Garon stood in front of the mourning tower in the inner city, wearing a golden nine flowers. Standing alone in the middle of a row of men in black, Garon looked unremarkable.

The people in front of and behind him all lined up in a straight line, and stepped forward one after another to present the Grand Duke's body. The man who had spent the flowers walked away silently and stood aside. The people behind silently followed.

In this wide hall of consolation, everyone tacitly agreed that no one made a sound.

In the gray hall, on the side of the pyramid mourning tower, the body of the Grand Duke was placed, and his body was frozen in white-gold translucent metal, like amber.

Garon didn't know the people before and after, but the fluctuations that shone on everyone's body, almost none of them were weak, so many people stood here in line, and he was the only totem light of a type of totem master.

In front and behind, there are type 3 and type 2 totem masters, and their bodies are full of thick bloody gas.

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

Soon it will be his turn.

Garon stepped forward and gently placed the golden nine flowers in his hand in front of the crystal coffin. With a bow, he turned and walked to the left.

As far as he could see, it was densely packed with people, but none of them he knew.

People gathered in twos and threes, whispering and talking, and some stood alone on the side, their faces indifferent. The nobles not far away were gloomy one by one.

Garon didn't see Goth.

Since the Grand Duke ran out of his life yesterday and collided with the strange bird, the monster army has suffered heavy losses and finally retreated. The strange bird was also seriously injured. Staggered and flown away.

The tide of the battle has stabilized for the time being.

But Goethe was nowhere to be seen.

Garon sighed, originally he had only come here to befriend Goth for his own benefit. But I didn't expect to really see the scenes that happened in history, but I didn't feel good in my heart.

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

"Lord Vesta, Lord Canaan. The person who greeted the guests took the initiative to come forward and greet them respectfully.

"The fighting was tense and we could only stay for a short time. The man, Canaan, nodded solemnly. He and Vesta are now the two strongest Type 3 Totem Divisions in the city, although they are still far from the Grand Duke. But after being frightened by the previous battle, the monsters obviously didn't dare to force the inner city too tightly. The situation has also eased considerably.

A group of people flatteringly walked around the two to the coffin. Those who inquire about the situation, those who are worried, those who want to be reassured.

A large crowd gathered around them, hoping to get the answers they wanted.

Gareon retreated far from the center. Looking at the noisy scene inside, he suddenly felt a little depressed.

Turning to walk out of the main hall, he looked up and saw that the surroundings were sparse. There was hardly anyone to be seen. There were just a few numb people walking on the street. Most of them took refuge in the pre-built Haode fortifications.

Gareon searched everywhere. Goethe was not found at all.

Now the city is deserted, and there are too many places to hide. Walking out into the street and strolling around for a while, Garon was finally ready to leave the inner city through the tunnel.

"Garon?"

A passing carriage heard a sound of confusion.

Garon turned and looked at the black carriage that had stopped beside him.

"You are?"

The curtain of the carriage door was lifted, revealing a solemn man's face. "I met that day at Goth's house. Why don't you come up and talk?"

Garon hesitated. "Good. ”

He lifted the curtain, got into the carriage, and sat down to the man's right.

The carriage shook slightly. Moved again.

The man looked calmly out into the street. "I went to investigate the Gothic house that day, and I happened to see you coming out of it. How's it going? Is the situation clear?"

Garon shook his head. "I'm completely confused right now. Goethe was controlled. Who controlled his own father, and what about Jessica?"

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

"We have now made a preliminary investigation into this matter, but only a few high-level officials know about it. It all started with Goth's mother, Joanlia Jace. ”

"Jace?" Garon stared.

"You know that, too?" the man glanced at Garon in surprise. "As a type of totemist, you're quite well-informed. I happened to meet you on the street, and I will explain the situation to you clearly, if you meet Goth, enlighten him more. ”

Garon nodded.

The man fell silent, as if organizing how to tell what was going on.

The speed of the carriage slowed down understandingly.

"Actually, whether it's Jessica being silverized and taking away the heart of the dragon shadow. Or Goethe's assassination of his own father. These are all pre-arranged. He finally spoke slowly.

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

"Joan Liajeth was originally one of the high-ranking members of the Black Heaven Society, and she lurked in Tietan City, but she accidentally had a relationship with the Grand Duke. We don't know how much happened in the middle, but later, it should have been Jace who gave up his position for Aiqing, gave up everything he had originally, and chose Aiqing. And also pregnant with Goth. When she gave up everything, she found that the Grand Duke did not really love her. ”

The man paused.

