After careful consideration, Garen had dinner and asked Lara to ask for an answer from His Majesty the Emperor. Then he 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. All supplies were managed in a unified manner. Everywhere was 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.
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 meditating.
There were carriages in front and behind the car, and inside were all the local nobles who were meeting him. If it weren't for Green Mango Ball, Garen estimated that he, a local lord who had lost power, would never have been able to get an audience with the king.
He sat in the car and thought carefully about the exchange requirements he wanted for this visit. Handing over the green vine ball was something he had thought about early on. Among the three emperors, only the King of Kuwaitan was the most ambitious, and his reputation was also low.
Best, leaving it to him should maximize the benefits.
It's just another matter, how to deal with it is a bit troublesome. The Black Sky Society assassinated the King of Kuwaitan. This operation was successful. Should we 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 proof, would be considered a light offense unless he was charged with slander and sent to death row.
And even if he is successfully exposed, his identity will be exposed and the main force of the Black Sky Society will hunt him down. The royal alliance may not protect him.
As I was thinking about it, the carriage stopped at some point. There was faint music coming from outside, which seemed to be 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 an open air far away.
garden.
There is a row of guards standing on the left side of the corridor. They are all dressed in black armor and look heavy and mighty.
The music Garen heard came faintly from the tall black pointed castle on the left, which was where the palace's side hall was located.
"Let's go." The herald was a tall, handsome young man wearing a white wig, a white undershirt and 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 and followed the man into the corridor.
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.
Go through the corridor and walk to the side of the outdoor garden.
The garden is full of all kinds of flowers, red and yellow, and the most white ones. The white flowers are as huge as basins. A group of girls in luxurious clothes were chatting in the garden about unknown topics, and they were very happy.
A few girls even sat on top of the huge white flower as big as a washbasin without falling to the ground.
When these girls saw the handsome man leading the way, they greeted him one after another and 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 inferior. He was directly ignored by these girls.
Compared to the bright and conspicuous clothes on the man, his gray robe is obviously inconspicuous.
Through the garden, there is another long corridor.
I don’t know how far I walked, but I finally arrived in front of 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 simple order and turned around to leave.
Garen didn't take it seriously. 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 pure 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. He had a black beard that stretched around his chin and connected to his temples. It was unclear whether it was a beard or hair. He had a small back but was very awkward when walking.
Steady, just looking at his appearance, he is neither handsome nor majestic. He is just like a passerby you meet 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. It was a picture of Avic standing on the palace balcony 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 bowed and bowed outside the door, then carefully closed the door.
Garen then sat down quietly, sitting on Avic's right hand.
"Your trust in the royal family, your trust in Kuwait, is your trust in me, Avik. When I heard about Viscount Vindman's experience, I felt sad and angry. Your father sacrificed a lot for his research career.
He spent a lot of effort and time, but his 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 was not
A totem master is 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 for your Majesty's permission to go to the pharmacy to select several kinds of materials.
Medicines are on standby.”
"Are you still a totem master?" Avic suddenly asked.
"Yes." Although Garen was shocked 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.
"Secret agency?"
"Yes, although our force in Cowaitan is not strong, or even very weak, it is not difficult to get you to join it. Inside, the pharmacy and various technologies that you are interested in... I heard that you have
When you arrive at the royal capital, you stay in your own manor and don’t go anywhere? There are 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 was among them.
The power of each one is 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 Zenia's territory and are difficult to penetrate. You also know that the three major agencies are the nobles of various countries.
Representatives 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." Aiweike 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. It stands to reason that I should reward you greatly. But unfortunately, news of the Terry Jones family's brutal experiments is everywhere now." Avic said softly. "You previously said
I can agree to your request. In addition, as a reward, I will personally give you the cultivation inheritance of Storm Black Dove. I hope you will not 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 clothes first." Aiweike said with a smile.