Garon dressed neatly and followed the herald directly to the palace to meet with His Majesty the Emperor.
It was the same study room as last time. Avic sat quietly on the bench with a leisurely expression. When he saw Galen coming in, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.
Standing up, he came forward and held Gallon's hand affectionately.
"Sir Terry Jones, you are finally back. This time you have greatly improved our Kuwaitan royal family's reputation." The joy on Avic's face was obviously not fake. Even the title he used was raised to a higher level.
"Your Majesty said something stern, this is what I should do." Garen replied humbly.
The two sat down together on the two golden chairs in front of the window.
"It just so happens that I will be holding a trust ceremony in a few days. You can also participate in it when you come back. I didn't expect that you would become a Type 4 strongman, which is rare in our country. It just so happens that I will know about your return.
We have also notified several other totem masters of the same level. Compared to ordinary people like me, you advanced totem masters must have a lot more topics in common." The smile on Aivik's face was very gentle, maybe
He knew that one of his princesses was killed by Garen. Maybe he didn't know, but he didn't seem to care.
Garen just smiled politely and listened as he continued.
"The Shenyun of Black Sky Society, I have heard of his reputation. He is indeed very famous. It is somewhat similar to your experience. Our Minister of Defense of Kuwaitan, Vesga, also fought against Shenyun. I
He has also called, so you can communicate with each other." Avic said gently, "You are all great talents in the country, and Cowaitan needs your full support to stand firmer, gain a deeper foothold, and develop and grow in the long run.
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"Your Majesty, thank you." Garen lowered his head to express his humility.
Avic shook his head slightly, seeming a little helpless at Garen's humility.
"Forget it, I'm calling you here this time mainly for two things. I hope I can get your help."
"Your Majesty, please speak." Garen nodded.
"First, Sir Terry Jones, you have risen to the level of Type 4. According to national standards, every Type 4 will be awarded the title of earl and a new hereditary territory. This is the first thing.
The second is my personal request, I hope you can observe the ceremony when I hold it."
"Of course, I will be there." Garen nodded. "Besides, the first thing was originally a reward for me, how can it be regarded as help?"
Avic smiled and was about to explain when suddenly there was a loud shout from outside.
‘The Minister of Defense has arrived~~~’
The two of them looked at the study door at the same time.
The door was slowly knocked twice and then pushed open. A serious old man with white hair walked in.
The old man was wearing a light golden robe that looked a little loose, with a golden pocket watch hanging on his chest and a black wooden cane in his hand.
As soon as he came in, he saw Garen sitting humbly in front of Avic.
"Your Majesty, it seems that this person is the newly promoted Type 4 Garen?" His voice was very steady and rich, sounding with an undoubted aura.
Garen stood up and looked at the old man carefully.
The other party is like one of those old academics in the academy. He is meticulous, his body is not messy at all, and even the smallest details are not missed. It can be seen that this is a very serious and old-fashioned old man.
But the most eye-catching thing was not his appearance. It was the white shimmer that constantly lingered around the old man.
It was an almost liquefied totem light! Just by looking at it with the naked eye, one could feel that the aura that filled the old man's body was like an abyss and sea.
Garen faintly smelled the smell of sea water from the opponent. Obviously, the opponent's core totem should be of the water type.
"I've met Mr. Vesga." Garen politely saluted him slightly.
Vesga returned the favor.
At this moment, a blue light flashed on the back of Vesga's right hand.
An invisible force field crashed into Garen. The force field was invisible and colorless, and there was no air flow in the air. It seemed as if it appeared in front of Garen in an instant and crashed towards him.
This force is not very powerful, but it has an unstoppable and invincible flavor.
For an instant, Garen seemed to hear the sound of sea water coming to his ears, and a large blue water wave seemed to appear in front of his eyes, rushing toward him overwhelmingly.
He suddenly saw the blue-black vortex rippling slightly behind Vesga.
It was an extremely deep whirlpool, like an invisible vortex rotating slowly in the depths of the ocean. It was slow and huge, and it seemed that everything would be swallowed up by it.
Garen smiled slightly, and the red shadow of the nine-headed demonic dragon suddenly appeared behind him.
roar!!!
An invisible force field also rushed towards the opponent.
boom!!
There was no real collision sound, but the collision of the two force fields made a loud noise in everyone's hearts.
This is a pure confrontation of totem power. Without totem conversion, totem power is just the power of nothingness and will not have any impact on matter. Only when it is converted into totem light or used to drive totem can it affect the material world.
, a bit like the mental power Galen mentioned in his previous life.
The power of Garen's totem is not strong, but after being transformed and fed back by the nine-headed demon dragon's totem light, it is now not something that ordinary totem masters can resist.
At this point the two forces collide.
The light between the two people was slightly distorted. It seemed as if there was an extra layer of colorless and invisible crystal wall.
The light was only distorted for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.
A trace of blush flashed across Garen's face. It was a moment of discomfort caused by an excessive mental shock.
Vesga's face remained expressionless, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Sure enough, it's the fourth type! And it's the pinnacle level." Vesga nodded, "I now believe you are qualified to escape from Shen Yun."
"The empire is indeed full of strong men." Garen remained calm and adjusted his body.