"Jace is a man of great pride and single-mindedness, and she has given everything she can for the Grand Duke. When she gave up everything, conceived a child, and went to the Grand Duke alone, she found that the Grand Duke didn't like her very much at all, but just played. At that time, the Grand Duke was young, handsome, and talented. There are too many people who like him. I don't really care about such a beautiful woman. And then the tragedy began. ”

"It seems that this is the root of everything. Garon exhaled. "As deep as love goes, so deep is hate. She had been laying out Goethe for twenty years, and it finally worked. ”

"Life" the man sighed, "We will make a lot of wrong things and wrong choices in our lives, but we must not let the mistakes be irreparable" He also seemed to think of his own life.

"And where is Jace now?" said Garon, the most critical question, the most important question for himself.

"Dead. The man smiled helplessly, "Otherwise, do you think Goth's Black Domain Bird is so easy to activate? It's a top-level totem that has only appeared once in history!"

When I got out of the carriage, it was already afternoon.

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

Garon looked at the carriage in the distance and stood at the door of the War Guild Headquarters, feeling a little complicated for a while.

He still remembered Goethe's mother, a very gentle, beautiful middle-aged woman. always gives people a feeling like a spring breeze, he always feels that he can't see through her, but he didn't expect that the other party still has such a deep hatred hidden in his heart.

"If she's Jace, maybe everything makes sense," he touched the detractor in his arms, "Deducer has the function of being in touch at any time, if Jace wants to lurk and implement his own jihua." Then the deducer naturally can't be brought. Maybe she'll just destroy her deducer and get HQ to get a new one. In this way, this deducer will appear near Tietan City, and it should also be arranged for haode. ”

His mind was racing, and he almost had to sort everything out.

"Because Jace didn't want the Turbo at all, maybe even Goth detonated the furnace and destroyed that base, maybe she directed it. This explanation, while still flawed, is perfect.

Before walking into the War Guild, Garon Zuihou glanced towards the Duke's Palace.

He didn't know what kind of state Goeth was in now, but it was clear that he was definitely on the verge of collapse now.

"Life," Garon sighed, turning and walking into the guild. He knew that now was the moment for Goth's real transformation.

The Grand Duke was finally destroyed because of his ruthlessness. Although his behavior is common among the nobles of this shijie, it is a pity that he chose the wrong person.

Half a month later

Garon sat at his desk and quietly studied the second technique.

In Vermilion's study, Angel and Lei Lan each occupy a corner.

Angel kept tossing a silver knife in his hand, a playful smile on the corner of his mouth. From time to time, his eyes swept over Garon. She was dressed in tight-fitting brown leather armor, and her slender legs were wrapped in brown leather pants, making her look like a jungle hunter out hunting.

Dressed in a gray robe with a hood covering her terrifying face, Lei Lan sat hostilely in a wheelchair, staring at Angel next to her with some jealousy.

"I'm also going to join my brother's shackles of war. Lei Lan let out a low voice.

The tip of Garon's pen stopped for a moment, and he looked up at Lelan.

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

"I don't allow a woman who is prettier than me to get too close to my brother. Lei Lan said unabashedly gloomily.

Garon was immediately speechless. With Lei Lan's current appearance, wouldn't even a sixty-year-old aunt be able to approach him?

Lei Lan didn't care at all, her cold serpent-like gaze swept over Angel. "There are too many ways to make a person's life worse than death," she said, turning her wheelchair and slowly leaving the room, quickly closing the door.

Garon looked at Angel with a wry smile, her face visibly discolored.

"Why do you have such a perverted sister!?" Angel sat down with a big ass, "To be honest, if she wasn't your sister, I would have wanted to slap her to death!"

Garon didn't know what to say, whether to congratulate himself on his brainwashing that had been too successful, or to be distressed by Leilan's overly extreme ideas?

"You should be a little more patient, in fact, the people of Leilan are still very haode. He could only be so comforted.

"Okay, you didn't see that little maid of yours was so frightened all day. Angel was speechless, "The workshop master in my group was also so scared that he dared to live on the first floor. Is your sister jealous as long as she is a woman?" (To be continued......)