After careful consideration, Garen had dinner and ordered Lala to ask if there was any reply from His Majesty the Emperor. Then I continued to delve into the experiment of reading practical manuscript materials by myself.
For several days, there was no news from the palace herald stationed at the pass.
Garen also went to the outskirts of the capital, but the streets were extremely deserted, with few pedestrians. The capital was under military control, and entry and exit required a troublesome permit review, and all supplies were managed in a unified manner. Everywhere is deserted.
until the sixth day.
Finally, the interview approval was passed, and His Majesty the King has decided to summon him, but there is only ten minutes.
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Sitting in the white carriage that entered the customs, Garen did not draw up the curtains, but sat quietly in the middle of the carriage, closing his eyes and meditating.
There were carriages at the front and back of the car, and there were local nobles who had met with him like him. If it weren't for the green vine ball, Garen reckoned that as a local lord who had lost power, it would be impossible for him to get the king's audience.
Sitting in the car, he thought carefully about the exchange he wanted for this audience. It was his idea to hand over the green vine ball. Among the three emperors, only the king of Kuwaitan was the most ambitious and had the best reputation. Handing it over to him should maximize the benefits.
It's just another thing, how to deal with it is a bit troublesome. The Black Sky Society assassinated the King of Kuwaitan. This operation was a success. Should we remind the other party, or
It is impossible to remind directly. A foreign nobleman who appeared suddenly said that his wife was a spy in front of the king. Without evidence and no certificate, it would be considered light not to be charged with slander and sent to death row.
And even if they are successfully exposed, they will face the exposure of their identities, and the main force of the Heitian Society will hunt them down. The royal alliance may not necessarily protect him.
Thinking all the way, the carriage stopped at some point. There was a faint sound of music outside, which seemed to be something like a violin.
"It's time to get out of the car." The guard driving reminded.
Garen opened the door and jumped out of the carriage. It was at the end of a deserted street. In front of him was a pencil-pointed black stone door. Half of the black iron door was open. Inside was a spacious corridor that extended into a distant open air garden.
On the left side of the corridor stood a row of guards, all in black armor, looking heavy and mighty.
The music that Garen heard came from the tall black castle on the left, vaguely, that was where the side hall of the palace was located.
"Let's go." The herald was a tall, handsome young man with a white wig and a red vest over a white inner shirt. The man glanced at Garen lightly, turned around and walked into the corridor first.
Garen noticed that the other two nobles who got off the carriage did not stop at this entrance, but at the other two entrances.
"Didn't they go to the audience together?"
The handsome man glanced at Garen.
"You should feel honored. Your Majesty only decided to summon you today. They were summoned by His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess."
Garen nodded. Follow this man into the hallway.
The two walked quickly through the black corridor. The entire corridor was about seven meters high and wide, and it was unusually wide. Walking on the smooth black stone floor, they could still hear faint echoes of their footsteps.
Go through the hallway and walk to the side of the open-air garden.
The garden is full of all kinds of flowers, red, yellow, and the most white. The white flowers are huge like washbasins. A group of luxuriously dressed girls chattered in the garden, not knowing what topics they were talking about, they were very happy. A few girls even sat on top of the huge white flower like a washbasin, and they didn't fall to the ground.
Seeing the handsome man leading the way, these girls greeted him one after another, as if they were familiar with each other.
The men responded politely one by one, and they were extremely calm under the ambiguous eyes of these girls.
Garen followed behind him. Although Ahishia's body was equally handsome, it was still not as good as this person's. Directly ignored by these girls.
Compared with the bright and eye-catching clothes on the man, his gray robe is obviously inconspicuous.
Through the garden, there is another long corridor.
I don't know how far I walked, and finally came to a five-meter-high black gate.
"You just wait here. His Majesty will come over in about half an hour. Remember, you only have ten minutes." The handsome man ordered lightly, turned around and left.
Garen didn't care. In this chaos, one can imagine how many people would want to see the king every day.
He waited quietly in front of the gate. There were still guards in black armor standing on the left side of the corridor, but the armor on these guards was obviously much heavier. Holding a black gun, they stood by the wall like sculptures.
About twenty minutes later, a well-proportioned middle-aged man strode over. He was wearing a white tights trimmed with silver, and a white cloak behind him. Holding a small golden whip in his hand, he seemed to be riding back.
Where he walked, the guards all knelt on one knee.
