After careful consideration, Garon had dinner and told Lara to ask if there was any answer from Emperor Bixia. Then I continued to delve into the experiment of reading practical manuscript materials.

For several days in a row, there was no news from the heralds of the royal palace stationed at the pass.

Garon also went to the periphery of the royal capital, but the streets were unusually deserted, there were few pedestrians, the royal capital implemented military control, and the entry and exit gates required a very troublesome permit review, and all materials were managed in a unified manner. It's deserted everywhere.

Until the sixth day.

Finally, the audience was approved, and King Bixia had decided to summon him, but only ten minutes later.

Sitting in the white carriage that entered the customs, Garon did not pull up the curtains, but sat quietly in the middle of the carriage, closing his eyes and recuperating.

There were carriages in front and back, and inside were the local nobles who had met him like him. If it weren't for the Green Cranberry Ball, Garon estimated that he would be a local lord who had lost power, and it would be impossible for him to get the king's audience.

He sat in the car and pondered the exchange request for this meeting. Handed over the green cranberry ball this is what he has been thinking about for a long time, among the three emperors, only the king of Covetan is the most ambitious, and the wind reputation is also the best, and handing it over to him should be able to maximize the benefits.

It's just another thing, and it's a bit of a hassle how to deal with it. The Black Sky Society assassinated the King of Covetan, this operation was successful, is it to remind the other party, or

It is unlikely that a foreign nobleman who suddenly appeared would say in front of the king that his wife was a spy. Without evidence or evidence, it is considered light not to be accused of slander and sent to death row.

And even if it is successfully exposed, it will be faced with identity exposure at that time. The main force of the Black Sky Society is in full pursuit. The royal alliance doesn't necessarily protect him.

Thinking all the way, the carriage didn't know when it stopped. There was a faint sound of music outside, which seemed to be a violin.

"It's time to get off. The guard driving the car reminded.

Garon pulled open the door and jumped out of the carriage, which was at the end of a deserted street, in front of which was a pencil-tipped black stone gate, the black iron gate half open. Inside is a spacious corridor that leads into an open-air garden far away.

On the left side of the hallway stood a line of guards, all dressed in black armor. It looks heavy and mighty.

Garon heard the sound of music coming from the tall black fort on the left, faintly in the side hall of the palace.

"Let's go. "The herald was a tall, handsome young man with a white wig. A white undershirt with a red vest on the outside. The man glanced at Garon faintly, then turned and walked into the hallway first.

Garon noticed that the nobles who had come down from the other two carriages did not stop at this entrance, but at the remaining two entrances.

"Didn't they go to the audience together?"

The handsome man glanced at Garon.

"You should be honored that Bixia has only decided to summon you today alone. They were summoned by Her Royal Highness Princess Celestia. ”

Garon nodded. Follow the man into the hallway.

The two of them walked briskly through the black corridor, the entire corridor was almost more than seven meters high and wide, unusually wide, and walking on the smooth black stone floor, they could still hear the faint echo of crisp footsteps.

Walk through the hallway. Walk to the side of the open-air garden.

The garden is full of all kinds of flowers, red and yellow. The most are white, and the white flowers are as big as basins. A group of richly dressed girls were chattering in the garden, not knowing what to talk about, and they were very happy. A few girls even sat on top of huge white flowers like basins, and they didn't even fall to the ground.

When these girls saw the handsome man leading the way, they greeted him one after another, and seemed to be very familiar with him.

The men responded politely one by one, unusually calm under the ambiguous eyes of these girls.

Garon followed behind him, and although Ahthia's body was equally handsome, it was still a cut short compared to this man. Directly ignored by these girls about the past.

Compared to the bright and conspicuous clothes on the man's body, his gray robe was obviously inconspicuous.

Passing through the garden, there is another long cloister.

I don't know how far I walked, but I finally arrived in front of a five-meter-high black gate.

"You just wait here, Bixia will be over in about half an hour. Remember, you only have ten minutes. The military beauty man commanded lightly, turned around and left.

Garon was unimpressed. In the midst of this turmoil, one can imagine how many people would want to see the king every day.

He waited quietly in front of the gate, and on the left side of the cloister stood black-clad guards, but the armor on these guards was noticeably heavier, and they stood by the wall like sculptures with a black gun in hand.

About twenty minutes later, a well-proportioned middle-aged man strode over, wearing a white tights with silver trim, a white cloak behind him, and a small golden whip in his hand, as if he was riding back.

Everywhere he walked, the guards were all on one knee.

