Garen stroked this set of armor, and his thoughts involuntarily wandered to higher-level armor.
The technology of the secret agency has been refined to such an extent. Since there is such an armor suit, there should be a stronger armor suit. Write more powerful solidification spells on the armor, collect the totem power that is usually distributed, and use it when needed.
Garen was slightly surprised. In this way, a totem master with such armor is much stronger than ordinary totem masters. If he has a set of armor that is strong enough
He restrained himself.
He reached out and tugged at the pull cord at the head of the bed.
Jingle Bell.
A crisp rattle sounded, and soon, there was a clear sound of footsteps outside the bedroom door.
Lala, who was a little restless, soon appeared at the door of the bedroom. When she saw that it was Garen, a hint of surprise appeared on her face.
"You have finally come out! Several letters from you have come in recently. They are all urging you to report somewhere, and the sender has mentioned it many times."
Seeing Garen appear, her face was completely relieved, as if she had a backbone.
Garen straightened his collar, walked out of the bedroom, and sat on the wooden sofa in the living room.
"What about the letter? Bring it to me. Didn't it say that it will be reported after two months? Why are you rushing now?"
Lala walked to a vase in the corner of the living room, and poured out the envelopes in the vase, all of which were rectangular yellow envelopes.
"The person who sent the letter said that there is an emergency and that manpower is urgently needed." Lala stacked up all the letters according to the time period, and put them in front of Garen. Then he stood aside and waited for orders.
From time to time, he looked at the thick and tight full body armor on Garen's body with weird eyes. He also looked at the sleeveless white dress on his body.
Garen picked up the first letter, opened it and took out the letter paper.
Unfolding the letter paper, there is only a short line of words on the white paper.
'Due to unexpected circumstances, the date of the report was advanced. Please Garon Terry Jones, deputy team leader, to take up the post in Wellsburg as soon as possible. '
Here is the date: 3568.5/11 in the solar calendar.
There is also a red circular seal, and the words on the seal can be vaguely seen: secret. It is a secret word consisting of three letters.
Garen opened the rest of the envelopes, basically urging him to take office quickly. The most recent one was three days ago, on the 14th.
"I don't know what kind of deputy team leader His Majesty arranged, and what position it is. But it shouldn't be too bad, and it can't be too good." Gallon put down the envelope. "Any other letters?"
He looked at Lara.
"Yes, there are also invitations from various families and nobles, banquet invitations." Lala replied quickly, and she ran out again, and after a while, she brought a stack of invitations from the mailbox at the door, all of which were luxuriously and exquisitely made. invitations.
Garen glanced at the signatures above, and only picked out the invitations from the Terry Jones family, Earl Baixi and Viscount Langville. And was about to throw the rest away.
Suddenly he saw a familiar name, Bai Lan.
Bailan Ahifes.
There was just a signature on the black metal cover, and then a platinum pattern of crossed swords.
Garen picked out the envelope, opened it and pulled out the letter paper.
'My dear friend, dear Ahishya:
Oh no, it should be called Garen now, well, Garen, how are you doing now? I also heard about the incident with the Terry Jones family. You are in a very bad situation now. If you need manpower, just tell me, you know my grandfather's relationship, don't be polite to me.
Besides, Andalu has already been sent to me by your cousin, I will arrange everything, don't worry. Marlene is also here. She is in a bad mood. Baron Dieter is dead, and Mrs. Carlu is missing. I also sent someone to look for it, but they couldn't find it.
The situation in the capital is a bit complicated. I told my grandfather about your situation, and he also knows that you handed over the green vine ball to His Majesty, and then joined the secret organization. His suggestion is that you can go in, just to avoid the current complicated situation in the capital. But it's better to keep a low profile. Although your strength is strong, there are too many strong people in the capital. be careful. '
Garen focused on the last sentence, be careful. Apparently Bai Lan knows a lot more about the inside story than him because of his family relationship.
Putting down the envelope, he rubbed it with both hands, and directly crumpled the letter paper into countless white powders, twisted it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can not far away.
He has written down the above address.
Bai Lan's grandfather was one of the two most powerful people in the capital, apart from His Majesty, it was the two of them.
These two people were originally local nobles, and they both held the title of Grand Duke. But after the fall of the place, they respectively came to the capital with a lot of strength and became the new power dividers. Such a grand duke is no different than a city lord duke like Iron Tan City. This is the top strength of a big country. There are absolutely no shortage of Type-3 totem masters, otherwise it would be impossible to bring a large number of people to the capital. There are absolutely aura totem masters, and there may be more than one.
These top-level nobles are part of the huge power of the entire king's capital. Countless nobles, large and small, have formed the huge strength of the entire Kuwaitan.
