"It's not easy, but I can cure Mr. Shaffer," Dustin said earnestly. "And I need your help, too.""Kid, if you can really cure Cinna, I'd sell Harmony Healers in a heartbeat," Brooke sighed. Then he asked, "Why do you think you can do it?"Brooke just met Dustin, so he had to be cautious. He could not make a rash decision since Cinna's life was at stake. "Well, you mentioned that Mr. Shaffer has some residual energy in him. If I remove the energy, would that prove I can heal him?" Dustin asked.Brooke's gaze sharpened. "That energy is very strong, and regular medical skills won't work. Don't make any empty promises."If it were that easy, Brooke would have already gotten rid of it sooner."I can't do it with regular medical skills, but I can with esoteric technique," Dustin explained earnestly. "Dr. Busch, give me half an hour. I'll be able to remove this energy. You'll see."Brooke hesitated, his brows furrowing. He was not sure if he could trust Dustin. Dustin was too you
Dustin gathered his mystical pure energy, gradually flowing it into Cinna's circulatory pathways.Cinna's heart sped up as a sudden surge of true energy clashed against Dustin's pure energy. As their energies collided, Cinna twitched as if he had been electrified.Dustin frowned and directed his pure energy to drain the ethereal soul seal's energy slowly. He couldn't risk overpowering the seal's power in one go. The seal's power was violent, like a beast, ready to devour any intruders. As he continued to drain the seal's energy, he replaced it with his true energy until the seal weakened.As time passed, Dustin continued to channel his true energy into Cinna. His forehead began to sweat, and his face went pale. He was drained and exhausted. Normally, this would have been manageable. But Dustin had to protect Cinna as he drained the seal's power, making it twice as exhausting.Cinna's heartbeat quickened as his face flushed. He perspired when his head emitted a white mist.
When Dustin's finger touched Cinna's chest, he trembled. Blood gushed out of his mouth and nose as his circulatory pathways shattered. His weakened body was in danger, and his life hung on by a thread.The ethereal soul seal immediately crumbled beneath Dustin's finger."Cinna!" Brooke was pale and trembling. He rushed forward to check Cinna's condition. After Brooke was sure Cinna was alive, he regained his composure. "Dustin! I warned you not to be reckless. "Do you know you nearly killed Cinna?" He scolded Dustin relentlessly.Dustin collapsed back on the chair, gasping for breath and sweating profusely. After catching his breath, he said slowly, "The situation was more complicated than I expected. Despite the risks I took, I successfully neutralized Mr. Shaffer's true energy.""Neutralized?" Brooke was taken aback and immediately checked Cinna's pulse. Although his vitals were weak, the violent energy was gone."Is it neutralized? How is that possible?" Brooke was surp
Dustin turned serious and said, "But, it's too soon to say I've saved him. "I have neutralized the true energy inside Mr. Shaffer, but his body has been severely damaged. His eight vital meridians are seriously injured. "He's like a living corpse right now. We must restore his circulatory pathways and rejuvenate his body for him to wake up.""Restoring his circulatory pathways and rejuvenating his body?" Brooke inquired, furrowing his brow. "We would need the legendary sacred medicine Sanctifix, which has been missing for ages. Where can we find it?"In ancient texts, Sanctifix was a medicine that could revitalize people. It could repair damaged circulatory pathways and congenital disabilities. Unfortunately, it was extremely rare. Even Brooke had only heard of it but had never seen it.Out of nowhere, Dustin blurted out, "I've seen the formula for Sanctifix, and I've written it down.""What?" Brooke widened his eyes in shock. "Yo—you know the formula?"Dustin nodded. "M
Brooke's question caught Dustin off guard. What could he not do? He could do Martial arts, medicine, alchemy, occult arts, secret techniques, southern mystic arts, and many others. There was nothing he couldn't do. "Well, I've read many books and have a good basic understanding of things," Dustin replied humbly."A basic understanding?" Brooke raised his brows, looking curious. At a young age, he can manifest energy, a skill of divine-level martial artists. And he called this a basic understanding? The energy trapped in Cinna's body had troubled Brooke for ten years. But yet, Dustin had neutralized it with a touch. And that's just a basic understanding? Dustin knew a top-notch alchemical recipe and could make Sanctifix. This would outshine the best alchemists in Dragonmarsh. And that's also a basic understanding? If all of that were just a basic understanding, everyone else was nothing compared to him. Dustin's modesty was intimidating."Dr. Busch, even though I can brew
Harper couldn't understand why Brooke had shown this secret place to someone he had only met."Well ..." Brooke hesitated, feeling awkward. He couldn't just say that Dustin had barged in.Dustin explained, "I'm here to visit my uncle, Cinna." "That's right, this is Mr. Rhys, Cinna's nephew. It's only natural for him to visit his uncle," Brooke said solemnly."Nephew? Uncle?" Harper looked at Dustin suspiciously. "Grandpa, are you sure he's not lying? Mr. Shaffer has been in a coma for ten years. "And suddenly, his nephew shows up to visit. Don't you think something fishy is going on?""You're overreacting. I trust Mr. Rhys is not a bad man," Brooke said firmly, dismissing her doubts."But—!" Harper was about to say more, but Brooke held his hand to cut her off. "Enough, let's talk about this later. "You said there was a problem downstairs. What happened?""Oh, that bastard, Ziggy Larkspur, is back. He claims that the medicine you prescribed him last time worsens his con
