Semua Bab The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Bab 2091 - Bab 2100

Aria didn't say anything. She had felt bewildered ever since she discovered the two cultural relics in Draketown. At first, she thought it was just a coincidence and simply brought them along.Whether it was the relics from Draketown or the white opal brush washer and aquamarine seal before her, all were gifts she had once crafted for her fellow Hollowlight Sect arcane seekers. Each bore a unique mark and was one of a kind.But that raised a troubling question—how had they survived through the ages and ended up here, lying among other ancient relics?Landon's gaze lingered on Aria, tender and steady, his voice soft. "These relics, and the ones from Draketown, were made by the same person. They all have 'Aria' engraved at the bottom."Aria's voice was low and hoarse. "I made them. You were there when it all happened."Landon gently patted her shoulder, his tone warm. "I know. Maybe there's something we're missing. They could be connected to your fellow arcane seekers."Aria lifted

To Aria, it was hard for medical practitioners to demonstrate real skill when most hospitals relied on machines. Not everyone had the patience to learn the intricacies of traditional medicine, including the four diagnostic methods.Doctors not only had to remember dozens of acupoints but also choose the right herbs to treat patients. In most hospitals, only a handful of physicians actually knew how to check pulses. For some, the whole concept felt foreign.Machines erased that need. Staff only had to follow prompts from scanners and monitors. In the long run, that convenience might be useful, but it also encouraged dangerous overreliance."Thank you for the guidance."The doctors at Janovin Hospital understood the subtext and turned to leave. "Aria," Warren said as he hurried over. "You've lost some weight. Have you been skipping meals? Is it because you don't like the food out there?"Aria smiled calmly. "Not at all. Landon has been taking care of me. It's just that I had too m

No one knew the old man wasn't a real person. In truth, he was a puppet Sylas had animated using dark arts, and it had served its purpose well.The puppet had lowered Homer's guard and seized his soul before he even realized what was happening. Had he not been gravely injured, he would never have fallen for it. After all, he was a powerful arcane priest. But now, he was completely at Sylas' mercy.That was exactly what Sylas had counted on. What surprised him, however, was that someone had managed to save Homer in spite of those heavy injuries.So, he gathered everyone who had been at the scene and visited Homer at the hospital. It was the perfect opportunity to blend in with the crowd and get close to him.Homer's mentees were guarding his ward. To bypass them, Sylas needed a new plan.Meanwhile, Homer's consciousness was in chaos. His soul was trapped in a purplish black dimension, while Sylas' spectral form stared at him with mocking amusement."Homer, you're a tough one. I

The driver instinctively slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching sharply against the pavement.Sylas pushed the car door open and looked ahead warily. Beneath the streetlight, a lone figure stood in the middle of the road. His poised stance and tailored attire only heightened the quiet menace radiating from him."It's you?" Sylas' voice chilled. He recognized the man as the one usually with Aria. He had always come across as mild and unassuming—an ordinary, defenseless man.Yet, something about Landon's presence triggered every alarm in Sylas' mind. The weight of his presence was crushing, far beyond what Sylas had felt even when facing Homer. It was obvious that Landon was far more dangerous.Landon turned slowly, revealing his handsome yet indifferent face. His eyes were devoid of emotion, gleaming like ice untouched for centuries. The moment his gaze met Sylas', the latter stiffened. It was the look of a predator sizing up its prey, and it stole the air from Sylas' lungs.

Aria suddenly leaned closer. "What does it have to do with you?"Landon froze for a moment before snapping back to his senses. "Nothing. I'm just a patient."Aria batted her eyelashes. "But you're already nearly recovered."He let out a light cough. "Not yet. I'm still recovering and need your treatment."…Meanwhile, in the basement of a windowless villa, the only source of light came from a dust-coated oil lamp beside a small altar.The wick had been drawn thin, its flame trembling at the slightest draft. Long shadows stretched across the stained walls, resembling dried streaks of blood.The altar itself was made of oak, its smooth surface faintly glinting under the weak lamplight. At its center sat a Krowonian doll.The doll, barely half a foot tall, wore a silk robe that glimmered faintly in the dim glow. Frayed golden threads unraveled down the fabric, revealing a dark underlayer that resembled dried veins.Its face was so pale it was nearly translucent, but the fine line