Garen stroked this suit of armor, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted to a higher level.
The technology of the secret mechanism has actually become so sophisticated. Since there can be such an armor suit, there should also be a stronger armor suit. Carve more powerful solidification spells on the armor to collect the totem power that is usually emitted.
, used when needed.
Garen was slightly surprised. In this way, a totem master with such armor would be much stronger than an ordinary totem master. If he had a set of armor that was powerful enough,
He gathered his thoughts.
He reached out and pulled the cord at the head of the bed.
Jingle bells.
A crisp ringing sound rang, and soon, crisp footsteps came from outside the bedroom door.
A somewhat uneasy Lala soon appeared at the door of the bedroom. When she saw it was Galen, a hint of surprise appeared on her face.
"You're finally out! I've received several letters from you recently. They all urge you to report somewhere. The person who sent the letter has mentioned it many times."
Seeing Garen appear, her face suddenly felt completely relieved, and she seemed to have a backbone.
Garen straightened his collar, walked out of the bedroom, and sat on the wooden sofa in the living room.
"Where's the letter? Let me take a look. Didn't you say it would be reported in two months? Why are you urging me now?"
Lala walked to a vase in the corner of the living room and poured out the envelopes in the vase. They were all rectangular yellow envelopes.
"The person who delivered the letter said that there was an emergency and manpower was urgently needed." Lara stacked all the letters according to time and placed them in front of Garen. Then she stood aside and waited for instructions.
From time to time, he looked at the thick and thick body armor on Garen's body with strange eyes. He also looked at the sleeveless white dress on his own body.
Garen picked up the first letter, opened it and took out the paper.
Unfold the letter paper, there is only a short line of words on the white paper.
‘Due to unexpected circumstances, the reporting date has been advanced. Please add.
Deputy Team Leader Terry Jones will take up his post in Wellsburg as soon as possible.,
The following is the date: May 11, 3568 in the solar calendar.
There is also a red circular seal, and the words on the seal can be faintly seen: secret. It is a secret word, consisting of three letters.
Galen opened the rest of the envelopes, and most of them urged him to take office as soon as possible. The most recent one was from three days ago, on the 14th.
"I don't know what kind of position the deputy leader His Majesty has arranged. But it shouldn't be too bad, and it can't be too good." Garen put down the envelope. "Are there any other letters?"
He looked at Lala.
"Yes, and they are all invitations from noble families and banquet invitations." Lala replied quickly. She ran out again and soon took a stack of invitations from the mailbox at the door, all of which were luxuriously and beautifully made.
Invitation.
Gallon glanced at the signatures above, and only selected the invitations from the Terry Jones family, Count Baixi, and Viscount Langwillie. Then he was about to throw the rest aside.
Suddenly he saw a familiar name, Bai Lan.
Bailan.
Ahiphis.
There is a signature on the dark metal cover, followed by a platinum pattern of two crossed swords.
Garen picked out the envelope, opened it and pulled out the letter paper.
‘My dear friend, dear Ahashia:
Oh no, it should be called Gallon now. Okay, Gallon, how are you doing now? I also heard about the Terry Jones family. You are in a very bad situation now. If you need help, just let me know.
You know the relationship between grandpa, so don't be polite to me.
In addition, Andalu has been sent to me by your cousin. I will arrange everything, don't worry. Marlene is also here with me. She is in a very bad mood. Baron Delt is dead and Mrs. Carlu is missing. I
I also sent people to look for it, but couldn't find it.
The situation in the royal capital is a bit complicated. I told my grandfather about your situation, and he also knew that you handed over that green vine ball to His Majesty and then joined the secret agency. His suggestion was that you might as well go in,
It can just avoid the current complicated situation in the capital. But it is best to keep a low profile. Although you are strong, there are too many strong people in the capital now. Be careful.
Jia Long looked at the last sentence carefully, be careful. Obviously Bai Lan knew a lot more inside information than he did because of his family relationship.
Putting down the envelope, he kneaded the letter paper into countless white powder with both hands, twisted it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can not far away.
He has already memorized the address above.
Bai Lan's grandfather is one of the two most powerful people in the royal capital. Apart from His Majesty, they are the two most powerful people in the capital.
These two people were originally great local nobles, both with the title of Grand Duke. But after the fall of the place, they came to the royal capital with a lot of strength and became the new power dividers. Such a Grand Duke is no better than a city lord like Titan City.
The Duke is the top strength of a big country. He is a great nobleman with a heritage of nearly a thousand years. He has a strong background and amazing strength. There will definitely be no shortage of type three totem masters, otherwise it would be impossible to arrive at the royal capital with a large number of people.
There definitely are spiritual totem masters, and there is probably more than one.
These top nobles form part of the huge power of the entire royal capital. Countless nobles, large and small, form the huge strength of the entire Cowaitan.
