Mysterious journey

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 and behind him lined up in a straight line and stepped forward to pay tribute to the Grand Duke's body. The man with flowers walked away silently and stood aside. The people behind followed silently.

Everyone in this spacious mourning hall actually had a tacit understanding and no one made a sound.

In the gray-white hall, on the side of the pyramid memorial tower, is the body of the Grand Duke. His body is solidified by white-gold translucent metal, like amber.

Garen didn't know the people before and after him, but the fluctuations shining on everyone's bodies were almost all weak. With so many people standing in line here, he was the only one who was the totem light of a first-class totem master.

There were Type 3 and Type 2 totem masters in front and behind, and their bodies were filled with a strong smell of blood.

Those who can survive safely at this time are all executioners whose hands are stained with the blood of countless monsters.

Soon it was 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 and turned to the left.

Looking up, he saw that they were all densely packed with people, but there was no one he recognized.

People gathered together in twos and threes, talking quietly, and some stood alone with indifferent expressions. The nobles not far away were all gloomy and gloomy.

Garen did not see Goethe's figure.

Ever since the Grand Duke spent his life colliding with the strange bird yesterday, the monster army suffered heavy losses and finally retreated. The strange bird was also seriously injured and staggered away.

The war situation has temporarily stabilized.

But Goethe was nowhere to be seen.

Garen sighed. Originally, he only came here to make friends with Goth to seek his own interests, but he didn't expect that after seeing the scenes that happened in history, he felt uncomfortable.

Two middle-aged men and women soon walked into the mourning hall, both wearing white gold armor and white robes with silver edges.

"Lord Vesta, Lord Canaan." The person greeting the guest took the initiative to step forward and greet him respectfully.

"The war is tense and we can only stay for a short time." The man Canaan nodded solemnly. He and Vesta are now the two strongest three-type 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 push the inner city too hard. The situation has also been greatly eased.

A group of people complimented the two people and walked towards the coffin. Those who ask about the situation, those who are worried, those who want reassurance.

A large crowd of people gathered around 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 looked up and saw that the surroundings were sparse and almost no one could be seen. There were only some numb-looking people walking on the street. Most of the people took refuge in pre-constructed fortifications.

Garen searched everywhere and found no trace of Goethe.

The city is deserted now, and there are too many places to hide. After walking to the street and strolling for a while, Garen was finally ready to leave the inner city through the tunnel.

"Gallon?"

A confused voice came from a passing carriage.

Garen turned around and looked at the black carriage that stopped beside him.

"Who are you?"

The carriage door curtain opened, revealing a solemn man's face. "I met at Goethe's house that day. Why don't you come up and have a chat?"

Garen hesitated. "good."

He opened the curtain, got on the carriage, and sat on the right side of the man.

The carriage shook slightly and started to move again.

The man looked calmly at the street outside. "I went to investigate Goethe's house that day, and I happened to see you walking out of it. How was it? Is the situation clear?"

Garen shook his head. "I'm completely confused now. Goethe was controlled by someone and killed his father. Who controlled him? And what happened to Jessica?"

A trace of heaviness flashed across the man's face.

"We have made a preliminary investigation into this matter, but only a few high-level officials know about it. All of this comes from Goethe's mother, Joanlia Jess."

"Jace?" Garen's eyes suddenly focused.

"You also know?" The man glanced at Garen in surprise. "As a first-class totem master, you are quite well-informed. I happened to meet you on the street, and I will explain the situation clearly to you. If you meet Goth, please enlighten him more."

Garen nodded.

The man fell silent, seeming to be organizing how to describe what happened next.

The carriage also slowed down very considerately.

"Actually, whether it was Jessica being turned into silver and taking away the Heart of Dragon Shadow, or Goth assassinating his father. These were all arranged in advance." He finally spoke slowly.

The deep voice echoed slowly in the carriage, appearing more solemn.

"Qionlia Jess was originally one of the top leaders of the Black Sky Society. She lurked in Titan City, but unexpectedly fell in love with the Grand Duke. We don't know how much happened in the middle, but later, it should be Jess gave up her position for love, gave up everything about herself, and chose love. She also became pregnant with Goethe. When she gave up everything, she discovered that the Grand Duke really loved not her. "

The man paused.

