After sitting quietly on the bed for a while, Garen rolled over and got out of bed, quickly changed his clothes, took out a set of white casual clothes with silver trims from the closet, and put them on.
His gaze once again fell on the attribute bar below his field of vision.
The attributes are still the same, nothing different.
He hesitated for a moment, seeing that there were more than ten potential points left, but he still didn't use them to restore himself in advance.
"We haven't found a new source of energy now, so we can only save potential points as much as possible."
Potential points are all absorbed from doom antiques, and this world doesn't know if there are doom antiques. Even if it exists, more than ten points of potential value is a great wealth, and it cannot be used indiscriminately.
He tidied up his clothes. Gallen was usually a very clean and beautiful person, his body was neatly organized, and he also liked to use various perfumes.
Garen frowned and looked down at the desk. On it was the unfinished diary from last night. It is full of praise and admiration for that rose.
He walked over and flipped through it casually, and there was almost no real content on it.
Gently closing the notebook, he walked to the full-length mirror, picked up the comb hanging by the mirror and began to comb his hair, tidying it neatly and beautifully, just like the usual Ahishia. Then he frowned and picked up a bottle of commonly used perfume and sprayed it on his body.
"A man still uses perfume!?" He put down the perfume bottle with a little displeasure.
After checking one side in the mirror, he closed his eyes to make sure that there was nothing missing, and then Garen opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.
Follow the light yellow wooden corridor and go down the spiral staircase to the first floor.
In the hall, the two maids were tidying up and cleaning the room. When they saw Garen coming down, they put down their things and silently bowed to him, then went on with their own business.
Garen glanced at the two maids. They were both over forty years old and not pretty, but they were quick in their hands and feet, and they were good at doing things.
He walked through the hall on the first floor and walked out of the small building.
Outside are pieces of blue lawn, like pieces of emerald jade, which look extremely pure in the sun. A few sparse gray trees are dotted among them, and the leaves are rustled by the breeze, and a few green and yellow leaves fall from time to time.
There are also a few men and women wearing gray long-sleeved trousers on the lawn, trimming some marginal grass on top.
Garen looked up at the sky, the sun had just come out, it was still early, and he hadn't heard the morning bell at seven o'clock, so he decided to take a walk around the whole manor first to familiarize himself with the environment.
Along the lawn, he began to walk slowly among the small buildings. The small white buildings are long and short, and have different functions. Some are for living, some are for storage, and there are various functions such as collection and reception.
It took Garen twenty minutes, from slow to fast, to quickly walk around the entire manor.
The only feeling he felt in the whole manor was deserted.
There are too few people. There are only a dozen people living in a manor that is big enough to accommodate fifty or sixty people, and servants, gardeners, grooms, etc. are also added.
Many places can't be taken care of, and the ground is full of weeds. A few small buildings even looked dusty, and the paint on them was chipped here and there, and it looked like no one had visited them for some years.
Less than one-third of the area of the entire manor is actually used. There are no one in the corners of many places, giving people a quiet and weird feeling.
clang. clang.
The melodious morning bell rang.
Garen looked up at the tallest clock tower, where there was a faint figure ringing the bell.
He turned around and strode towards the main building in the middle.
The morning routine was good to father, and, most importantly, the housekeeper was there too, and she would bring the latest papers out.
Only through newspapers can this Ahishiya identity know the outside situation as quickly as possible.
Garen narrowed his eyes. He needs to confirm as soon as possible whether the history of the pictures he saw while traveling is true.
He walked along the patterned lawn to a small building in the central area. When he walked downstairs, there was a tall middle-aged man standing on the balcony outside the room on the second floor.
The first impression a man gives is majesty. It was a tall man with a black beard. His beard was neatly trimmed, joining his black hair at the temples.
There are also two slender mustaches on the lips, and a pointed beard on the chin.
The beard does not give people a messy and thick feeling, but it makes people feel slender and neat, not too thick at all.
The man was wearing a black coat, standing on the balcony and looking down.
"It's Shia."
"Yes, Dad." Garen quickly lowered his head and answered as he remembered, making a timid look.
"Come on, Du Qian is back, and brought you the Black Duran perfume you wanted." The man was Ahishia's father, Vindman Terry Jones.
This fifty-year-old man, on the surface, is an upper-class nobleman of the Kuwaitan Empire and a professor of many departments at the Royal Academy, but in fact he is a silver lamp master of the Ghost Silver Lantern School. Possesses great personal power.
Garen walked into the small building, and there were two people sitting in the lobby on the first floor, a man and a woman, sitting opposite each other on the sofa.
