The child's golden wheel cloth only has 20,000 yuan left, which may not be enough to buy this thing.
Garen pondered slightly.
"Then forget it for now, I'll wait until I raise enough money."
Although elemental things are good, it doesn't mean they are the only ones here.
Garen's main concern is that after the assassination begins, the imperial capital will be in chaos. If the war guild is also affected and cannot provide upgraded war shackles, it will be really troublesome.
The old man was also slightly disappointed, but the seller showed it at all. "That's okay. Since the customer doesn't have enough funds, it's okay to wait until later to buy it. We have a stable and long-term supply source of such virtual medals, and I believe we won't let you down."
"
"Oh? Can it be imitated?" Garen's eyes lit up.
The old man smiled and said nothing.
"In that case, let's say goodbye first." Garen thought for a while and then planned to leave.
"I'll send the guests out."
Deep inside the palace
Di Lusi was wearing a dark red slim-fitting dress, sitting quietly on the princess's seat, holding her chin in one hand, her eyes blurred and she didn't know what she was thinking.
The hall was dark, there was no lamp, only a black shadow faintly flowing in the corner.
The cold moonlight came in from outside the door and fell on the ground in the middle of the hall.
"How is the situation?" Di Lusi's lips moved slightly, but her voice was whispered into the shadows in the corner.
"The Minister of Defense is fixing loopholes in the Air Defense Bureau and will not be back before tomorrow morning. Something happened to the disciple of Captain Aydin and he went to deal with it. Now that person is the only one left next to Aivik." A high-pitched voice
It came from a dark corner.
"Are everything ready?" Di Lusi said calmly.
"Everything is fine. As long as you succeed, all exit routes will be completely activated. You will be able to evacuate the royal capital within five minutes."
Di Lusi nodded.
"Where are the three generals of Vesga's Tooth Dragon?"
"Went with the Minister of Defense."
"That is to say, except for the defensive forces of the three major agencies on the periphery, there are no top totem masters at the core of the palace anymore?"
"That's natural."
"That's good." Di Lusi nodded with satisfaction.
Looking at the moon-white halo on the ground, Vesga's old-fashioned and serious face faintly flashed in her eyes.
"Vesga, we have been fighting for so long. This time, I want to see how you want to end it." A proud smile appeared at the corner of her mouth involuntarily.
Garen walked out of the guild with the child. The more he thought about it, the more likely he was to assassinate him. He didn't care about anything else. He didn't even have time to wait for Angel at the guild, so he went straight to the palace area.
There are many experts gathered in the entire royal capital, but there are at most only a few people who can be stronger than him.
This was so that as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the palace, he was stopped by several elite guards.
These people were obviously waiting for him on a special trip.
"It's so late. I wonder why Viscount Garonne came to the palace?" The team was led by a man covered in white armor. His face was even wrapped in a white helmet. His voice was dull. Through the gap in the helmet, you could see
A pair of sparkling eyes.
Garen stood in front of the entrance to the palace. Behind him was the audience area that only nobles could enter. There were almost no outsiders, and they were all guarded and cleared by guards.
He glanced at the white-armored guard in front of him with a slight smile on his face.
"His Majesty once promised me a set of Storm Black Dove totem inheritance, but unfortunately I never had time to go to the palace warehouse to get it. Today I suddenly remembered it, so I came over to get it back."
"Storm Black Dove?" A trace of envy flashed in the guard captain's eyes. He had also heard of this reward. It is one of the few generous rewards His Majesty has given to the totem inheritance in recent years. "So that's the case, so please forgive me for waiting.
Offended."
"It doesn't matter." Garen nodded. He turned back and looked at the child. "Are you coming with me, or?"
Before the child came, Galleon had already warned him that this time might be a bit dangerous. If Galleon said there was danger in his tone, it might be a huge crisis for him. So he shook his head without any show of bravery.
"I'll wait for you outside."
"No, just go back to the agency headquarters and wait for news from me." Garen smiled and whispered.