"Mr. Larkspur, it's been a while. Why are you so mad? Maybe I can make you some tea to calm your nerves."Brooke, Dustin, and Harper walked down the stairs, noting the chaos in the medical center. Brooke's brow furrowed, but he quickly composed himself."Hey, Dr. Busch, I see you've decided to show up. I thought you were turning into a chicken," Ziggy smirked, crossing his legs."I don't think I did anything to offend you. It isn't the best way to handle things by causing a scene," Brooke calmly replied."I'm here to get medical treatment. Are you saying I'm not welcome as a patient here at Harmony Healers?" Ziggy provoked."If you're here for treatment, I would be delighted to have you. But I'm afraid, Mr. Larkspur, you are not just here for the treatment," Brooke replied."Enough of this; let's talk about my treatment now." Ziggy was unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a festering wound on his abdomen. He pointed at the wound. "Dr. Busch, you promised me your golden salve would h
"Ziggy Larkspur! If you mess with us, I'll report you to the police," Harper threatened sternly."Report me? Hahaha!" Ziggy burst out laughing. Behind him, his henchmen laughed and looked at her with amusement. They wouldn't be as unrestrained as they were now in South City if they didn't have influential connections."Ms. Busch, you're so cute. I think I'm falling in love with you." Ziggy approached her, munching on an apple. "So, tell me, how will you report me? I'm the victim here. It's your quack doctors who made my injuries worse. "Will the police arrest me, the victim, or your Harmony Healers' quack doctor?""You ..." Harper was speechless. She knew Ziggy was deliberately causing trouble. However, Harmony Healers could not provide any hard evidence to defend themselves."Ziggy Larkspur, how dare you bully Harper?" Then, a well-groomed man in a smart suit with a slick hairstyle walked in. His demeanor made him seem someone important."Cody?" Harper's eyes lit up,
"Get lost! I'm not in the mood for anything right now. If you want to eat, go on your own." Warrick snapped, looking annoyed."I'm not going either," Percival refused flatly. "I'm on a health regimen these days—only tea, no alcohol.""Fine. If you're going to wait, then keep waiting. I won't be sticking around." Huxley forced a smile and acted like he was about to leave.But as he turned, he almost bumped into Boston, who was approaching from the other direction."Sorry, Sir Thatcher! I hope I didn't startle you." Since he was surrounded by so many high-ranking officials, Boston was already on edge. He had momentarily spaced out and almost caused a mishap by running into Huxley, which left him flustered and a bit tongue-tied.Unlike the other generals, Boston didn't come from an influential background or have any powerful connections. He had worked his way up from the bottom, and the last thing he wanted was to offend Huxley and risk losing everything he had fought so hard for.
After parting ways with Boston, Jovian checked into a nearby hotel to await the good news. Boston wasted no time. After changing into a fresh set of clothes, he headed to the castle to deliver a letter of introduction. But when he arrived, he was stunned by what he saw.The gates of the West Lucozian monarchy had already gathered quite a few people, and among them were several figures he immediately recognized. These included Huxley Thatcher, the Commander of the Militia; Warrick Prescott, the Major General of the State Guard; and Percival Wentworth, the Chancellor of the National Academy.These three were first-ranking officials. In West Lucozia, they were nothing short of kingmakers who wielded immense power and influence. Warrick, in particular, was two ranks above Boston. Hence, he felt the need to be cautious in his presence and was eager not to make a bad impression.Alongside these three prominent figures, several second- and third-ranking officials also stood in line at
The following morning, Jovian stood at the entrance of West Lucozia Airport, wearing a sharp suit.Before the trip, he had contacted his comrade with whom he had fought side by side in the military. After earning military merit and with the Ballard family's influence, he was fortunate enough to stay in Oakvale and secure a decent position.His comrade, on the other hand, had moved to West Lucozia to carve out a life for himself. Years of hard work had paid off—he was now a third-rank general with considerable power, influence, and a strong network of connections. Jovian's meeting with the Prince of West Lucozia would depend entirely on his comrade's connections.Just then, the roar of an engine cut through the air as a military jeep pulled up beside him. The window rolled down, and the first thing that came into view was a bald head gleaming in the sunlight like a lightbulb. The glare nearly blinded him.Under that shiny dome was a face that looked ordinary at first glance. But w