One of these two men is called Edney and the other is called Maxilan. They are the most loyal right-hand men of Vindman's subordinates, and they are also the two most powerful elites among his many subordinates. Although he is not a silver lamp master, with his extraordinary sword and spear skills, he is a rare master even in the Royal Guard.
Garen glanced at the two of them, and he clearly remembered that in the near future, both of them would die at the hands of Baker's Stone Eye and his party who came to attack. And his father Vindman died prematurely at the hands of an elite member of the Black Sky Society.
And he himself, Vindman's son, was killed by the subordinates of the Black Sky Society while escaping from the manor under the protection of his cousin.
In any case, these two men are absolutely loyal to the Terry Jones family. All their interests and glory are bound to the Terry Jones family, and they are loyal not only to their father Vindman, but to the entire Terry Jones family.
"Sister Edney, brother Maxilan." Garen greeted politely according to the name he remembered.
"Ahiya, are you here so early?" Edney said with a smile.
"Master Viscount is upstairs, and he will be down in a while." Marcilan is a very gentle uncle.
The two of them didn't know Ahiya very well, but because Ahiya was the heir of the next generation of the family, they still treated him seriously as the head of the family and treated him politely. He didn't neglect at all because of Garen's own gambling prodigal actions.
"Where's Sister Du Qian?" Gallon glanced left and right, but didn't see anyone.
"Report the situation to the Viscount from above." Maxilan replied. He wears a rapier at his waist and is dressed in casual white and red clothes.
"oh"
Garen nodded, and sat down on the sofa on one side, and the maid also served him a cup of lemon tea.
He picked it up and took a sip, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a stack of newspapers under the coffee table. He reached for the newspaper, put it on his lap, and began to flip through it.
Marcilan and Edney were chatting quietly, their expressions seemed not very happy, and they looked a little solemn.
Garen ignored them and concentrated on flipping through the newspaper in his hand.
'The dangers of private abortion' at first sight
Garen turned over speechlessly.
'Have you done the maintenance of **? '
With a wooden face, he turned to the front page of the stack of newspapers.
'Green Forest Health News'
He raised his head and saw the smiling faces of Maxilan and Edney, and there was also a faint chuckle from someone who didn't know who it was.
"Well, I just want to read the latest national weekly newspaper, is there something wrong with that?" Garen shrugged helplessly.
"Here." Maxilan took out a somewhat crumpled gray newspaper from his side and handed it to Garen.
After receiving the newspaper, Garen saw a huge headline at first glance: 'Parasu V said he will visit Kuwaitan in the near future'
Below is a line of fine print: 'The leaders of both sides will discuss the unrest in the valley'
"The valley is turbulent?" Garen whispered.
Tania is one of the two most powerful powers in Eastern Continent. It has teamed up with the Kuwaitan Empire to form a stalemate with a superpower in Western Continent.
Garen continued to look down.
Sure enough, it was the Xigu uprising in the picture he saw.
Garen's heart shuddered.
He continued to look through the rest of the content, but found nothing.
Then change another newspaper.
This is the last issue of the National Weekly, and the second article on the front page is about rent protests by small and medium-sized farmers in the country.
Garen immediately understood. He first searched through the major events in the shuttle screen in his memory, and determined the date and place. Then look up the exact date of the location on the newspaper report.
It's exactly the same! !
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Garen erected the newspaper to block himself.
"It seems that what I saw is very likely to be what will happen later."
"If the things in those pictures are true...then what I see is the history of this planet?"
He closed his eyes and recalled the scenes in the picture.
"Garon, when did you learn to care about national affairs?" Vindman's voice suddenly came from behind.
Garen moved the newspaper away, and suddenly found that the two of them had stood up and looked behind him.
He got up and turned around, and saw Vindman wearing a black tuxedo, holding a black top hat in his hand, looking elegant and rigid. Beside him stood a plump and beautiful woman.
Garen bowed his head quickly.
"Father, are you down? I made an appointment with Jia Xishi, so I'm leaving first."
"Just come and go? Don't you have breakfast together?" Vindman came over and sat down on the sofa, and the woman next to him sat down next to him.
"No." Garen looked down at Vindman's footsteps, slow and steady, like a precision clock, and couldn't help but tremble.
Fortunately, his refusal was the same as that of the usual Garen. The original Garen didn't dare to stay with his father for a moment. This is also in line with his usual image.
"That's all right, you go first, don't come back too late." Vindman replied lightly.
Garen nodded quickly, put down the newspaper, and smiled at Marcilan and Edney, as well as a woman beside his father. Then he hurried out of the small building.
(end of this chapter)