Mysterious journey

The child's golden wheel cloth only has 20,000 yuan left, which may not be enough to buy this thing.

Garen pondered for a moment.

"Forget it for now, I'll wait until I raise enough money."

Elemental things are good, but that doesn't mean they're the only ones here.

Garen's main worry is that after the assassination begins, the imperial capital will be in chaos. If the war guild is also affected and cannot provide upgraded war shackles, it will be really troublesome.

The old man was also slightly disappointed, but he showed no trace of betrayal. "That's okay. Since the customer doesn't have enough funds, it's okay to wait until later to buy it. We have a stable and long-term supply source for such virtual medals, and I believe you won't be disappointed."

"Oh? Can it be imitated?" Garen's eyes lit up.

The old man smiled and said nothing.

"In this case, let's take our leave first." Garen thought for a while and then planned to leave.

"I'll send the guests out."

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Deep inside the palace

Di Lusi was wearing a dark red slim-fitting dress, sitting quietly on the princess's seat, holding her chin in one hand, her eyes blurred and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The hall was dark, there was no lamp, only a black shadow faintly flowing in the corner.

The cold moonlight came in from outside the door and fell on the ground in the middle of the hall.

"How is the situation?" Di Lusi's lips moved slightly, but her voice was whispered into the shadows in the corner.

"The Minister of Defense is fixing the loopholes in the Air Defense Bureau and will not be back before tomorrow morning. Something happened to the disciple of Captain Aydin and he went to deal with it. Now that person is the only one left next to Aivik." A high-pitched voice It came from a dark corner.

"Are everything ready?" Di Lusi said calmly.

"Everything is fine. As long as we succeed, all exit routes will be completely activated. You will be able to evacuate the royal capital within five minutes."

Di Lusi nodded.

"Where are the three generals of Vesga's Tooth Dragon?"

"Went with the Minister of Defense."

"In other words, apart from the defensive forces of the three major agencies on the periphery, there are no top totem masters at the core of the palace?"

"That's natural."

"That's good." Di Lusi nodded with satisfaction.

Looking at the moon-white halo on the ground. There was a faint flash of Vesga's prim and serious face in her eyes.

"Wesga, we have been fighting for so long. This time, I want to see how you end it." A proud smile appeared at the corner of her mouth involuntarily.

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Garen walked out of the guild with the child. The more he thought about it, the more likely he was to assassinate him. He didn't care about anything else. He didn't even have time to wait for Angel at the guild, so he went straight to the palace area.

There are many experts gathered in the entire royal capital, but there are at most only a few people who can be stronger than him.

This was so that as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the palace, he was stopped by several elite guards.

These people were obviously waiting for him.

"It's so late. I wonder why Viscount Garonne came to the palace?" The team was led by a man covered in white armor. His face was even wrapped in a white helmet. His voice was dull. Through the gap in the helmet, you could see A pair of shining eyes.

Garen stood in front of the entrance to the palace. Behind him was the audience area that only nobles could enter. There were basically no outsiders, and they were all guarded and cleared by guards.

He glanced at the white-armored guard in front of him. A slight smile on his face.

"His Majesty once promised me a set of Storm Black Dove totem inheritance, but unfortunately I never had time to go to the palace warehouse to get it. Today I suddenly remembered it, so I came over to get it back."

"Storm Black Dove?" A trace of envy flashed in the guard captain's eyes. He had also heard about this reward, which was one of the few generous rewards His Majesty had given to the totem inheritance in recent years. "So that's it, then please forgive me for the offence."

"It doesn't matter." Garen nodded. He looked back at the child. "Are you coming with me, or are you?"

Before the child came, Galleon had warned him that this time might be a bit dangerous. If Garen said there was danger in his tone, it might be a huge crisis for him. So he shook his head without any show of force.

"I'll wait for you outside."

"No, you go back to the agency headquarters and wait for news from me." Garen smiled and whispered.

