Garen stood in front of the mourning tower in the inner city, wearing a golden nine flower on his body. Standing alone among a row of men in black, Garen looked inconspicuous.
All the people in front of and behind him lined up in a straight line, stepping forward one after another to offer gifts to the Grand Duke's body. The person who took the flowers walked away silently and stood aside. The people behind followed silently.
In this vast hall of consolation, everyone agreed tacitly that no one made a sound.
In the gray and white hall, on the side of the Pyramid of Pyramids, lay the remains of the Grand Duke. His body was solidified by platinum translucent metal, like amber.
Garen didn't know the people in front and behind, but almost none of the fluctuations shining on everyone were weak. With so many people standing in line here, he was the only totem light of a type-1 totem master.
There are Type 3 and Type 2 totem masters at the front and back, and their bodies are full of bloody smell.
Those who can survive safely at this time are all executioners whose hands are stained with the blood of countless monsters.
Soon it will be his turn.
Garen took a step forward and gently placed the golden nine flowers in his hand in front of the crystal coffin. He bowed, turned and walked to the left.
Looking up, there were dense crowds of people, but no one he knew.
People gathered in twos and threes, talking in low voices, while some stood alone with indifferent expressions. The nobles not far away were all gloomy.
Garen didn't see Goth.
Since the Grand Duke collided with the strange bird yesterday after exhausting his life, the monster army suffered heavy losses and finally retreated. The strange bird was also seriously injured, staggering and flying away.
The battle situation has temporarily stabilized.
But Goth was nowhere to be seen.
Garen sighed. Originally, he only came here to make friends with Goth for his own benefit, but he didn't expect that after seeing the scenes and scenes that happened in history, he felt unhappy.
Soon two middle-aged men and women walked into the mourning hall, both wearing platinum armor and white robes with silver trim.
"Master Vesta, Lord Canaan." The person welcoming the guests took the initiative to come forward and greet them respectfully.
"The battle is tense, we can only stay for a while." Canaan the man nodded solemnly. He and Vesta are currently the two strongest Type-3 totem masters in the city. Although they are still far behind the Grand Duke, after being frightened by the previous battle, the monsters obviously did not dare to press the inner city too tightly. The situation has also eased considerably.
A group of people complimented the two of them and walked towards the coffin. Those who ask about the situation, those who are worried, and those who want reassurance.
A large group of people surrounded the two of them, hoping to get the answer they wanted.
Garen retreated far away from the center. Looking at the noisy scene inside, he suddenly felt a little stuffy.
Turning around and walking out of the hall, he raised his eyes to look around, and there were hardly any people in sight. There were only some numb-faced people walking desertedly on the street. Most of the people took refuge in the pre-built fortifications.
Garen searched everywhere, but he didn't find Goth at all.
Now the city is deserted, and there are too many places to hide. Walking to the street and strolling around for a while, Garen finally planned to leave the inner city through the tunnel.
"Garon?"
There was a suspicious voice from a passing carriage.
Garen turned around and looked at the black carriage that stopped beside him.
"Who are you?"
The curtain of the carriage door was lifted, revealing a solemn man's face. "I met at Goethe's house that day. Why don't you come up and talk?"
Garen hesitated. "good."
He lifted the curtain, got into the carriage, and sat on the right side of the man.
The carriage shook slightly and moved again.
The man calmly looked at the street outside. "I went to investigate Goethe's house that day, and I happened to see you coming out of it. How is it? Is the situation clear?"
Garen shook his head. "I'm completely at a loss now. Goth was controlled by someone and killed his father. Who controlled him? And what happened to Jessica?"
A look of seriousness flashed across the man's face.
"We have now made a preliminary investigation into this matter, but only a few high-level people know about it. All of this comes from Goethe's mother, Joanlia Jess."
"Jess?" Gallon's eyes froze immediately.
"You know that too?" The man gave Garen a surprised look. "As a Type 1 totem master, you are quite well-informed. I happened to meet you on the street, and I will explain the situation to you. If you meet Goth, please enlighten him."
Garen nodded.
The man fell silent, as if he was organizing how to tell what happened next.
The speed of the carriage also slowed down very understandingly.
"Actually, whether Jessica was silverized and took away the Dragon Shadow Heart. Or Goth assassinated his father. These were all arranged in advance." He finally opened his mouth slowly.
The deep voice slowly echoed in the carriage, appearing more solemn.
