"Isn't that someone from the secret agency? Why don't you go and meet them?" Feng Ling asked in a low voice, looking at Garen beside him. This guy seems to be in a good mood, so he probably won't get mad at him.
"I don't want to meet with my colleagues so early. The three major agencies should have noticed the strangeness here when I started. Or they already knew that the stronghold here is the branch of the Black Sky Society. They just don't want to do it. "Garon explained with a smile.
"You are quite clear." Feng Ling smiled wryly. "The three major institutions are indeed very powerful, but there are only so many people on the surface. The number of the most powerful people can be counted on one hand. And some of them have joined our Heitian Society long ago. No , It can no longer be said that it is our Heitian Society, now that I have done so much, I am no longer a member of the Heitian Society, and my bounty in the society is estimated to exceed tens of millions."
"Do you know the origin of this generation of presidents of the Heitian Society?" Garen asked suddenly.
"You also discovered it." Feng Ling was not surprised, and sat down on the black mist behind him, like a soft sofa. He got up cross-legged, and was swept forward by the black mist.
"The chief president, Guimen, used to be one of the great nobles of Tania. Rather than saying that the Heitian Society is an independent organization, it is better to say that it is a part separated from the group of great nobles. The elite members of the Heitian Society, They are all outstanding elites in the aristocratic class. Because they are dissatisfied with the ruling hegemony of the royal alliance with almost no change, some aristocratic geniuses left and formed the Heitian Club. The other part because of different ideas, with the support of the Council of Elders, formed three A big institution. So, the nobles are the root of everything."
"Only the nobles have such a powerful accumulation of knowledge." Garen nodded in agreement, "Ordinary people have no choice but are not qualified to have access to such top-level technical knowledge."
"What are we going to do next?" Feng Ling looked at Garen on the left.
"How many strongholds have we eliminated?"
"Including this, there are already nine. It is estimated that regardless of the royal family, the Black Sky Society, or other forces, all your information must have been placed on the table of their intelligence department. Is this the fastest shortcut to fame? "Feng Ling couldn't understand Garen more and more.
"It's a pity that the giant stone statue is gone. It would be great if I could take it away." Garen suddenly touched his chin to change the subject.
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For the next four days, Garen and Feng Ling continued to attack and kill the strongholds of the Heitian Society in Ennet, but many strongholds were empty. Apparently, the Heitian Society has urgently recruited its staff.
Except for the largest strongholds in Ennett, the rest of the branches are deserted.
The nickname of the Eight-headed Mist Crow replaced Garen's previous nickname of the Mist Crow, and it was widely spread by some meddling people and those who had watched the battle.
The eight songs represent the eight lizard dragons, and the fog crows represent the black cloud and fog crows all over the sky. These are Garen's two most powerful features.
His achievements were also excavated one by one and sent to the leaders of the intelligence departments of the major forces.
Because of its powerful speed, it moved to two countries in just a few days, and destroyed a branch of the Black Sky Society in just over ten minutes in the Ennet mirror, without even the headquarters having time to support it.
His strong strength and record made Garen famous overnight.
At this time, Garen also received a contact request from a nearby secret agency.
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Gallon and Feng Ling sat in the dense maple forest, just sitting on the thick fallen leaves. There was a white cloth between them, and some food and drink were placed on it.
Bread with jam, air-dried mutton, and two bottles of black apple cider, this is the lunch for the two of them today.
The faint golden sunlight, projected through the leaves above, fell on the two of them, appearing mottled and finely divided.
A big squirrel with three big tails was lying on the side of the white tablecloth. It was covered in yellowish brown and fluffy. The three big tails swung desperately like wheels, sweeping the fallen leaves all over the ground.
The big squirrel was licking a small ball of red jam thrown by Garen. Looks like he's enjoying himself. The buttocks are pouted and the tail is swung more roundly.
"It's so leisurely." Feng Ling put one hand on the ground, rubbed her stomach vigorously, and swallowed the last bite of bread in her mouth. "No.. It seems that I have eaten enough."
He took a peek at Garen who was on the opposite side.
This handsome young man was eating jerky in small bites. His speed had not changed since the beginning, his face was calm and his movements were graceful. He tore off a piece and put it directly into his mouth without spilling any minced meat. The tablecloth in front of him was clean, as if it had been thoroughly cleaned with a rag, there was nothing left to eat.
Of the food they divided into two halves, most of it was left on his side, while only the last morsel was left on Garen's side.
"Your appetite is really spectacular..." Feng Ling thought for a while, and then changed to a more elegant and euphemistic word.
"It's because you eat too little." Garen replied lightly.
Feng Ling was speechless.
puff puff puff
Suddenly, there was a slight tapping sound from the small black box on Garen's collar.