Although the child didn't know why he arranged it like this, he still nodded seriously and turned around and left without hesitation.

Garen looked around.

It is surrounded by tall black and gray stone buildings. The stone walls of the palace wrap up the place, forming a small square in a depression.

Rows of white-armored guards stood on both sides of the square.

But for some reason, when Garen looked at these guards, he always felt that the situation was a little different than usual.

But I can’t tell specifically what the difference is.

Under the leadership of the white-armored guards, he walked directly in from the main entrance of the palace.

Pass through the black corridors and cross two black stone halls. It can be seen that the guards in the hall are also much sparser.

Not far away, he saw a black heavy-armored swordsman running towards him from behind with heavy footsteps.

"Your Majesty, Viscount Gallon, your Majesty is watching the strength competition in the Haibo Palace. Please come and visit with us."

"Strength competition?" Garen was slightly startled, knowing what kind of competition this was.

There is not much entertainment inside the palace, and Avic is an extremely martial emperor, so he created an internal ranking competition. All ministers and family members, including children of the royal family, must participate in this internal competition to exclude Kuwait from the Silver Palace. Top 100.

Of course, this ranking does not include actual combat experience, it is just a competition. Similar to sports activities. Those who enter the top 100 will be awarded the title of Silver Palace Silver Wing Master.

Garen did not expect that tonight, instead of holding a ceremony in advance, an internal Silver Palace qualifying match would be held.

"It just so happens that I haven't seen the Silver Palace game either." Garen agreed happily.

Along with the black-armored guards, Garen turned and walked toward the other side of the passage.

After passing through an open-air corridor, a spacious and huge white stone square suddenly appeared in front.

In the middle of the square, a square high platform was built, on which two giant beasts were colliding crazily, one bear and one tiger, one black and one gold.

The two giant beasts roared wildly. The black bear was extremely fast, but the golden tiger was in decline. From time to time, he wanted to light up the golden halo in his mouth, but was interrupted every time by the black bear's palm.

Two young men in rich attire stood behind the two totem beasts, one with a proud face and the other with a pale face. Obviously the winner is about to be decided.

The high platform is surrounded by a circle of black-armored guards, and a group of people wearing white clothes surround Aiwek and sit on another platform parallel to the high platform, watching the competition on the stage from a distance.

Avic is surrounded by mostly aristocratic children and royal princes dressed in white attire. But the ones closest to him were the princesses wearing white lace dresses.

The youngest princess was sitting on Aiweike's lap, gently held in his arms, looking attentively at the competition on the high platform.

There were also several people wearing clothes of different colors, also in aristocratic style. They were obviously from outside the royal family like Garen.

These people are all young and look extremely immature.

"Viscount Terry Jones is here!"

A maid shouted loudly.

Most of the people watching the battle immediately turned their heads and looked in the direction Garen was walking from.

Most of the royal family members had faint curiosity and fear in their eyes. Several young men were seriously jealous.

"Haha, Gallon is here!" Avic stood up and waved to Gallon. "It just so happens that the Silver Palace qualifying competition starts not long ago. Do you want to give it a try too?"

"There are so many masters in the Silver Palace, but I am afraid that I am not strong enough." Garen responded modestly. Under the leadership of the maid, she actually walked to sit next to Aiweike.

"You are too modest." Avic patted Galen on the shoulder to show affection. "You may as well come and accompany me to see the strength of the young people running for the Silver Palace this year. You can also be a judge and give scores."

"score?"

There were four princes and six princesses around. Although the eldest princess was not there, the second princess and the fourth princess, two equally favored princesses, were also there. At this time, I heard that there was Galleung among the candidates for evaluation. Suddenly his face changed color slightly.

To be able to serve as a judge of ratings, at least the strength must be at the forefront of the entire Silver Palace. At least top ten.

