He gently closed the illustrated book and looked out the window at the retreating grassland.

In the distance, a group of cows and white sheep were sparsely wandering among the grass, and the wind blew the grass to keep falling, waving layers of wave-like ripples.

"What a terrible silver lantern master," he sighed with emotion, "If I face a lava wolf" he stopped speaking, but simply imagined it. No matter how he simulated, he was completely defeated, and he couldn't even get close, so he was easily killed.

"It seems that we have to quickly choose the core totem and become a real silver lantern master as soon as possible before we can officially intervene in this shijie. There is only a year and a half left. ”

Garon put the illustrated book into his baggage, held his silver-white cane the length of his forearm, closed his eyes, and began to look at the attribute and skill bars below his field of vision.

Below the skill bar, a translucent red symbol is faintly flashing, like a growing embryo, beating and flashing with a heart-like red halo.

This was discovered by Garon yesterday, and upon closer inspection, he found that inside this embryo, it seems to be a delicate 3D image of a fluorescent butterfly.

This made him overjoyed, and he had always hoped that the ability would help him in his path to the Silver Lantern, otherwise it would have been impossible to catch up with those elite Silver Lanternists in more than a year.

And now we can finally see a little hope.

The ability seems to be slowly encompassing the totemic fluorescent butterfly.

"Today's pattern is going to be clearer again. Garon retracted his gaze, "I guess returning to the manor will really show a concrete effect." But we can't just put our hopes on that. It is also necessary to sit and prepare in many ways. ”

What he lacks now is the core totem.

The picture when shuttling is blurry in all battles. It's obviously too complicated and too volatile. All you can see is a mess of color. Probably only the strength can be judged by the degree of shaking. It's just that the specific totemic form can't be seen clearly.

Garon refused to choose the totem of the Dasula School, mainly because he wanted to find a totem that was strong enough to use as his confidence in the future.

But such a totem must be a detailed knowledge inheritance, how to cultivate, how to care, and what conditions are needed. Even the environment and time are required.

It's just that he already has a certain plan.

As the carriage arrives in the towns it passes, Garon constantly changes carriages or joins caravanserans. Soon approached the border of the province of Green Forest,

Midorimori Province is a park province covered by large forests and forests, and there is an endless stream of tourists.

Gallon arrives in Ferendor, a small city between the province of Hana and the Green Forest. From here. Hop aboard a sightseeing coach and head to Terry Jones Territory in the middle of the Green Forest.

Between the verdant forests, two rectangular oxcarts like white buses slowly advance in the sea of trees.

The tour guide, the daughter of a hunter, is holding a flare-shaped paper tube, and is loudly introducing the customs of the green forest to the passengers on the bus.

The bus was full of tourists, mostly couples and partners. There is also a family of three. There are workers, there are merchants. There were also petty nobles, officers, and so on. There were more than 20 men and women, young and old, in a car.

Pulling the cart is a sturdy black bull, with four heads and more than one meter tall, which is equivalent to a strong version of the average black bull. From time to time there was a low roar.

From time to time, the wheels snapped over small rocks and small dirt pits, and they were a little shaky.

Garon sat on the left side of the Zuihou row of the car, by the window.

He was still dressed in a gray robe, with a black leather case at his feet, and his body was neatly kept. He looks like a young teacher in a university, and he has a very polite temperament.

Across from him sat two men, a middle-aged priest dressed in white and black, and a young girl who was silent.

The two seemed to be together, and they didn't speak when they got into the car, and the atmosphere seemed to be a little awkward.

It has been more than half an hour since the two got into the car, and they haven't said a word. Instead, the four people sitting across from each other on the left were talking. The four were two young newlyweds, and the men were blowing hot with each other, and you talked about a glorious history, and I talked about a strange story. The two wives boasted about what they had bought at home and where they had imported it. And what kind of food was eaten and what kind of chef cooked it.

Two pairs of petty bourgeois families who love vanity get together, and the result is that the people around them are also influenced by them, and they begin to point out in various ways that they are not easy to mess with, and they can be related to whoever they are.

So the poor guide lady could only talk about the customs of the green forest by herself, although no one seemed to listen to her at all.

Of course, there were a few people who didn't like to get involved, like Garon and the priest and the girl sitting across from him. And the front seat next to them, an old white-haired couple and a young male officer.

Garon reviewed his understanding of the basic techniques for a while, and felt that his brain was a little tired, so he paused and rested for a while.

He looked out the window, and there was a metal street sign that seemed to be marked with something. He didn't have time to see it.

"Where are you now?" Garon politely asked the black-claded priest.

"Esenhar, it's written on the sign. The priest replied with a gentle smile.

The girl next to her let out a sneer,

"We turned left, now we are going to White Skycar. Don't talk nonsense if you don't see it clearly!"

"Maybe I'm wrong, sorry. The priest smiled at Garon in a cultured manner. "If it's white gascar, it's almost an hour away. He pulled out a pocket watch and looked at the time.

