201 Preparation during the Eve 1

Garen slammed the car door behind him and walked into his uncle’s house.

The car was slammed again and Cynthia stood still behind Garen, with a black full body tight leather shirt.

"I don’t like causing such a scene. It’s too troublesome." Cynthia whispered.

"This situation is a must since the Federation’s government had failed their operations a few times already. I don’t want to forget that they are still supporting and assisting me." Garen calmly replied. "These are all small matters. The federation is so huge that it would take at least a few decades before it falls. With such a big treat ahead of us,we need to be careful to not bite off more than we can chew."

"A hero appearing in our most desperate times?"

"Sort of." Garen turned his head and looked at one of the cars.

A middle aged man with a beautiful, curled beard appeared from the car. He was in a white suit and held a white cane in his hand.

"Sir Garen, please go ahead."