232 Preparation 2 (1/2)
Chapter 232: Preparation 2
It was just a simple morning greeting, but with Garen’s extensive experience in Martial Arts, he caught a whiff of the thick scent of blood from this viscount-slash-professor. Not only that, he also exuded a sense of extreme meticulousness.
Having left the small building, Garen walked on the lawn under the sun, warming his body up, to his delight.
He walked straight to the entrance of the manor and asked the carriage driver to prepare his double-seater white carriage with silver edges.
Mounting the carriage, he ordered the driver to drive along the only road to the outside. He himself sat inside the carriage and looked at the environment from the inside.
Under his request, the driver went around the manor so he could get used to the environment near it.
The Trejons Manor was surrounded by forest with a small lake on one side. The path went along the woods, extending to a small town called Mirrorlake Town belonging to the Trejons Family. Even so, it was about a dozen kilometers before they arrived at the town.
Garen let the carriage cruise the town twice. After memorizing some of the more important landmarks, he alighted the carriage and walked toward the woods. His driver didn’t stop him. The whole area near here was his family’s territory and was frequently patrolled.
Walking alongside the edge of the lake, Garen walked into an area with black-leafed trees.
The forest was dark even in bright daylight, appearing gloomy and damp.
Pigeons and doves from the manor played around on top of the lake, some black swans waddled casually in the lake, combing their feathers occasionally.
Garen slowly compared his view with the location he scanned during the ride, examining the area and making his way toward where he mentally dropped a location pin.
Eventually, he arrived at the edge of his family’s patrol border. In the distance, he saw an outpost with sharp, gray-white roof. The flag on top of it shows a black swan on a white background with silver outline. That’s the family flag of the Trejons family.
There were two sentries wearing the same gray-white color on the outpost. One of them was having a drink, the other was drying clothes by hanging them.
Garen evaded the outpost to avoid being seen and turned left and right by himself, finally arriving at a clearing with tombstone.
The clearing was roughly circular, as if cleaned out to make space for something. It also had wooden fence around it, even though a significant part of the wood had rotted and started to fall off.
Garen compared the scenery with the ones he saw in his memory. The two Luminarists were battling here.
He examined the ground for fighting marks, there was none.
”Not yet, obviously…” He went in front of the tombstone and looked at the name. ‘Hill Clinton Phalange’.
This area was only recently included within the borders of the family patrols. Before that it was just listed as a wasteland. No one knew about the old headstone here.
Silently, he returned to the patrol area of his family after memorizing the location of the spot.
”In the memory, this tombstone is the direct cause of the conflict between the two Luminarists. But these has nothing to do with me. What’s important is to get a sense of how strong a Luminarist is…”
Garen was in deep thoughts on his way back.
For three years, he studied Secret Martial Arts. Even though it was because of his special ability that he managed to attain the maximum stats, he had put in a lot of effort before he transformed into someone who had the courage to fight numerous elites with his life.
His constant self-encouragement, hard work, and persistence were also not to be ignored.
The limits of Secret Martial Arts was already apparent during the fight with Sylphalan at the Smoke Island. According to the images he’d received when he first transmigrated here, Luminarists’ powers are obviously more fantastical.
They seemed to be able to control a number of powers to fight against one another, and their powers seemed to be stronger than Secret Martial Arts’ too.
The one thing Garen wanted to know the most, was that between Martial Artist and Luminarists, who’d be stronger.
After preparing the things he needed, he returned directly to the manor and into his room to start training to breathe as per the Divine Statue Technique. That way, he could return to his normal strength with most efficiency. At the same time, he planned to wait until the battle that was going to happen.
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After returning to the manor, he started living like Acacia, doing his daily routines, he’d read the books and the news, he’d take care of his beloved lilac rose garden, and he’d go out every afternoon to where the tombstone is located and spied from afar.
Other times, Garen would focus on training his body. The restoration of Divine Statue Technique can’t be done within a day, but through stimulating his body over a long time. That said, the training combined with the healing effects of his special abilities, he could tell it was returning to him faster than he’d expected.
He waited patiently. The battle of the Luminarists will be within these few days.
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Between the utensils clinking, Garen and Vanderman sat opposite each other, having their dinner.
The lazy afternoon sun sauntered in through the window on the left and cast itself on the floor left of the rectangular white dining table.
On the dining table were turkey meat, bacon, grilled duck, squirrel broth and onion stewed tomato soup.