"That's quick, after White Gascar it should be Terry Jones, right?" asked Garon again.

"Yes. The Terry Jones family are local lords and nobles, and have always maintained the original appearance of the territory very well. It's a great place for sightseeing. The priest nodded.

"We can see black swans there!" the girl scrambled, "God, there are as many black swans there as there are ducks." It's a famous spectacle!"

"But banditry is also rampant there. We're not going to be robbed, are we?" said a man from the two couples on the left, interjecting worriedly.

"No, it won't. It is said that some time ago, the bandits there were almost wiped out. The priest replied gently. "I used to go there to see a new chapel. I have visited the planner of the territory, and I know a little bit about the situation. ”

"The planner there should still be Zink, right? Sinkjiera, an Imperial official from Hana. The man asked.

"You know him, too?" the priest was slightly surprised.

"We've met a few times, and he's a very well-educated person, and we met him at a concert. The man replied with a slight smugness.

"Planning Officer Zinke is said to have been transferred from the place where unrest has occurred in Hana province. The priest frowned and said,

"Turmoil? Are you talking about the damned Nell thugs? I heard that the southwest is now very serious, and the consuls of several cities have fled," the man lowered his voice.

"Empire affairs, don't talk nonsense!" the wife beside the man gently tugged at him.

Immediately neither the men nor the clergy said more. It's just that the expression is a little serious. They all noticed that the male officer sitting in the front row was glancing at the place. His gaze was a little cold.

Garon's heart moved.

"You just said there was unrest in the southwest?" he said, staring intently at the priest and the man who had just spoken.

"Don't talk about it, this kind of national event. Or don't say it on such occasions as well. The priest reminded in a low voice.

"Can you tell me which cities are in turmoil?" Garon lowered his voice, looking very interested.

The man on the side couldn't help but answer. "I heard that it's Cloud Light City and White Rose City. ”

"White Rose!" Garon shook slightly, and a black and white square banner suddenly appeared in his memory, and the black on the left side was pure pitch black. The white on the right is the white rose flower, which symbolizes purity and nobility.

"It's finally begun," he said, feeling a little heavy.

The wheels of history are finally rolling and beginning to roll.

Galleon sorted out the axis of history. It all started with the big battle between the Black Heavens Society and the Royal Alliance.

And this White Rose Rebellion is the beginning of the Black Sky Society's action. It was also the beginning of the end of thousands of years of rule by the royal alliance.

Under the scorching flames of the Black Sky Society, the huge and bloated corrupt body of the Royal Alliance completely collapsed in just one year.

"The royal alliance won't collapse so easily. Garon began to think carefully in his heart, "According to the established history, the overall strength of the Royal Alliance is much stronger in the early and middle stages than the Black Sky Society. It's just that a large amount of combat power has been co-opted internally, and there are internal and external troubles. In addition, the alliance is fighting on its own, and they still want to annex each other with ambitions and do not go to the rescue. This led to the outbreak of the Second Turmoil and the Third World War. ”

"The stupid royal family of kings thought that this unrest, as before, would not be extinguished in a long time, and then they would divide up the national interests that had been emptied from the turmoil. It's a pity that this time is different. Garon sat alone in his seat, his heart fluttering.

The Battle of the White Rose was an action by the Black Sky Society to challenge and test the authority of the Royal Alliance. They still thought that the royal alliance was powerful and colossal, and they did not dare to provoke a conflict on a large scale. Unexpectedly, the results far exceeded their expectations.

A simple small-scale upheaval finally wiped out the small empire in which it was located, and there was a tendency to burn all over the surrounding countries.

Garon's heart quickly coiled.

"This turmoil was unstoppable, and soon two months later, war officially broke out, and the Black Sky Society declared war on the royal family in an all-out way. This war will spread to every corner of the entire Shijie, and there is nowhere to hide. The silver lantern masters were also completely exposed to the public. Participate in the army and fight to the death. I have to identify my core totem within these two months, otherwise the war breaks out and my father is transferred to war, and my safety is the main concern. ”

This is the first shijie battle of this shijie. The Black Sky Society provoked wars in twenty-three countries and launched the most powerful charge against the traditional Shili royal alliance, and they ignited the flames of war in the whole Shijie not by regular means, but by the way of the Silver Lantern Master.

Garon remembers that in the first Shijie War, the Black Sky Society used the totem as its foundation to create an innumerable army of terrifying non-humans, destroying everything like a natural disaster. The royal alliance was crumbling and large areas of territory were occupied.

Over the course of a year, the royal family was finally defeated and shijie was in chaos.

But in this near-apocalyptic situation, three extremely powerful and young heroes emerge. Grand Duke of Gothic, Prince Alexander, and Queen Joan Annise.

The city where the three of them are located has become the front line of the fight against the Black Sky Society, and at the same time, it has also saved the three major institutions that are about to collapse. Become the resistance banner of the royal alliance zuihou.

What Garon wants to do now is to find his own powerful enough core totem from this turmoil. (To be continued......)