"Grandfather, I understand why you sent Uncle Jonathan and Uncle Jensen to the Spanner and Fallon families to gather information," Natasha began. "But West Lucozia is thousands of miles away."She shook her head slightly. "They've always stayed out of the government's political matters. Sending Uncle Jovian there wouldn't achieve anything. He'd likely just be turned away." Oakvale and West Lucozia were worlds apart. The fight for the Oakvale throne didn't really affect the West Lucozian monarchy. Both sides had long adhered to an unspoken agreement to avoid meddling in each other's affairs."I know, but it'll be different this time. The royal throne is at stake, and every faction will do whatever it takes to secure West Lucozia's support. If the West Lucozian monarchy picks a side, the balance we've maintained for years will collapse. That's why I need to be ready for whatever happens," Simon replied.It would be best if the West Lucozian monarchy stayed out of the political strug
At the Ballard estate, Dustin was warmly welcomed to stay after dinner. This was the first time Natasha had brought her boyfriend home, so the Ballards made a big deal of it.Simon personally accompanied the young couple and invited them to the study to chat over tea. With his sharp eye, Simon could tell Dustin was no ordinary martial artist. His manners, speech, and broad knowledge set him apart from most people."Dustin, I fully support your relationship with Natasha. Your background or status doesn't matter. What matters most is that you two are happy together." Simon paused and said earnestly, "I want you to understand that she's been pampered all her life and hasn't faced much hardship. Now that she's with you, I hope you'll take good care of her.""Don't worry, Mr. Ballard. I would never let her down," Dustin replied sincerely.Though they had known each other for some time and hadn't yet taken their relationship to the next level, they had already made their feelings clear
After hearing Nathaniel's words, Tristan's expression darkened. His brow furrowed as he sank into deep thought.It seemed he had underestimated the situation. He had assumed it was just a simple rivalry between brothers; he hadn't anticipated Seamus seizing the chance to further his own agenda.Seamus already wielded considerable influence. Under the guise of supporting Matthias' ascension to the throne, he had been forming alliances and recruiting talents. His influence had grown to rival the royal family's.If Seamus really supported Matthias' ascension, he'd overshadow the king, and no one would be able to stop him. The worst-case scenario would be Seamus using Matthias as a puppet to overthrow the House of Linsor."Nathaniel, is everything you said true?" Tristan frowned."Absolutely. Every word," Nathaniel replied solemnly. "Of course, if you don't believe me, you can send someone to investigate.""I believe you. But… taking down Seamus won't be easy. Do you have a plan?" Tr
An hour later, Nathaniel quietly entered a private mansion wearing a disguise.Inside the living room, Tristan had already prepared tea and refreshments. He looked as if he had been waiting for a long time."Sorry to have kept you waiting, Tristan." Nathaniel took off his coat and walked forward with a smile."No need to apologize. I'm happy that you made the effort to arrange this. A few extra minutes are nothing, especially since it's rare for us to meet." Tristan gestured for him to sit while he poured two cups of tea and handed one to his brother.Nathaniel accepted the cup and discreetly set it aside. Whenever he was out, he was always cautious about food and drink—this wariness had become second nature."You asked to meet me on short notice. Is this about official matters or something personal?" Tristan took a sip from his cup and got straight to the point."Both," Nathaniel replied, still smiling."Oh?" Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Let's hear it, then.""Given how things
In another luxurious mansion in the Inner City, a female spy dressed in black, cloaked in a hood, was reporting the results of her investigation to Nathaniel."Your Highness, the Moseys have been particularly active recently and are rallying allies. Many of the eight great families and other influential factions have already allied with them. If left unchecked, they'll pose a serious threat to us," she said, kneeling with her head lowered slightly."So the Moseys are backing Matthias, huh?" Nathaniel sat quietly, his expression unreadable."The Moseys have grand ambitions. While they claim to support Prince Matthias, they're merely setting him up as a puppet to rise to power and expand their own influence," she revealed.She had been infiltrating the Moseys' mansion for years and had gained a deep understanding of their operations, from the smallest details to the key players.Though Seamus appeared as a benevolent philanthropist, it was all a façade. Behind closed doors, he was r
That night, two young men sat playing chess inside a secluded mansion in the Inner City. On the left was Anders, who had visited the Ballard estate earlier. Across from him sat Matthias, a broad-shouldered man dressed in richly adorned robes.The game was intense, with fast moves followed by moments of deep thought. About ten minutes later, Anders finally conceded defeat."Anders, you've really improved since we last played. You almost had me there," Matthias said, stroking his beard in mild surprise."You flatter me, Your Highness. My chess skills are nothing compared to yours. If you hadn't gone easy on me, I wouldn't have lasted half as long," Anders replied with a modest smile."You're as smooth with words as ever." Matthias let out a hearty laugh with a look of smug satisfaction. Winning was in his nature—whether in war or on the chessboard, defeat was not an option."Well, we've eaten, and we've played. Let's get to business." With a wave of his hand, he signaled his men t