A never-before-seen doubt rose from the bottom of his heart.
It was as if he had lived in chaos for decades, and suddenly he woke up and questioned why he was living like this.
This was the first time Garen felt this way. Before, he had always been on a passive path, constantly knocking down the enemies in front of him until he climbed to the peak of the strongest.
But now, the world suddenly changed, surrounded by beings much stronger than him. I can't catch up for a while, and I don't have the strength and way to move forward for the time being.
It was just during this journey, in such a gap, that Garen suddenly felt this way for the first time.
But this feeling only existed for a while and then disappeared.
Garen shook his head, amused at his sudden emotion.
"I haven't even solved my own danger. What qualifications do I have to think about this problem now?"
Laughing, he returned to thinking about the details of the letter. Combining the pictures he had seen before, he gradually became familiar with some details and information of the silver lamp masters.
The East Continent and the West Continent are the mainstream of the entire planet, and the rest are surrounded by large oceans and glaciers. All the countries on the two continents are under the control of the Silver Lantern Masters, and the current conflict between the Black Sky Society and the Royal Alliance is becoming more and more acute.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Dihua Club, which lacked a large force, took advantage of the opportunity. It has transformed from a simple organization of silver lamp masters to a huge power group comparable to the Black Sky Club.
This is the big picture. In addition to the three-party battle, the most numerous are actually ordinary silver lamp masters.
These huge silver lamp masters are the pillars of the entire silver lamp master world. It's just that two different ideas divide them into two sides. This is a struggle of ideas, not a simple battle.
Garen thoroughly sorted out all the pictures he saw,
Start to carefully collect all the pictures that may happen, related to yourself. Form a time chain arrangement, which is useful when you need to check it at any time.
The convoy stops every once in a while to remove the supplies and replace them with new ones. Then continue on your way.
Walking upstream along the Red River, passing through several small towns one after another. Garen had been looking for an opportunity to leave alone.
Teacher Eining's address is in the Red River Basin, but it is not in the same direction as the motorcade. But Uren and the other two silent knights who protected him would never let him leave alone. This requires finding the right time.
More than ten days later, when a horse thief attacked the convoy, several masters had to do it. Garen took advantage of the chaos and left the convoy.
Leave a message, walk along the Red River alone, and follow the map left by the teacher along the river.
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At the end of the Red River, the small town of Vink.
The small town is located on the edge of a continuous hillside, and the small red flowers all over the mountains are like a sea of flowers, surrounding the whole town. Beautiful, natural fragrance.
In the afternoon, Garen stood on the slope with some dirt on his body, looking at the small town in the distance. The shape of the whole town was similar to two crosses side by side. The number of people is very small, at most a few hundred people.
Compared with other towns along the coast, it is much smaller.
The houses are all dilapidated brown wooden houses mixed with a lot of yellow-brown mud bricks.
The town was surrounded by a circle of stone walls, and there were even many gaps in some places, which seemed to be knocked out by something.
Garen looked at the town quietly, and his right foot slammed.
puff!
A big bright red centipede suddenly emerged from the soil under his feet, rolled a few times in the grass, then curled up into a ball, completely motionless.
"It's really dangerous." Garen murmured. He walked along the road along the Red River most of the time. And very lucky not to encounter thieves and bandits. But these poisonous insects alone have encountered no less than dozens of times in succession. Not counting some wandering wolves, wild dogs. These beasts are a large group.
Especially the wild dogs, there were hundreds of them every time they came, that is, Garen, using his courage to intimidate him, he could completely deter the wild dogs from coming forward. If it were someone else, even if he wasn't afraid, he would still be greatly entangled.
In such a harsh environment, ordinary people would never even think about traveling far without special training. After a short walk, you will be injured or poisoned by various bugs or animals, or you will be delayed, so you can only helplessly find a place for human habitation. Otherwise, after the rations are finished, there is really nothing to do in the wilderness.
"After walking for two days, I finally found this damn place!" Garen took out the map from his pocket and checked it. There was a determined expression on his face.
Putting away the map, he took out another small whistle and was about to stuff it into his mouth and blow it.
Suddenly a strange throb came from the far left.
Garen squatted down reflexively, took a few steps back, and used the slope to hide himself.
On the only trail between the town and the outside world, two black horses galloped towards here from a distance. Immediately there were two men in black cloaks, gorgeously dressed and strong, with crossed silver battle axes on their backs.
From a distance, Garen could feel the powerful aura hidden in Qi's body. In his sense of momentum, the spirit of the two of them was like torches in the dark night, clear and dazzling. It's hard not to pay attention.