The Minister of Defense is one of the three most powerful people in Cowaitan. Apart from the two Grand Dukes, he is his most powerful and loyal royalist. Garen originally thought that his nine-headed demon dragon could compete with the other four peaks.
There won't be any big problem.
It does seem to be a bit troublesome now. No wonder Shenyun would give that evaluation.
In the confrontation just now, the opponent was actually slightly inferior. The defense minister's totem was actually a huge ocean whirlpool. I really don't know how he made it. Even the nine-headed demon dragon was much worse.
However, the totem cannot defeat him, but Garen is not very worried. His strongest thing is his body, not the totem. The totem is just an auxiliary to his body.
The ceremony for being promoted to earl was very simple. It only required Avic to handwrite an edict and then hand over the prepared seal and documents to Garen.
The situation in the imperial capital is complicated now, and Avic is obviously not in the mood to hold a formal investiture ceremony. That kind of thing is dispensable. The real benefits are the most important thing.
Then comes the division of territory.
What Avic gave Garen was a territory far away from the royal capital, about the size of a province. It was a broad grassland highland called Patos, which means the place of birth. It was originally the empire
A farm for grazing, but now a large number of livestock have died and mutated, and the number of livestock that can be grazed has been greatly reduced. A large area of Patos has been vacant and uninhabited. It happened that all of them were given Galleons by Avic.
After coming out of the palace, Garen carefully considered Aiweike's intention.
Calling the Minister of Defense over and trying it out with him was obviously a warning, asking him to restrain himself in the future. It was not that there were no people in the imperial capital who could control him, it was just that he turned a blind eye. But too much
If it's too much, it's bad.
The fertile Patos prairie is obviously the sweet dates after beating.
Carefully recalling the strength of Minister of Defense Vesga, Gallon made a rough estimate in his mind. Although he didn't know how much strength the other party contributed, if he only relied on the aura just now, he could deduce it.
The opponent's totem is indeed stronger than the Nine-Headed Dragon. If you fight purely with totems, you will definitely be at a disadvantage.
Moreover, the opponent definitely has a secret treasure in his hand. The three strong pillars of the empire all have a top-notch secret treasure in their hands.
If you really want to confront the opponent.
Garen estimated that he was no match for him without using his true form. And the other party also had an obviously powerful trump card. If it were to be a life-and-death showdown, the outcome would be unknown.
After leaving the palace, he went directly to the Secret Agency Headquarters.
Along the way, the streets near the Imperial Palace became much cleaner, and many civilian businessmen decorated the streets with lights and colors, as if they were celebrating something.
A newlywed couple stood on a tall wooden carriage, with two giant white eagles pulling two reins in front, flapping their wings and dragging the carriage forward.
Surrounded by two rows of protective guards, there were many children carrying flower baskets and scattering rose petals.
The wooden carriage passed by Gallon's left side, and Gallon could even see the happy smiles on the faces of the newlyweds.
"Is it a wedding?" Garen suddenly wondered.
"Yes, sir." Coachman Josephine immediately replied, "Those two are the son and wife of Viscount Lelia. Viscount Lelia often helps civilians and small businessmen, and has a good reputation in this neighborhood, so everyone is sincere
Bless them."
"Viscount Lelia?" Garen recalled carefully, but he had never heard of this name. He was obviously just a minor figure in the imperial capital.
The noise from the crowd outside the carriage was endless, getting louder and louder.
Garen lowered the curtains.
"The wedding is really pitiful. This will be your last happiness." He closed his eyes. Soon, the entire empire will be in turmoil, and all peace and stability will be quietly gone.
To prevent this assassination, the biggest key lies in Princess Dilusi. How to expose her conspiracy and convince Aiweike is a difficult problem.
Because of the princess' status as a double agent, it becomes extremely difficult to convince Avic that the princess is rebellious.
Black Sky Society's plan was almost seamless.
Garen also had too little information. After thinking about it all the time, he didn't even have a clue.
Di Lusi is extremely low-key now. Judging from the rumors, she has no contact with the outside world at all, but only stays in the palace to prepare for the trust ceremony.
But entering the palace this time, Garen was still hesitating in his heart whether to save Aiweike or not.
The key to the collapse of Cowaitan was not the death of Avic, but the fact that no one could concentrate power and take control of the overall situation after his death.
It was too difficult to prevent the assassination, but after the Black Sky Society withdrew, it became much easier to help the empire centralize power.
To be honest, Garen didn't want to get involved in this turmoil. The sensory impression Ivic gave him was not a good one, at least not to the point of risking his life for him.
Moreover, the three major organs are the foundation of the royal family. If the three major organs are not in chaos, everything will gradually return to order.
As long as the original secret treasure is not taken away, the empire will eventually return to peace.
If his guess is correct, the Black Sky Society's real purpose should be to seize the original secret treasure, the Sisirting. It is also the legendary absolute asylum.
After thinking all the way, the carriage arrived at the Secret Service Headquarters, Wellsburg without even realizing it.
The stone gray castle still stands quietly among the green grass.
When Gallon got off the bus, several men and women in black skirts and armor were walking out of the castle, with blue marks hanging on their chests.
"Blue team?" Garen recognized the meaning of their marks at a glance.
From bottom to top, the groups of the secret agency are divided into nine colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and silver. The higher they go, the more powerful they are. Blue is the fourth-ranked color. It is also the top strong group in the General Administration. (To be continued.
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