Although the child didn't know why he arranged it like this, he still nodded seriously and turned around and left without hesitation.
Garen looked around.
It is surrounded by tall black and gray stone buildings, and the stone walls of the palace wrap it up, forming a small square in a depression.
Rows of white-armored guards stood on both sides of the square.
But for some reason, when Garen looked at these guards, he always felt that the situation was a little different than usual.
But I can't say exactly what the difference is.
Under the leadership of the white-armored guards, he walked directly in from the main entrance of the palace.
Passing through black corridors and passing two black stone halls, you can see that the guards in the halls are also much sparser.
They didn't go far when they saw a black heavy-armored swordsman running towards him from behind with heavy footsteps.
"Your Majesty, Viscount Garonne, your Majesty is watching a strength match at the Haibo Palace. Please come and visit with us."
"Strength competition?" Garen was slightly startled, knowing what kind of competition this was.
There is not much entertainment inside the palace, and Avic is an extremely martial emperor, so he created an internal ranking competition. All ministers and family members, including children of the royal family, must participate in this internal competition to qualify for the Kuwait Confession Silver Palace.
Top one hundred.
Of course, this ranking does not include actual combat experience, it is just a competition. It is similar to sports activities. Those who enter the top 100 will be awarded the title of Silver Palace Silver Wing Master.
Garen did not expect that tonight, instead of holding a ceremony in advance, an internal Silver Palace qualifying match would be held.
"It just so happens that I haven't seen the Silver Palace game either." Garen agreed happily.
Along with the black-armored guards, Garen turned and walked towards the other passage.
After passing through an open-air corridor, a spacious and huge white stone square suddenly appeared in front of you.
In the middle of the square, a square high platform was built, on which two giant beasts were colliding crazily, one bear and one tiger, one in black and one in gold.
The two giant beasts roared wildly. The black bear was extremely fast, but the golden tiger was in decline. From time to time, he wanted to light up a golden halo in his mouth, but was always interrupted by the black bear's palm.
Two young men in rich attire stood behind the two totem beasts, one with a proud face and the other with a pale face. It was obvious that the winner was about to be decided.
The high platform was surrounded by a circle of black-armored guards, and a group of people in white clothing surrounded Aivik and sat on another platform parallel to the high platform, watching the competition on the stage from a distance.
Most of Avic's surroundings were aristocratic children and royal princes dressed in white. But the ones closest to him were princesses wearing white lace dresses.
The youngest princess was sitting on Avic's lap, being gently held in his arms, looking attentively at the competition on the high platform.
There were also several people wearing clothes of different colors, also in aristocratic style. They were obviously from outside the royal family like Garen.
These people are all young and look extremely childish.
"Viscount Terry Jones is here!"
A maid shouted loudly.
Most of the people watching the battle immediately turned their heads and looked in the direction Garen was walking from.
Most of the royal family members had a look of curiosity and fear in their eyes. A few young men were even more jealous.
"Haha, Galleons are here!" Avic stood up and waved to Galleons. "It just so happens that the Silver Palace qualifying competition started not long ago, you want to try too?"
"There are many masters in the Silver Palace, but I am afraid that I am not strong enough." Garen responded humbly. Under the leadership of the maid, he actually walked to sit next to Aiweike.
"You are too humble." Aiweike patted Gallon on the shoulder to show his affection. "You may as well come and accompany me to see the strength of the young people running for Silver Palace this year. You can also be the judge.
, give a rating.”
"score?"
There were four princes and six princesses around. Although the eldest princess was not there, the second princess and the fourth princess, two equally popular princesses, were also there. At this time, I heard that Garen was among the candidates for evaluation. Suddenly
The face changes color slightly.
To be able to serve as a judge of ratings, then at least the strength must be at the forefront of the entire Silver Palace. At least the top ten.
Garen's record is very strong, but to say that it can rank in the top ten of the entire Silver Palace is unconvincing. You must know that the Silver Palace, driven by Avic, has included the most powerful totems in the entire empire.