"Jess is an extremely arrogant 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 liked her just for fun. At that time, the Grand Duke was young, handsome, and talented. There were too many people who liked him. They were not very interested in such a pretty woman. Then... the tragedy began."

"It seems that this is the root of everything." Garen breathed out. "As deep as the love is, so is the hatred. She has been planning on Goethe for twenty years, and it finally has an effect."

"Life," the man said with emotion, "We will make many mistakes and wrong choices in our life, but we must never make mistakes irreversible." He seemed to be thinking of his own life.

"So where is Jace now?" Garen asked the most critical question, the most important question to him.

"Dead." The man smiled helplessly, "Otherwise, do you think Goethe's Black Domain Bird can be activated so easily? That is a top-level totem that has only appeared once in history!"

It was already afternoon when we got off the carriage.

The orange-red sunlight dyed the entire inner city a golden red.

Garen looked at the carriage going away and stood at the door of the war guild headquarters. He felt a little complicated for a moment.

He still remembered Goethe's mother, a very gentle and beautiful middle-aged woman. She always gave people a feeling of spring breeze. He always felt that he couldn't see through her, but he didn't expect that there was such deep hatred hidden in her heart.

"If she is Jess, maybe everything makes sense." He touched the deducer in his arms, "The deducers have the function of contacting them at any time. If Jace wants to lurk and implement his plan. Then. Naturally, you can’t bring the inferring device with you. Maybe she will destroy her inferring device directly and ask the headquarters to get a new one. In this case, it should be arranged that this inferring device will appear near Titan City."

His mind was racing and he was almost trying to figure everything out.

"Because Jess didn't want the deducer at all, maybe even Goth detonating the furnace and destroying the base was directed by her." Although this explanation still has this flaw, it is already perfect.

Before entering the War Guild, Garen took one last look towards the Duke's Palace.

He didn't know what state Goethe was in now, but it was obvious that he must be on the verge of collapse.

"Life," Garen sighed, turned around and walked into the guild. He knew that now was the critical moment for Goethe's true transformation.

The Grand Duke was eventually destroyed because of his ruthlessness. Although his behavior is common among nobles in this world, unfortunately, he chose the wrong person.

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Half a month later.

Garen sat at the desk and quietly studied the second technique.

In Zhuhong's study, Angel and Leilan occupied a corner respectively.

Angel kept tossing a silver knife in his hand, with a playful smile on his lips. From time to time, his eyes glanced at Garen. She was wearing tight-fitting brown leather armor, and her slender legs were wrapped in brown leather pants. She looked like a jungle hunter who was out hunting.

Leilan was dressed in a gray robe, with a hood covering her terrifying face. She sat in a wheelchair with hostility, staring at Angel beside her with some jealousy.

"I also want to join my brother's yoke of war." Lei Lan said in a low voice.

The pen tip in Garen's hand stopped for a moment, and he looked up at Lei Lan.

Angel also looked at Lei Lan in surprise, and the knife in his hand stopped slightly.

"I don't allow women who are more beautiful than me to get too close to my brother." Lei Lan said gloomily without concealing it.

Garen was immediately speechless. With Lei Lan's current condition, doesn't it mean that even a sixty-year-old aunt can't get close to him?

Lei Lan didn't take it seriously at all, her eyes as cold as a poisonous snake swept over Angel. "There are too many ways to make a person's life worse than death." She pointedly pointed, slowly turning the wheelchair 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 hadn't been your sister, I would have really wanted to slap her to death!"

Garen didn't know what to say. Should he be grateful that his brainwashing was so successful, or should he be troubled by Leilan's too extreme ideas?

"You should be a little more patient. In fact, Leilan people are quite good." He could only comfort him like this.

"Okay? Didn't you see that your little maid was so frightened that she turned pale all day long?" Angel was speechless. "The workshop master in my regiment was also frightened to the point where he only dared to live on the first floor. Doesn't your sister only want to be a woman? Are you all jealous?"