Mysterious journey

near Galliville University

Gallon encountered no other attacks along the way, and arrived at the house in the suburbs without any danger. It was already evening. Jay has already brought people over in person and just arrived here.

"Boss." A group of new senior executives of men in black, led by Jay, uniformly greeted Garen.

Gallon nodded, got out of the car, and walked into the villa door under the guidance of Jay and others.

Several Nighthawk members opened the door for him respectfully and led the way across the lawn to an open space behind the house.

There were several trucks parked in the open space, with black cloth draped over them, and they were full of people who didn’t know what they were.

"Boss, these are the goods we received this time." Jay lowered his head and said respectfully.

He and several of his men quietly waited for Garen's inspection.

Garen stepped forward and lifted a corner of the black cloth with the bright light of the lamp on the side. The huge black boxes inside were revealed.

He vaguely felt from inside the box that a vague aura of potential was lingering around.

After looking around for a week, more than a dozen of his subordinates spread out consciously and stood on guard all around. Their waists were bulging and their eyes were alluring.

"There are three trucks of goods here, with a total of one hundred and twenty-five items. I will recover the rest as soon as possible." Jay reported in a low voice.

Garen nodded with satisfaction.

"I believe you. Let's put all the things here into the villa. In addition, find more people to take care of this house. It's too deserted for me to live alone."

"Okay." Jay nodded quickly. After whispering a few instructions to his men, another group of people immediately walked in and began to open the boxes and move things into the villa.

Vasees, mirrors, tableware, oil paintings, and even very old music boxes, etc., all kinds of things were carefully brought into the villa and placed in one room under Gallon's instructions.

‘What do you want these artifacts for? ’ Hesas asked in his ear without explanation. ‘The void creatures are approaching again soon, and you still have time to take care of these boring things. ’

"Can't you see?" Garen did not answer, but asked casually.

‘What do you see? ’ Hesas obviously doesn’t know the existence of potential points on antiques.

"I prefer collecting cultural relics." Garen responded casually.

The transportation of cultural relics was not completely completed until midnight. The group of people gradually evacuated the villa. Under the leadership of Jay, some people who guarded the villa were left behind, and most of the others drove back to the Men in Black branch.

The Men in Black is headquartered in Africa, and the Nighthawk headquarters is in the United States because of Galleon. Either side can mobilize enough manpower, even elites.

It wasn't until everyone left completely that Garen stayed alone in the storage room containing the cultural relics.

He looked at the dazzling array of cultural relics, some of which exuded potential, while others were just ordinary antiques.

It took most of the night to separate these antiques one by one, put aside the useless antiques, and take out the potential bronzes separately.

Among them, the total number of antiques with potential values ​​is forty-five, and most of them contain several potential points. Only three of them contain at least ten potential points.

One of them was a mask, some strange and ancient black and red mask. Garen couldn't even feel how much potential there was in it. He just felt it was vast, at least ten or more, maybe twenty or thirty.

The timely delivery of this batch of cultural relics made him feel much better, and the injuries on his body seemed to be much lighter.

‘Besides having some historical value as a collection, what else can things like cultural relics do? ’ Hesas said naggingly.

Garen simply turned a deaf ear. Just by being in this room, he could feel that his body was continuously absorbing the potential breath emanating from the antique artifacts.

He glanced at the attribute bar below his field of vision. The potential value was slowly and vaguely beating. Although it was slow, it was indeed increasing.

He casually picked up a pocket watch, and the potential breath inside was quickly inhaled into his body. The cool air flowed into his wrist, into his forearm, then rushed up to his shoulder and went straight into his brain.

The potential points instantly increased by more than three points. Moreover, there are still remaining potential points that are slowly increasing their input. It will take at least a week for this pocket watch to completely absorb them.

Absorbing from antiques is not as fast as killing in the totem world, but this kind of treasure is long-lasting and continuous.

Garen glanced out the window. The sky was slightly brighter, and the night passed by. The injuries on his body began to recover slowly in some places because he did not get a good rest.

After looking at the various cultural relics and antiques in front of him, Garen simply didn't bother to go to school. He just lay down among a pile of cultural relics and fell asleep on an old clean copper bed.

The fastest way to absorb it is to stay with these cultural relics every moment.

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time flies.

Fast forward a few months

Under the night sky, a white car slowly parked in front of an independent villa in the suburbs, and the automatic iron door slowly opened by remote control.

