swallowed it.
With the words of going for a walk around the small lake, Shia began to walk slowly along the lake under the protection of two escorting guards.
Compared with the soldiers of the previous world, these guards were ordinary, stronger people who wore leather armor and short knives. Only patrol captains were qualified to wear revolvers.
Even with Shia's current weak body, she could kill these two people in two or two attacks. Even if they were trained in the so-called Royal Special Guards, the result would be the same.
I randomly found an excuse to get rid of the two guards. Anyway, there were family patrols and sentry towers around, so there was nothing to worry about.
Shia came to the far side of the tombstone alone.
Vindman's words today made him feel that maybe that battle should happen today.
Moreover, the battle in my memory also happened during this time period, so it just happened to match.
He squatted in the grass and concentrated his energy and blood according to Mi Wu's breathing method. His energy and blood, which was not strong in the first place, were quickly and completely restrained by him. In the previous world, after all, he had also learned the Turtle Breath Kung Fu.
While hiding in the grass, Shia carefully observed and listened to everything going on around her.
"If we follow the division method of the world in my previous life, when I was at my final peak, I would have almost reached level B. That is the power level of missiles. The damage caused is enough to be equivalent to a powerful humanoid mobile bomb."
He carefully estimated the progress of his recovery.
"In four days, I just returned to a physical level similar to that of an average adult."
When he was selected as the core disciple of Baiyun Martial Arts School, he already had a strength close to the letter E level, but lacked some actual combat experience. D level is the fighter level, and E level is the strength of Fei Baiyun, senior sister Luoxita and others.
The level is enough to open a martial arts studio and recruit apprentices to teach skills.
With the physical fitness of a normal adult, many moves in the God Statue Skill cannot be used, and only some basic fighting skills and grappling skills can be used. However, coupled with rich fighting experience and the secret method of qi and blood, Shia is confident to face anyone below E level.
Opponents. In other words, those below E level are the strongest.
After all, despite his poor health, he still has the consciousness of a peak warrior and the King of the Century.
"It depends on what level the Silver Lantern Master's fighting style belongs to." Shia lurked and hid more and more, and even his breathing became longer and more subtle. With his rich fighting experience, he could already feel something was wrong around him.