Garen slowed down, put down the food in his hands, and wiped his hands with a paper towel beside him.
Soon there was a sound from the black box.
"Mist Crow? Are you the eight-song Fog Crow Gallon?" It was a man's voice, very clear and slightly neutral. "This is the headquarters of the secret agency Kuwaitan. My name is Mike En. I am the current director of the General Bureau and the leader of the strongest silver team. I am now communicating with you through long-distance signal transmission. We have three minutes of safe time, you can Guaranteed not to be eavesdropped and decompiled by other forces."
"So it's the Chief Director." A smile appeared on the corner of Garen's mouth. "Is there anything you can do to contact me?"
"Are you in Ennett right now? I have a mission here. I wonder if you would like to take it?" Chief Director Mike En said very politely.
"Say it straight."
"Well, in the territory of Ennit, Yeling, a master of the mathematics agency, and a master of the Heitian Club are fighting for a special secret treasure, and most of the experts from both sides have gathered. We hope you will go to represent our secret agency in the battle, See if there is a chance to grab the secret treasure, anyway, you happen to be very close there. This mission is within five days."
"No problem. What about the mission reward?" Garen continued without hesitation. After feeling the strength of the secret treasure, he is now very concerned about the secret treasure. I also understand why many forces value secret treasures so much.
To put it simply, a secret treasure is an aggregate of countless complex spells, which can input the light or power of the totem at any time to stimulate powerful or multi-purpose power. As long as there is enough totem power or totem light for the imitation of the ultimate secret treasure like the Fog Crow Formation, ordinary totem masters can instantly become the top powerhouse of aura without any skills.
"The rewards are naturally not bad. A set of spell formations that will definitely satisfy you, and considering your father's relationship, the Terry Jones family's loyalty to the royal family is beyond doubt. I have already submitted a request to re-fief the above, As long as you complete this mission, the Terry Jones family will regain a satisfactory fiefdom in the existing human settlement." McKenn also had a deep smile in his tone. A piece of fiefdom, a set of powerful and comprehensive spell formations, this is the real foothold of oneself in troubled times.
Garen was also slightly moved. If there was such a fief, he would be able to move the subordinates of the Terry Jones family, as well as the families of relatives and friends, as well as friends and family members, to one place for centralized protection. And Teacher Eining, I don’t know what’s going on now.
Garen probably recalled the location, and planned to go to the teacher to have a look first.
When he came back to his senses, he quickly thanked him sincerely.
"Then I would like to thank the Director-General in advance. With such a generous reward, it seems that the secret treasure this time is not easy."
"Naturally. The Mathematics Institute originally wanted to swallow it all by itself, but unfortunately it still failed, and the rest of us will have a chance." McKenn replied with a smile, "Those guys from the Mathematical Institute have their eyes on the top, but this time they actually Being entangled by people from the Black Sky Society, I think I will lose all face. Let's see how they end up, haha."
He paused, "Also, didn't you sweep the stronghold of the Heitian Society early? I'll send you a more detailed distribution map, it's a good thing we just got."
"Send it? How?" Garen was stunned.
"I miss you."
"Okay!" Garen was worried that Feng Ling knew too few strongholds, and the killing was too clean when he started, and the mopping up was coming to an end. I actually wanted to sleep and someone sent me a pillow.
This time he was addicted to mopping up. Although most of them are low-level totem masters, Type 1 and Type 2 have the most. But it can't stand the large number. Almost the same as when the petrified white dragon was still there.
A type 1 totem or monster can provide about 25% of the potential value, a type 2 about 2 points, and a type 3 5 points. Emmanuelization soared to fifteen o'clock.
After taking down the information on the distribution of strongholds given by McKen, Garen scanned his current potential points.
After unknowingly massacring hundreds of members of the Heitian Society, his potential value has exceeded two hundred.
After thinking about it, Garen planned to raise his agility to its current limit first.
His eyes fell directly on the agility column.
The potential value immediately began to jump violently and fell.
Agility increased rapidly from 6.0, and after five points, every point of attribute improvement required 20 potential points. Soon, a total of 40 potential points disappeared. Agility has also been raised to 8.
Starting from eight points, each point of improvement requires 60 potential points. The remaining 160 points of potential quickly left about 40 points.
Agility finally reached 10 points, and then completely stopped, no longer moving.
Garen clenched his fists in satisfaction. The whole body seems to be surrounded by an invisible wind, as long as it moves lightly, it seems that all the weight of the body has disappeared, and the whole person is light and has no sense of sluggishness.
He felt the state of the eight-headed dragon, and sure enough, the ninth head on the back of the eight-headed dragon was rapidly expanding, and the huge sarcoma was getting bigger and redder.
(end of this chapter)