Before the Grand Duke of Gothia became a duke, he stayed in the forward battalion for a period of time and traveled from time to time. He was the third son of the family. However, after the war broke out, his father and two older brothers died one after another. He took over the burden and changed the situation in one fell swoop. , an astonishingly terrifying force erupted. After encountering a series of betrayals and turmoil, his heart became more and more like steel.
But before that, Goth himself was a simple, honest and friendly ordinary young man.
Garen still remembered that before the war, the Grand Duke himself was a top genius with a secret talent. Behind it is a large collection of books and totems collected by the family for thousands of years. But because he was not valued in the family, there were few people to curry favor with him. In addition, his talent was hidden and no one noticed, so he got time to accumulate slowly.
Among the people around him, there are only two companions who met him by chance and traveled together on adventures, who walked into his heart early and became his only true friends until the end.
"In other words, the current Goethe is only at the lowest point of his life. This person has clear grievances and grievances. If I make friends with him at this time, it should be easier to gain his trust." Garen narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking carefully.
"Although I don't think highly of a person with a pure and kind heart, it is undeniable that no one would not like to befriend such a person. Such a friend does not need to be on guard all the time."
He took out the map and began to carefully look for the location of Titan City on it.
Going abroad from the Kuwaitan Empire, passing through three cities, you need to take a steam train, and finally arrive at one of the main cities of the Lavis Empire, Iron Tan City.
He roughly calculated the distance, and it would take at least four days to travel without interruption.
"The current Goethe should still be ignored by the people around him because no one has noticed his talent and his ranking is too low. However, how to approach him when he falls to the ground can't be found deliberately, which needs to be carefully arranged."
Garen put away the map and counted all the wheel cloths on his body, his face darkened immediately.
"Maybe I don't have enough money. The travel expenses there are enough, but I don't have much left for living expenses. I have to find a way to earn money."
He frowned slightly and thought for a while.
"Before Goethe took over, he had been working as a hired totem master. Now I can't even beat an ordinary totem master, so I don't have to think about it. But the totem needs to be repaired. Maybe I can try to take some of these jobs. On the one hand, I can exercise My practical ability, on the one hand, can also use this identity to get close to Goethe and others."
After he made up his mind and sorted out his thoughts, he lay down and turned off the lights and went to sleep.
Early the next morning, Garen came to the repair shop in the night market early and went in to inquire about the specific repair cost. As expected, it would cost a lot of money to repair the totem, often thousands of times, and then it would depend on the scope and severity of the repair. Tall ones are even more expensive than the totem itself.
But unfortunately, repairing totems also required a unit factory, and Gallon not only did not have a unit factory, but he was also blind to the common types of totems on the market, and couldn't understand anything.
In desperation, he had to leave temporarily.
After buying the departure ticket, Garen set off straight away, thinking about maintenance methods in this area along the way.
After leaving Baidijiasjia, he spent two days in a row and changed cars several times before finally leaving the Green Forest border and entering Hana Province. Without the slightest delay, I bought a train ticket from the provincial capital of Hana to the gravel city.
Crushed Stone City is not far from Iron Tank City, and it is a large trading city. It is a port city of the Lavis Empire and is very developed.
The train takes two or three days to arrive.
Garen bought a sleeping berth, bought some food and drink, and only had a dozen or so silver cloths left on his body, so he didn't dare to spend any more.
After two days and five hours, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening when they arrived in Crushed Stone City.
By the time they transfer from Crushed Stone City and arrive at Iron Tan City, it is almost dawn time.
During this period of time, Garen has also thoroughly figured out how to upgrade his totem. If he uses potential points to forcibly upgrade his totem, two conditions are required.
One: I don’t know about other departments, but the stronger the foundation of the totem, the more potential points are needed. The fluorescent butterfly needs five potential points. And the rest don't know what to expect yet.
Two: Potential improvement requires a certain amount of time to change, not overnight, but immediately. Just like the situation when he just crossed over, he has to slowly correct and adapt.
Garen didn't upgrade the fluorescent butterfly right away, and he didn't dare to use it indiscriminately until he found a new source of potential. As the level of strength is getting higher and higher, the cost of potential points is also increasing. Once these potentials are exhausted, a possible promotion opportunity is then lost.
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The morning sunlight came in from the window of the small silver-streaked building, and there were faint floating dust in the golden beams of light.
On the second floor of the small building, a handsome harpist sang a clown tune in reverse, and a group of people sat around, laughing from time to time.
On the empty second floor, the floor is covered with black wooden boards, and various totem patterns and oil paintings are hung around it. At the counter, an old man with a white beard was wiping the dust on the counter deftly, and then placed bottles of drinks similar to wine on it.