The existence of the division can be said to be the pinnacle organization that symbolizes the strength of the entire Kuwaitan people. Being able to rank among the top ten means that it is the nominal top ten in the entire Kuwaitan. This influence is too great.
.
Bang!!
At this time, the winner was decided on the stage. The black bear actually gave birth to a thick black scaled tail, like a crocodile tail, and hit the golden tiger's side hard, beating it until it was dying and unable to resist anymore.
The black bear's totem master was raising his hands in the air and saluting in the direction of Aiweike.
"The new candidate, Sir Lyon, wins!"
"Now the royal family's highest technological achievement is awarded - Silver Wings!" A male guard nearby announced loudly. There were also maids carrying gift plates up to the high platform.
Garen sat down next to Avic, and immediately heard Avic's voice asking him.
"Garen, what do you think of the strength of those two people just now?"
He pondered for a moment.
"Judging from their age, it's already pretty good to have reached the level of Type II elites. I just don't know which family's children actually have such great potential."
"He is just an heir of a small family who has just entered the capital. But since he has potential, he is the elite talent of our Kuwaitan. We will naturally train him well." Avic shook his head, "The next group!"
"Next group!!" the guard passed on his order.
Soon, two more young people wearing different clothes came on stage.
One person was wearing a white wig, and she was a woman. The other person was wearing tight black leather pants with black daggers of unknown purpose tied to them, and she was also a woman.
After the two came on stage, they each saluted. Then they released a white wild boar and a black vulture with red wings.
The two men confronted each other on the high platform.
Garen accompanied Aivik to watch the battle. He was completely uninterested in these second-type totem masters who were just ordinary totem elites.
Compared with Type 1, Type 2 Totem Masters already have certain special abilities, but they are not strong, and there are not many types. The variety is not enough, and the natural viewing ability is not strong enough. Although the Totem Master's spells make up for it, but they can release spells.
There are really too few totem masters.
The game went on one after another, and after six games, a young man who knew how to use magic appeared.
But even so, Garen dozed off watching it.
"Don't worry, the one who comes next has something to do with you, Garen." Avic looked at him with a smile, as if he could see his boredom.
"It has something to do with me?" Garen asked doubtfully.
"Yes, speaking of which, this little guy's grandfather is Earl Baixi. The Hitler family has always had a good relationship with your Terry Jones family." Avic explained.
Gallon immediately recalled that this Earl of Baixi was indeed related to Vindman and was one of the relatives of the Terry Jones family in the imperial capital.
When he first came to the imperial capital, the other party sent an invitation, but he just didn't have time to attend.
After thinking carefully, Garen smiled. Ahashia's mother is the daughter of Earl Baixi. In other words, Earl Baixi is also the grandfather of Garon's body.
"According to the relationship, he should call me cousin."
Avic smiled.
"His name is Renn Xitra, and he is the most promising totem master of this generation in the Xitra family. As the same generation, you two should be very close to each other."
"Of course." Garen smiled slightly.
Soon, Renshitra came on stage. He was a handsome man with the same blond hair. He was only twenty years old and had rare purple eyes. He was dressed in a slim white warrior uniform and only wore a silver-patterned leather sheath on his right shoulder.
He first saluted His Majesty, and then added a separate salute to Gallon.
Then with a move with one hand, a solid white owl suddenly appeared on his right shoulder. Strangely, this owl's body was flashing with blue electric light from time to time.
Garen suddenly smiled slightly.
It seemed that this little guy was extremely friendly to him. In addition, he was the first person with a good totem after taking the stage so far. I immediately felt a sense of identification with him.
That thunder owl is obviously not an ordinary Type 2 totem.
"It looks good." Garen said calmly.
"How do you judge this game?" Avic glanced at him.
"Is it okay?" Garen was surprised.
"sure."
"Isn't this against the rules, Father?" The fourth princess whispered coquettishly on the side.
She glanced at Galen quickly, her eyes full of deep fear. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)