As Bai Lan's grandfather, what he said should not be false, after all, the other party has no reason to deceive him.
"It seems that the strength I showed at the manor has already spread to the capital." Gallon noticed this. He showed the strength of the three types of aura in the manor, overwhelming the Baker Stone Eye and the Heitian Club. .
This news should have come from Andalu, Cousin Hathaway, and those who fled back to the capital. And those two old professors, Barr and Buffia, should also be one of the messaging points.
"I'll go out for a while, and you can handle dinner yourself, you don't need to prepare it for me." Garen thought for a while, stood up and ordered.
"I'll prepare a carriage for you." Lala hurried out.
Garen brought the documents he needed to bring. There is also the certificate of appointment issued by His Majesty the Emperor, and they are packaged together in a black document.
Walking out of the gate of the manor inside the cliff, a black four-wheeled carriage has been parked in the driveway outside. The carriage has very large wheels, and the driver is a middle-aged mustache wearing a black dress. He took off his hat and saluted Gallon.
"I am Josephine, your new coachman."
Garen nodded and got into the carriage.
"To Wellsburg."
"Okay, please sit still." The coachman Josephine responded, waving the horsewhip and making a noise.
The two strong mutant black horses immediately started to exert their strength. These two horses were brought all the way from the manor by Garen. Their strength and endurance were amazing, and they were considered to be good breeds in the mutation.
"Your horse is really strong." The coachman praised, "There are very few mutant horses that are so powerful."
"Oh?" Garen smiled. "Aren't all mutant horses excellent?"
"Of course not. Mutated creatures also have many bad mutations. After some mutations, some horses are not as strong as before." The coachman replied with a smile. "It's very easy to be your coachman. It's easy to greet two horses. You can feed them with meat for several days. The salary is also high, and you don't go out once for ten and a half months."
Garen smiled and stopped talking.
The talkative Josephine coachman wanted to say something else, but suddenly remembered some rumors about this master, hesitated for a while, and decided to keep his mouth shut.
The car was driving uphill along the way, and from time to time there were carriages passing by in front of them, and when passing by, the faint sound of a woman's mourning and sobbing could be heard.
Garen knew in his heart that such a situation should not be uncommon. The royal capital is now full of aristocratic forces fleeing from various places, many of whom lost their relatives, parents, children, brothers and sisters during their escape. Almost every family has attrition. There are many like Vindman, who can't even hold a funeral, and there are no bones left.
The carriage moved forward quickly, and sparse small buildings gradually appeared on both sides of the white road, and black double-story and three-story small buildings abound. From time to time, people could be seen coming in and out of the door.
Garen looked sideways out of the window, and saw a two-storey building passing by. The window on the second floor was open, and a young girl in a white headscarf was arranging a pot of purple flowers on the window sill.
Downstairs was noisy and yelling, and several men were entangled with each other, shoving and yelling.
The carriage passed the small building, followed by an empty black cemetery.
The cemetery is full of dense white tombstones. In front of two new tombs, funeral ceremonies are being held. Priests in white robes and family members in black stand together, and the weeping of the family members can be heard clearly.
Across the cemetery, there is a continuous three-story building, like a large commercial block with dense houses.
Most of the shops were closed, and occasionally a few shops were open. There was a long queue at the door, and people in shabby clothes lined up expectantly. There were also women with children in their arms, sallow and emaciated teenagers, and gray-haired, stooped old men.
When Garen's carriage passed by, someone in the team looked over, but immediately lowered their heads in awe.
Call! !
Bang a few times.
Suddenly the carriage screeched to a halt.
The coachman Josephine shouted loudly from the front. The carriage shook a few times and stopped.
"Damn it! Which coachman are you from? Didn't you see us coming from the right?!" A high-spirited voice came from the front.
"It's obvious that you rushed over without looking at the road!" Josephine shouted dissatisfied.
"You still talk back! A small broken carriage dared to collide with Viscount Dunsken's car! Believe it or not"
"Bob! Shut up."
A calm male voice came from the other side's carriage.
The coachman stopped talking immediately, turned around and smiled a little embarrassingly, then turned around again, and gave Josephine a hard look.
Garen opened the curtain and saw that a white carriage opposite him also opened the curtain, and the man inside looked over. The other party looked very gentle, with a gentle look, but his eyes were very sharp.
Seeing the black full-body armor on Garen's body, a trace of vigilance and fear flashed in the opponent's blue eyes.
The two smiled at each other politely, lowered the curtains, and the coachmen on both sides drove past each other in their carriages.
Putting down the curtain, Garen touched the black armor on his body.
"It seems that the skin of this secret agency is very deterrent." He looked forward to this one of the legendary three major agencies. Joining this powerful organization may give you access to some deep secrets of this world.
(end of this chapter)