In the corner of the second floor, there were also a few guests who didn't like to be noisy, sitting quietly in their seats, quietly eating their own breakfast.
Gallon is one of them.
He was dressed in a black robe and looked like a monk, sitting quietly in his seat, eating his own cheesecake and coffee set.
The small silver-streaked building is located on the driveway outside Iron Tank City. It is one of the favorite pastimes for hired totem masters, and it is also the favorite place for the future Grand Duke Goth.
Goethe and his two friends first met here, on the second floor of this small building. It was an accident. There was a quarrel between the guests at the two tables. The two stepped forward to persuade the fight, but were wounded instead, Goethe was also affected, and then a scuffle began. You punch me and kick me, but no one really uses the totem. But also because of this opportunity, the two who persuaded the fight looked at Goethe differently and invited him to join the mission team, so the three future best friends were formed.
It has been more than half a month since Garen arrived here. He was about to run out of money, and now, in desperation, he found a job to assemble units in a totem repair shop in the night market. His master-level precision drawing just happened to be better than that of the assembled units, although it was not fully exposed. But the superb efficiency has also been appreciated by the owner.
It's just that the wages and wages have to wait until the end of the month, so he is still poor now.
He vaguely remembered that it was here that the three of Goth got acquainted, Goth, Jessica, and Andy. The three of them probably haven't really known each other yet, but it's coming soon.
The reason why Garen chose to come to Titan City was because of this opportunity to intervene. Sooner or later, the timing of the remaining two heroes is not very good. Only Goth is the closest.
But even so, he stayed in the small silver-patterned building for more than half a month without any movement, and he still felt a little irritable.
Time is running out for Garen now.
There is still more than a month before a war will break out, and by then, the entire war will gradually spread to all parts of the world. There will be more and more jobs to hire totem masters, and Goth's strength has also improved by leaps and bounds during this time. They also formed a deep friendship with each other.
"It can't be because of the butterfly effect. We changed places." Gallon took a sip of his coffee, suppressing his uneasiness slightly.
I come and watch every day, but there is no result, and I have no clue to find a new source of potential points. The crisis is getting closer and closer, and the time is getting closer. Even Garen was no longer as calm as before.
thump thump.
Suddenly, a group of strong men dressed in strange clothes came up from the stairs again. They looked like street gangsters in the priest's robes of the voice transmission, but the silver four-pointed star patterns on their shoulders showed that they were hired totem masters.
The group sat down not far from Garen. He called out some cheese bread and a bucket of goat's milk, and started eating and drinking carelessly.
After a while, another young woman in a white robe came up, wearing a white veil, with a slim figure and slightly rough skin, but her youthful and vigorous body curves could not be concealed.
Immediately, the men who had drank some wine earlier began to whistle.
The white-robed woman sat in a corner, ignoring the surrounding voices, just ordered a cup of coffee and drank it quietly.
Soon, a group of men and women in white robes came up, and a young man in the lead looked at this scene with a frown.
"Shhhhhh! A bunch of uneducated bumpkins!"
boom!
One of the gangster totem masters rushed up.
"*Damn it! You fucking said it earlier!?"
"Idiot!" The noble man glanced at him disdainfully, "No wonder you get angry when you see a woman, look at your virtue. Tsk tsk..."
"Fuck!" "Looking for death!"
The voices of cursing and swearing were mixed together, and all the gangster totem masters became angry at once. They stood up and walked towards the group of people in white robes.
Bai Pao and others were not to be outdone, their bodies shone with silver light, and they scattered to meet them.
"I'm going to beat you until your parents don't know each other!" "Kill them! I'll be responsible for the accident!" "How dare you disrespect Sister Angela!"
A group of white robes seemed to be familiar with the road, veterans in fighting, rolled up their sleeves and greeted them.
Both sides are totem masters, and this kind of fight basically depends on whose protective totem light is strong enough. Under the collision, mortals cannot see it, but the silver lamp master can clearly see the strength of the two sides after the collision.
Garen sat on the side, seeing this scene, his heart moved slightly.
There are city guards patrolling here, and the Silver Lantern Master is not allowed to release the power of the totem indiscriminately, otherwise it is a violation of the criminal law. This is an iron law, and no one is allowed to violate it. So these totem masters do it themselves, instead of releasing totems to fight. in order not to expand the scope of the scale.
The two groups of people quickly became one, and there was no distinction between you and me.
"Don't hit me, don't hit me anymore." The old man at the counter yelled to persuade him, but no one listened to him.
These two groups of people are obviously the sons of nobles on the one hand, and the wandering totem masters on the other, neither of them is timid. There was a spatter of beatings, and a lot of tables and chairs were broken.
The singing harpist and some timid guests hurried downstairs.
(end of this chapter)