The man was no more than thirty years old, smiling, gentle, and his black beard made a circle around his chin, which was connected to his temples, and he could not tell whether it was a beard or hair. His back was a little hunched, but he walked steadily, and his image alone was not handsome or majestic, just like a passer-by encountered on an ordinary street.

Garon immediately fell to one knee, having seen the king's black-and-white photographs before he arrived, and recognized this man as Avik Sisman, King of Covitan.

"I've seen Bixia. He bowed his head and did not look at the king's face according to etiquette.

King Avik was followed by a group of people, who seemed to be preparing to enter the room to discuss things.

"Come in. ”

Avek replied gently, and was the first to enter the door that had been opened by the guards.

Garon got up and followed.

In the bright yellow room, the walls are carved with intricate gold ornaments, and a large floor-to-ceiling portrait is pasted on the wall opposite the door. It was the image of Avik standing on the balcony of the palace with a sword in hand.

Rows of yellow wooden sofas are arranged in an arc in the middle of the room, and on the right side are two long bookshelves filled with gold-trimmed books.

"Sit down. Avik gestured to the sofa like an ordinary host's receptionist.

Garon looked at the rest of the people, and none of them came into the room, only him and Avek walked in.

Those who followed bent down outside the door and bowed, then carefully closed the door.

Garon sat down quietly, sitting on Avik's right-hand side.

"Your trust in the royal family, your trust in Kuwait, is your trust in my own Avik. When I heard what happened to Viscount Vindman, I was both sad and angry. Your father put a lot of effort and time into his research, but his attitude towards the people was a little too brutal. The repercussions of this incident were devastating. You know what I mean by that, I say that, right?" said Avik, who got straight to the point. He is not a totemist, just an ordinary person, but being able to manage such a large kingdom naturally has his own skills and abilities.

"I understand. Garon nodded, "Actually, my request is very simple, I just hope that I can go to the Royal Archives to check out the materials I want." At the same time, I also want to ask Bixia Enzhun to go to the pharmacy to pick up a few potions for later. ”

"You're still a totemist?" asked Avik suddenly.

"Yes. Garon was stunned by Ivek's change of subject, but replied immediately.

"Do you want a more haode core totem, or a stronger sub-totem? There's a lot of that out there. A softer smile appeared on Avik's face.

"Hidden Mechanism?"

"Yes, although the Liliang in our Keweitan is not strong, or even weak, it is not difficult for you to join it. In it, you are interested in pharmacy, all kinds of jishu, I heard that you stayed in your manor as soon as you arrived in the royal capital, and you didn't go anywhere? ”

Garon hesitated. He didn't know what the secret mechanism looked like, but the three major organs of the Royal Alliance had long heard of it, and these three organs were not composed of any one national governor, but were intertwined with each other, and their powers were entangled, and the liliang of Geguo in them was different.

"To tell the truth, our Keweitan occupies a major position in the state organs, and the strength of the academic and mathematical institutions is not very weak, but the secret organs belong to the territory of Chenya, and it is not easy to penetrate. As you know, the three major organs are the representatives of the aristocratic interest groups of various countries. We are in the Hidden Trap and only Count Senda is a little shili. ”

"Even if I join alone, it won't make any difference, will it?" Garon hesitated.

"Of course you are not alone, and nothing can be achieved overnight, it requires a process of development. Avik smiled. "The addition of a scientific research workshop master is believed to be a strong support for Count Senda. ”

"Bixia is overrated. Garon hurriedly bowed his head modestly.

"Your father has done so much for Corvetan, and it stands to reason that I should reward you greatly. But sadly, news of the Terry Jones family's brutal experiments is now everywhere. Avik whispered. "I can grant your previous request. In addition, as a reward, I will personally give you the cultivation inheritance of the Storm Black Dove. I hope you don't dislike it. ”

"Storm Black Dove!?" Garon's heart was shocked, this is the name of the three-type totem, this three-type totem has also heard of it, the three-type totem that can bring the storm is one of the few three-type totems that does not focus on body type evolution, and can bring powerful tornado storms, and the power is amazing. This kind of inheritance is extremely precious even for the royal family with many inheritances.

This legacy can be relied upon to re-establish the Terry Jones family.

Garon couldn't help but marvel at Ivek's generosity.

"Thank you Bixia. ”

"Alright, it's almost time. There is a masquerade dance held at the palace, so if you are interested in attending, you can go to the ceremonial officer and pick up a masquerade. I'll go change my clothes first. Avik said with a smile. (To be continued......)