As Bai Lan's grandfather, what he said should not be false. After all, the other party had no reason to deceive him.
"It seems that what I revealed at the manor has spread to the royal capital." Garen noticed this. He showed the strength of the third type of spiritual light in the manor, overwhelming the Baker Stone Eyes and the Black Sky Society.
.
This news should have come from Andalu, Cousin Hathaway, and those who fled back to the royal capital. The two old professors, Barr and Bafia, should also be the point of transmission of the news.
"I'll go out for a while. You can prepare dinner by yourselves. You don't have to prepare it for me." Garen thought for a while, stood up and ordered.
"I'll prepare the carriage for you." Lala ran out quickly.
Galen brought the required identification documents and the certificate of appointment issued by His Majesty the Emperor, and packaged them together in a black document.
After walking out of the gate of the manor inside the cliff, a black four-wheeled carriage with very large wheels was parked in the driveway outside. The driver was a middle-aged man with a mustache in a black dress. He took off his hat and saluted Gallon.
"I am Josephine, your new coachman."
Garen nodded and got into the carriage.
"To Wellsburg."
"Okay, please sit tight." The coachman Josephine responded, waving his riding whip and making a sound.
The two sturdy mutated black horses immediately started to work hard. These two horses were brought all the way from the manor by Galen. Their strength and endurance are amazing, and they are considered to be good breeds of mutated horses.
"Your horse is so powerful." The coachman praised, "There are few mutant horses that are so powerful."
"Oh?" Garen smiled. "Aren't all mutant horses excellent?"
"Of course, there are many undesirable mutations that are not mutated creatures. Some horses have mutated and are not as strong as before." The coachman replied with a smile. "It's very easy to be your coachman. It's easy to take care of two horses. Just feed them meat."
I have been in charge for several days and the salary is high, but I don’t go out once for ten days and a half.”
Garen smiled and stopped talking.
The talkative Josephine coachman was still about to say something, but suddenly he remembered some rumors about this master. After hesitating, he decided to keep silent.
As the car drove uphill, horse-drawn carriages passed by from time to time. As they passed by, the faint sound of a woman sobbing could still be heard.
Garen knew clearly that such a situation should not be uncommon. The royal capital is now full of nobles who have fled from various places. Many of them have lost their relatives, parents, children, brothers and sisters during the flight. Almost every family has lost its members.
.There are many people like Vindman who couldn’t even hold a funeral and left no trace of their bodies.
The carriage moved forward quickly, and sparse small buildings gradually appeared on both sides of the white road.
There are many black double- and three-story buildings. People can be seen coming in and out of the door from time to time.
Garen turned sideways and looked out the window. He saw a double-story building passing by with the second-floor window open.
A young girl wearing a white headscarf is playing with a pot of purple flowers on the windowsill.
There was noisy yelling and yelling downstairs, and several men were struggling with each other, pushing and shouting.
The carriage passed by the small building, followed by an empty black cemetery.
The cemetery is full of dense white tombstones. In front of two new tombs, funeral ceremonies are being held. Priests in white robes and family members in black stand together. The wailing sounds of the family members can be clearly heard.
Beyond the cemetery is a cluster of connected three-story buildings, like a large commercial block with densely packed houses.
Most of the shops are closed, but occasionally a few shops are open. There is a long queue at the door. People in shabby clothes line up with expectant faces. In the queue, there are also women holding children, and some young people with sallow faces and skinny muscles.
, there are also white-haired, rickety old men.
When Gallon's carriage passed by, some people in the team looked this way, but then they showed awe and quickly lowered their heads.
Call!!
A few bangs.
Suddenly the carriage braked suddenly.
The coachman Josephine's loud shout came from the front. The carriage shook completely for a few times and stopped.
"Damn it! Which coachman are you from? Didn't you see us coming from the right?!" A arrogant voice came from the front.
"Obviously it was you who rushed here without looking at the road!" Josephine said loudly and dissatisfied.
"You still talk back! A small broken carriage actually dared to ram into Viscount Dunskin's car! Believe it or not."
"Bob! Shut up."
A calm male voice came from the other party's carriage.
The coachman stopped talking immediately, turned around and smiled, then turned back and glared at Josephine fiercely.
Gallon opened the curtain and saw a white carriage opposite also opened the curtain. The man inside looked over. The man looked very gentle and polite, but his eyes were very sharp.
Seeing the black full-body armor on Garen's body, a trace of vigilance and fear flashed in the other's blue eyes.
The two smiled politely at each other, lowered the curtains, and the coachmen on both sides drove their carriages past each other.
Putting down the car curtain, Garen touched the black armor on his body.
"It seems that the skin of this secret agency is very intimidating." He became more and more looking forward to this one of the three legendary agencies. Joining this powerful organization may be able to gain access to some of the deep secrets of this world.