Gallon sat in the driver's seat and drove quietly into the villa garden, past the fountain, around a corner and slowly drove into the underground garage under the guidance of the maid.

Bang.

He opened the door and got out of the car. Slowly walked out of the garage.

At night, the sky is filled with stars, densely packed like countless light blue diamonds embedded in the night sky.

Garon was wearing a black slim-fitting suit and walked along the lawn into the door of his villa, which was brightly lit. Two people who had not seen each other for a long time were already sitting there.

Quentin and Sedon.

Both of them seemed to be concentrating with their eyes closed. When they heard the door opening and footsteps, they opened their eyes and looked towards the door at the same time.

Seeing that it was Garen, they stood up one after another.

"President."

Two honorifics sounded one after another.

Garen has recently been busy absorbing potential points and practicing dreaming skills with great concentration. In terms of dreaming skills, he has been quite effective in concentrating his attention and clearly realizing that he is dreaming. To his surprise, this kind of training seems to It was helpful to his level of secret martial arts. As his dreaming skills improved, he felt that the level of secret martial arts that he had not touched for a long time had made progress.

The Killing Hand seems to have taken on new changes, and even Hesas didn't expect it. Garen's Killing Hand was actually practiced under the influence of the Northern Halberdier's Cold Flame True Water Evil Technique. It is not a pure killing magic technique. There seems to be some kind of wonderful change in it. It is unclear what this change is. Whether it is good or bad can only be determined step by step.

In the past few months, he had been attacked by white dolls several times, but as he became more and more proficient in dealing with it, the terrifying level of fighting realm above the King of the Century allowed him to find him in a very short time. Apart from the shortcomings of the white doll, it is easier to deal with the white doll, and with the increase in potential points, it can quickly recover from injuries. The moment he was able to stay awake and maintain his own consciousness in a dream, the two or three white dolls were worthless to him.

If you can maintain your self-awareness, you can use your secret martial arts and power without any hindrance. It's countless times stronger than the passive attack.

Even without the help of Hesas, he can now easily deal with several white dolls, fully demonstrating the general-level strength Hesas once mentioned. In the past few months, he even killed more than ten white dolls one after another.

But all his energy was focused on void creatures, which also made him not pay attention to the normal affairs of this world for a long time. In this life of rapidly regaining strength and improving himself, everything else was put behind his mind.

Now, his average physical quality has been continuously improved with the support of the continuously recovered cultural relics, and he has also accumulated more than two hundred potential points. If it weren't for the fact that adding all of them to his physical fitness has no effect on the dream, He had already used it all to strengthen his body.

"It's rare that you come to me. Is there something more important?" Garen asked the maid to bring three cups of green tea. Although he was in a European-style environment, he still didn't like drinking coffee. Drinking that kind of thing would make his mouth sore. , far less comfortable than tea.

Quentin frowned slightly. This beautiful and hot girl was always cheerful, but now she seemed a little hesitant.

"Let me do the talking." At this time, Sedon looked like a normal young man entering society. He was in a straight suit, dressed in gray and white, his hair was neatly styled, and there was not much left on his beard.

"President, we are here this time to ask you to mediate."

Sedon's attitude seemed extremely serious.

"Mediation?" Garen smiled.

Now, because of the large number of potential points in the cultural relics, he has begun to quickly recover his physical fitness. His body has gradually begun to improve his average physical fitness. At this time, every move seems to have a powerful aura, as if it is gravity and unconsciously affects everyone. people's attention.

"What aspect are you talking about?" He stared at Sedon calmly.

Seidon always felt that Garen's eyes were like bottomless abyss whirlpools, and he unconsciously lowered his head.

"It's about Hoseman and Damm."

"Hossiman and Dam?" Gallon touched his chin, "Don't they always have a good relationship?"

"At nine-twenty last night, the two sides officially started a war." Sedon whispered, "Both of them were crazy. They actually shot and killed people directly in the downtown area. Both families are now at full-scale war. Dam even The special police force was activated using connections, and here Hossiman directly dispatched mercenaries."

"They are all adults and have their own persistence. In fact, at this level, my intervention has no effect. Once a grudge is formed, it will not be easily lifted. Since they choose to take action, they must consider all aspects. Here we are." Garen smiled slightly and said calmly. "Besides, isn't this great? Strong men are never afraid of fighting, and fighting is also a way for our martial arts to evolve."