In the living hall inside the Langford residence.Ethan took charge, commanding, "Everyone, step outside. Only enter when I say so." With a gesture, he dismissed his subordinates and servants.Dustin signaled to Maximus. "Why don't you take a breather in the adjacent hall for a while? I need a word with Mr. Ethan.""Sure thing." Maximus nodded and quickly exited.As the doors closed, the grand living hall was left with only two people—Ethan and Dustin.Now more at ease, Ethan couldn't resist shedding his formal facade. "Your Grace, what brings you here?"Dustin's presence was a sensitive issue, given his role as the heir to the West Lucozian monarchy. As the imperial court minister, Ethan knew that having a private meeting with Dustin could stir up controversy and accusations of treachery or conspiracy."What's the deal, Mr. Ethan? You're not about to tell me you're unhappy to see me?" Dustin asked with a sly grin.Internally, Ethan rolled his eyes. "Oh, don't give me that!
"Two will do, no need for two hundred," Dustin said with a grin."I'm not sure which two medicinal herbs you're after, Your Grace. But I'll have someone start searching right away," Ethan replied, taking a sip from his teacup."It's pretty simple. I'd like an Iceheart Lotus and an Emerald Corolla," Dustin said casually.Ethan, who had just taken a sip of tea, couldn't help but spit it out when he heard that. His face contorted in shock. "Your Grace, did I hear you right? You're asking for an Iceheart Lotus and an Emerald Corolla?""Exactly." Dustin nodded.He had brought this up because he was worried about the Welch family's slow progress in finding these herbs. Cinna's health was on the line, and there was no time to waste. He hoped that with the Langford family's help, it could speed things up."Do you realize how rare and precious those herbs are?" Ethan asked, his voice quivering."Yes, they're precious, but I trust you could handle this task," Dustin said with a smile.
"What?!"Dustin's request hit Ethan like a bolt of lightning, instantly draining the color from his face. Ethan knew the Purple City rebellion from ten years ago was taboo. The death of the Princess Consort of West Lucozia, still a mystery, wasn't because of its unsolvability but the collective reluctance to investigate it. Even the once-mighty Prince of West Lucozia had to shut down any inquiries, leaving the truth buried. Who, in their right mind, would dare to address it?Despite the royal family's assurance to uncover those responsible for the Purple City rebellion, the issue gradually receded from the public eye. This silence suggested that the elusive masterminds behind the rebellion held significant influence. Also, this matter involved the highest imperial authority.The Langford family might be wealthy and influential but not on the same level as the top royal relatives. So, when Ethan heard Dustin's request, it rattled him. He was uneasy and downright scared.Dust
Dustin had a plan that involved not just the Langford family but also some powerful allies. He knew he needed enough support to take on the mastermind behind the Purple City rebellion.Meanwhile, two cars were parked outside the Langford residence, one behind the other. Lana, looking exhausted, lounged in the back seat. A cigarette in hand, lit but untouched. She let the breeze extinguish it slowly, her mind wandering. Dustin had been inside the Langford residence for almost two hours, and there was no sign of activity. Did something go wrong?Ethan's earlier actions were surprising, but it might have been all a show for outsiders. Once inside the Langford residence, with no witnesses, he could easily deal with anyone.As Lana contemplated this, she couldn't shake an unsettling feeling of unease. She couldn't understand why she was so concerned about Dustin, someone she had just met. Was it merely because of his striking appearance and unique personality?Suddenly, a car pu
Harper and Cody exchanged bewildered glances, completely thrown off by Ethan's strange behavior. They silently questioned, "Is it really wise to respond to hostility with kindness? Are those high-society types really willing to risk their honor?"Dustin smiled faintly. "I've patched things up with the Langford family. Let's put our issues on the table." Harper and Cody couldn't help but notice that Dustin's smile seemed rather insincere.Cody tried to lighten the mood. "Dustin, this mess isn't my doing. I'm a victim here, too. I've been waiting by the door, worried about your safety." But deep down, he couldn't help but think, "This guy's nuts! He even dared to face off with Hugo. I'd be in for trouble if I crossed him."Dustin added, "We can deal with our stuff later. Right now, I need to talk to her." He pointed toward Harper through the car window.Growing anxious, Harper urged, "Cody, let's get out of here, now!""You want to run?" Maximus snorted. He punched through t
Don't pick a fight you can't handle."Think fast. If you don't spill the beans, I'm going to use this poison for your extreme makeover." As he spoke, Dustin unscrewed the bottle. He held it threateningly over Harper's head."No, please! Don't mess up my face!" Harper's legs turned to jelly as tears streamed down his face. She pleaded, "Okay, okay, I'll talk. Just put that thing away!""It would've been easier if you'd started with that," Dustin said, putting the bottle away. After all, someone like Harper never changed unless she was backed against the wall.Harper gasped for air and composed herself. In a shaky voice, she began, "The story about Cinna goes back a few years. "One day, a stranger suddenly showed up at our door and chatted with my grandpa. I overheard a bit through the door. "It turns out this stranger is the one who saved Cinna ten years ago.""Wait! Wasn't it Dr. Busch who saved Mr. Shaffer?" Dustin interjected."This stranger brought the critically inj
The following morning, Dustin was in a cozy, secluded villa. He sat on the bed with his legs crossed, focused on his training. When the sun rose, he slowly opened his eyes.His martial arts cultivation was ascending at a breathtaking pace. He didn't need to work hard and train, empowered by the Celestial Pearl. The Celestial Pearl automatically helped him to absorb spiritual energy, constantly improving his powers. The better his natural talents, the more powerful the Celestial Pearl's effects.In less than a month, Dustin was close to becoming an ultimate grandmaster. He could break through to the next level anytime. Still, he chose to be patient and focus on building a solid foundation. After all, he had half a year left before his decisive year-long agreement with Nestor ended.Suddenly, his phone rang, and he retrieved it from beneath his pillow. Brooke's voice on the other end sounded urgent. "Hey Dustin, I've run into some trouble. I need your help."Dustin asked in c
"Mr. Welch Senior seems stable for now, but this bizarre sickness has us scratching our heads. I'm sorry to admit, I can't help much," Brooke sighed.Alistair implored, "Dr. Busch, you're one of the best doctors in South City. Please find a way to heal my Dad, and don't worry about expenses. We will do whatever it takes to get him back on his feet.""Mr. Welch," Brooke replied gravely. "The symptoms your father is displaying don't seem like an illness to me. It looks like he's bewitched.""Bewitched?" The word left the Welch family members bewildered. Hearing this from a doctor sounded absurd."Dr. Busch, what do you mean by that? Please explain?" Alistair probed.Brooke clarified, "When I say 'bewitched,' I'm referring to practices like witchcraft, sorcery, dark spells, and the like. "My knowledge in these areas is limited. I mainly read about it from books, so it's just a guess.""You mean something like voodoo and dark spells?" Alistair furrowed his brow. He wouldn't bel