"Qionia Jess was originally one of the top executives of the Black Sky Club. She lurked in the city of Iron Tan, but unexpectedly developed a relationship with the Grand Duke. The relationship became deeper and deeper. We don't know how many things happened in the middle, but later, it should be Jess gave up her position for love, gave up everything she had, and chose love. And she became pregnant with Goth. When she gave up everything, she found that the one the Grand Duke really loves is not her."
The man paused.
"Jess is an extremely proud and dedicated person. She gave everything she could for the Grand Duke. When she gave up everything, was pregnant with a child, and went to the Grand Duke alone, she found that the Grand Duke was not very good at all. I like her, but it's just for fun. At that time, the Grand Duke was young, handsome, and talented. There were too many people who liked him. They didn't care about such a pretty woman. Then... the tragedy began."
"It seems that this is the root of everything." Garen sighed. "As deep as the love is, so is the hatred. She has been planning on Goethe for 20 years, and it finally has an effect."
"Life," the man sighed, "We will make many mistakes and choices in our life, but we must never let the mistakes be irreversible." He seemed to be thinking of his own life.
"So where is Jess now?" Garen asked the most critical question, the most important question to him.
"Dead." The man smiled helplessly, "Otherwise, you thought Goth's Black Bird could be activated so easily? It's a top-level totem that only appeared once in history!"
It was already afternoon when I got off the carriage.
The orange-red sunlight dyed the entire inner city a golden red.
Looking at the carriage going away, Garen stood at the gate of the war guild headquarters, feeling a little complicated for a moment.
He still remembered Goth's mother, a very gentle and beautiful middle-aged woman. It always gives people a feeling of spring breeze, he always feels that he can't see through her, but he didn't expect that there is such a deep hatred hidden in the other party's heart.
"If she is Jess, maybe everything makes sense." He touched the pusher in his arms, "The pusher has the function of contacting at any time. If Jess wants to lurk and implement his plan. Then Naturally, you can’t bring the deduction device. Maybe she will destroy her own deduction device directly and ask the headquarters to get a new one. In this way, it should be arranged that this deduction device will appear near Titan City.”
His mind turned sharply, almost trying to figure everything out.
"Because Jess didn't want a deducer at all, maybe even Goethe detonated the furnace and destroyed the base, she might have directed it." Although this kind of explanation still has this flaw, it is already very perfect.
Before entering the war guild, Garen took one last look at the duke's mansion.
He didn't know what state Goethe was in now, but it was obvious that he must have reached the brink of collapse.
"Life!" Garen sighed, turned and walked into the guild. He knew that now was the critical moment for Goth's real transformation.
The Grand Duke was eventually destroyed because of his ruthlessness. Although his actions are common among nobles in this world, unfortunately, he chose the wrong target.
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After half a month.
Garen sat at the desk and quietly studied the second spell.
In Zhu Hong's study, Angel and Lei Lan occupy a corner respectively.
Angel kept tossing a silver knife in his hand, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth. From time to time, his eyes swept over Garen. She was wearing a tight brown leather armor, and her slender legs were wrapped in brown leather pants. She looked like a jungle hunter out hunting.
Leilan was dressed in a gray robe with a hood covering her terrifying face. She sat hostilely in a wheelchair and stared at Angel beside her with some jealousy.
"I also want to join my brother's war shackles." Lei Lan said in a low voice.
The tip of the pen in Garen's hand stopped suddenly, and he looked up at Leilan.
Angel also looked at Leilan in surprise, the knife in his hand stopped slightly.
"I don't allow women who are prettier than me to get too close to my brother." Lei Lan said gloomily without concealment.
Garen was immediately speechless. With Lei Lan's current appearance, wouldn't even a 60-year-old aunt be able to get close to him
Lei Lan didn't take it seriously at all, her cold gaze swept over Angel like a poisonous snake. "To make a person's life worse than death, there are too many means," she pointed out, turning the wheelchair slowly out of the room, and quickly closed the door.
Garen looked at Angel with a wry smile, her face obviously changed color.
"Why do you have such a perverted sister!?" Angel sat down angrily, "To be honest, if she wasn't your sister, I really want to slap her to death!"
Garen didn't know what to say, should he be thankful that he had successfully brainwashed, or should he worry about Lelan's extreme ideas
"Take it easy, the Leilan people are actually very good." He could only comfort him in this way.
"Okay? You didn't see that little maid of yours was so scared that she turned pale all day long." Angel was speechless, "The workshop masters in my regiment were also scared so much that they only dared to live on the first floor. Does your sister only want to be a woman? Are you all jealous?"
(end of this chapter)