This man was only about thirty years old, with a smile on his face and a gentle expression. The black beard spanned his chin and connected to his temples. It was hard to tell whether it was beard or hair. His back is a bit hunched, but he walks very steadily. Just looking at his appearance, he is not handsome or majestic, just like a passerby you meet on the street.
Garen immediately knelt down on one knee. He had seen the black-and-white photo of the king before he came, and recognized this man as the king of Kuwaitan, Avic Heathman.
"I have seen His Majesty." He lowered his head and did not look at the king's face according to the etiquette.
A group of people followed behind King Avic, who seemed to be preparing to enter the room to discuss matters together.
"come in."
Avic answered gently, and walked into the gate opened by the guards first.
Garen got up and followed.
In the bright yellow room, the walls are covered with delicate and gorgeous golden flower decorations, and a huge floor-to-ceiling portrait is pasted on the wall opposite the gate. That was the picture of Avic standing on the balcony of the palace with a long sword in hand.
Several rows of yellow wooden sofas are arranged in an arc shape in the middle of the room, and there are two long bookshelves on the right side, which are filled with various books inlaid with gold.
"Sit down." Avic pointed to the sofa like an ordinary host receiving guests.
Garen looked at the rest of the people, and no one followed into the room, only he and Avik walked in.
Those who followed bowed and saluted outside the door, and then closed the door carefully.
Only then did Garen sit down quietly, sitting on Avic's right hand side.
"Your trust in the royal family, your trust in Kuwait, is the trust you have in me, Avek. When I heard what happened to Viscount Vindman, I was both sad and angry. Your father devoted himself to research. I have spent a lot of effort and time, but my attitude towards the people is still a bit too cruel. The impact of this incident is very bad. I say that, do you understand what I mean?" Avic went straight to the point. He is not a totem master, he is just an ordinary person, but to be able to manage such a large kingdom naturally has his own skills and abilities.
"I understand." Garen nodded, "Actually, my request is very simple. I just hope that I can go to the Royal Archives to check the information I want. At the same time, I also want to ask His Majesty to go to the Pharmacy to choose some The medicine is spare."
"Are you still a Type 1 totem master?" Avic asked suddenly.
"Yes." Although Garen was stunned by Avic's change of subject, he replied immediately.
"Do you want a better core totem? Or a stronger sub-totem? You are interested in potions, but you can go to the secret agency. There are a lot of content in this area." Aiweik showed a softer smile on his face.
"Secret agency?"
"That's right. Although our Kevitan's strength in it is not strong, or even weak, it is not difficult to get you to join in. In it, you are interested in pharmacy, various technologies... um... I heard As soon as you arrived in the capital, you stayed in your own manor and didn't go anywhere? There are many technologies you are interested in."
Garen hesitated. He didn't know what it was like inside the secret agency, but he had heard about the three major agencies of the Royal Alliance. These three agencies were not composed of any one country executive, but intertwined with each other. The powers were entangled with each other. Ge Guo had different strengths .
"To be honest, our Kuwaitan occupies a major position in the national government, and the strength of the academic organization is not very weak, but the secret organization belongs to the territory of Tania, and it is not easy to infiltrate. You also know that the three major organizations are nobles from all over the world. Representative of interest groups. We only have some power in the secret agency, Earl Senda."
"Even if I join alone, it won't have any effect, right?" Garen hesitated.
"Of course you are not alone, and nothing can be accomplished overnight, it needs a process of development." Avic said with a smile. "The joining of a research-oriented workshop master is believed to be a strong support for Earl Senda."
"Your Majesty's reputation is too high." Garen quickly bowed his head in humility.
"Your father has made such a great contribution to Kuwaitan. It stands to reason that I should reward you greatly. But unfortunately, the news of the Terry Jones family's brutal experiments is everywhere." Avic said softly. "Your previous request, I can agree to you. In addition, as a reward, I will personally give you the cultivation inheritance of the storm black dove. I hope you don't dislike it."
"Storm black dove!?" Garen was startled. This is the name of the three-type totem. He has also heard of this three-type totem. The three-type totem that can bring storms is one of the rare three-type totems that do not evolve based on their size. The Lord's three-type totem can bring a powerful tornado storm, which is amazingly powerful. This kind of inheritance is extremely precious even for the royal family with many inheritances.
This set of inheritance can be relied on to re-establish a stronger Terry Jones family.
Garen couldn't help being a little amazed at Avic's generosity.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Okay, it's almost time. The palace is holding a masquerade ball. If you are interested in participating, you can go to the ceremonial officer to choose a mask. I'll go change my clothes first." Avic said with a smile.
(end of this chapter)