"Sergeant class." Garen squinted his eyes and noticed the logo on the cloaks of the two of them. It was a red flying dragon with a long neck, which was the symbol of the royal family of Kuwaitan.
"It's them again." Garen frowned, "These royal alliance masters cast their nets everywhere, and they took care of every small place. What exactly do you want?"
It wasn't the first time he had seen this kind of people along the way. He could occasionally see their shadows in several places, fortresses, small towns, and even villages he passed one after another.
These people seem to be searching and investigating something.
Squatting behind the dirt slope, the two of them left the town in a short while, got on their horses and quickly disappeared down the trail.
One of them seemed to have spotted Garen from a distance, but he didn't take a second look. Just urging his companions to speed up.
Garen stood up and watched the two black horses disappear completely. Then he picked up the silver whistle in his hand and blew vigorously.
There was no sound, only a hiss of air rushing from the other side of the whistle. Like a broken whistle.
But Garen didn't stop at all, and continued blowing vigorously.
Soon, a 'knight' ran out of the town again. It was a beautiful young girl in white, and riding a beardless white goat.
Baa~~~
The white goat ran straight towards Garen.
The girl in white on her back also shouted excitedly.
"Drive! Drive!!"
Garen put down his whistle, watched the girl run up to him, turned over and got off the goat.
"Is it your whistle?" She asked nonchalantly, pointing to the whistle in Garen's hand.
"yes."
"Grandpa Einin asked me to take you there. Let's go." She said loudly, leading the goat.
"good."
Garen didn't hesitate at all, the little girl in front of him was nothing unusual, and her physical fitness was only average. Garen glanced at her hands, the fingers were rough and covered with thick calluses.
"It's not a silver lamp master apprentice either. It should be just an ordinary person."
He followed the girl into the town, most of which were women and children, and occasionally a few men appeared, stretching their waists, as if they had just woken up. Smoke was rising from some houses.
Barking dogs and chickens can be heard in the distance.
The little girl led Garen to a small wooden building at the end of the town.
"Here it is. Are you a student of Grandpa Eining? So young?"
"Yes." Garen nodded with a smile, "My name is Garen, won't you introduce yourself?"
"My name is Kening, and I'm a neighbor who lives next door. I come here occasionally to help grandpa clean up and learn some characters." The girl said generously, "Go in quickly, Grandpa Eining is waiting for you."
"Okay." Garen took out a small wheel cloth copper coin from his pocket, "This is your reward for leading the way." He passed the small wheel cloth over and put it in the little girl's hand.
"You are so generous." Kening's eyes lit up, and he almost snatched the small round cloth copper coin from Garen's hand with one claw. Put it under your nose and sniff it hard. "It really smells like money!"
"Okay, I'll go in first." Garen smiled, ignored the little girl, pushed aside the fence in front of him, and walked into the small wooden building.
After walking a few steps, the door of the small building was slowly opened from the inside, and an old man with snow-white hair and beard was standing quietly at the door. He was wearing a white toga, and his face was covered with criss-cross wrinkles. Only the familiar, scrutinizing gaze was the most familiar feature of Garen.
"Aining..teacher?!!" Garen stopped hesitantly, looked at the white-haired old man at the door, "How could you?!" He recognized from the other party's spirit that the other party was indeed Ai Ning. rather. The silver lamp master who used to be just a middle-aged man.
Einin smiled, very peacefully.
"Come in first, and speak slowly." He turned around and walked into a somewhat dark house.
Garen strode into the house and closed the door behind his back.
The house was dark and damp, with a faint stench of burnt leather.
A beam of light slanted down from the skylight and became the only light in the room.
Eining was sitting on the sofa beside the light, holding a cup of hot water in his hand, taking a sip from time to time. Seeing Garen enter, he pointed to the sofa in front of him.
Garen walked over and sat down, sitting in a very upright posture, his eyes quietly falling on Aining's white hair and beard.
"You have to drink water and pour it yourself." Eining pointed to a dirty thermos bottle in the corner.
"Understood." Garen nodded, "Teacher, I am this time."
"If you have anything to say, just talk about it. Is it about the Black Guards? If it's still this, if you insist on me doing it, then there is no mutual debt between us. You have to understand this." Einin said lightly explain.
"Black Guard?" Garen was slightly taken aback, "What Black Guard?"
"Huh?" Einin was also taken aback, "Didn't you come here for the Black Guards?"
"Of course." Garen was a little puzzled, and suddenly he thought of the two black cloaks he saw just now.
"You didn't come here for the Black Guards, so what are you planning to do when you find me at this time?" Einin frowned slightly.
"I came to you to learn the follow-up content." Garen said bluntly.
(end of this chapter)