Garen's record is very strong, but to say that it can rank in the top ten of the entire Silver Palace is unconvincing. You must know that the Silver Palace, driven by Avic, includes the most powerful totem masters in the entire empire. It can be said to be the pinnacle organization that symbolizes the strength of the entire Kuwaitan people. Being able to rank among the top ten means that Now, he is nominally among the top ten in the entire Kuwaitan, and his influence is too great.

Bang! !

At this time, the winner was decided on the stage. The black bear actually gave birth to a thick black scaled giant tail, like a crocodile tail, and hit the golden tiger's side hard, beating it until it was dying and unable to resist anymore.

The totem master of the black bear was raising his hands in the air and saluting in the direction of Aiweike.

"The new candidate, Sir Lyon, wins!"

"Now the royal family's highest technological achievement is awarded - Silver Wings!" A male guard nearby announced the verdict loudly. There were also maids carrying gift trays up to the high platform.

Garen sat down next to Avic, and immediately heard Avic's voice asking him.

"Garen, what do you think of the strength of those two people just now?"

He pondered for a moment.

"Judging from their age, it's pretty good to have reached the level of Type II elites. I just don't know which family's children actually have such great potential."

"He is just an heir of a small family who has just entered the capital. But since he has potential, he is the elite talent of our Kuwaitan. We will naturally train him well." Avic shook his head, "The next group!"

"Next group!!" The guard passed on his instructions.

Soon, two more young people wearing different clothes came on stage.

One person is wearing a white wig and is a woman. The other person was wearing tight black leather pants with black daggers of unknown purpose tied to them. She was also a woman.

After the two came on stage, they each saluted. Then they released a white wild boar and a black vulture with red wings.

The two men confronted each other on the high platform.

Garen accompanied Aiweike to watch the battle. He was completely uninterested in these second-type totem masters who were just ordinary totem elites.

Type 2 totem masters are compared to type 1. They already have certain special abilities, but they are not strong, there are not many types, the variety is not enough, and the natural viewing ability is not strong enough. Although there are totem masters with spells to make up for it, there are too few totem masters who can release the spells.

The game went on one after another, and after six games, a young man who knew how to use magic appeared.

But even so, Garen dozed off watching it.

"Don't worry, the one who comes next has something to do with you, Garen." Avic looked at him with a smile. He seemed to notice his boredom.

"It has something to do with me?" Garen asked doubtfully.

"Yeah, speaking of which, this little guy's grandfather is Earl Baixi. The Hitler family has always had a good relationship with your Terry Jones family." Avic explained.

Gallon immediately recalled that this Earl of Baixi was indeed related to Vindman and was one of the relatives of the Terry Jones family in the imperial capital.

When he first came to the imperial capital, the other party sent an invitation, but he didn't have time to attend.

After thinking carefully in his mind, Garen smiled. Ahashia's mother is the daughter of Earl Baixi, which means that Earl Baixi is also the grandfather of Garon's body.

"According to the relationship, he should call me cousin."

Avic smiled.

"His name is Ren Xitra, and he is the most promising totem master of this generation in the Xitra family. As the same generation, you should get closer and closer."

"Of course." Garen smiled slightly.

Soon, Renshitra came on stage. He was a handsome man with the same blond hair. He was only twenty years old and his eyes were rare purple. Wearing a slim-fitting white samurai uniform, he only wore a silver-patterned leather holster on his right shoulder.

He first saluted His Majesty, and then added a separate salute to Gallon.

Then with a single move, a solid white owl appeared on his right shoulder. What's strange is that this owl's body is flashing with blue electric light from time to time.

Garen suddenly smiled slightly.

It seems that this little guy is extremely friendly to him, plus, he is the first person with a good totem momentum after taking the stage so far. Suddenly I felt a sense of identity with him.

That thunder owl is obviously not an ordinary Type 2 totem.

"It looks good." Garen said calmly.

"How about you judge this game?" Avic glanced at him.

"Is it okay?" Garen was surprised.

"sure."

"Isn't this against the rules, Father?" The fourth princess whispered coquettishly on the side.

She glanced at Garen quickly, her eyes full of deep fear.