All Chapters of Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers: Chapter 2091 - Chapter 2100

Amelia remained silent. Ever since she discovered those two items on King Street, she had felt a sense of doubt in her heart, though she had dismissed it as mere coincidence at the time and simply brought the two objects with her.Whether it was the items from King Street or the white jade brush washer and seal before her, all of them were gifts she had personally crafted for her senior brothers. Each piece bore a unique mark belonging only to them—there could never be a duplicate. Yet how could these objects have crossed the river of time to appear here, and even be placed together with other relics?Carl's gaze fell on Amelia, his eyes softening as he spoke in a low voice: "These two items, including the ones from King Street, were all made by the same person, and each has a tiny 'Amelia' inscribed on the bottom."Amelia's voice was low and slightly hoarse: "I made them. You witnessed what happened back then."Carl raised his hand and patted her s

In Amelia's eyes, most hospitals nowadays have been replaced by machines, making it difficult for true skill and knowledge to be displayed. After all, not everyone has the patience to learn the complexities of traditional medicine and diagnostic methods. Not only do you have to memorize every acupoint, but you also need to know how to prescribe with herbs. In many hospitals, only a few doctors know pulse diagnosis, and some don't even know what pulse diagnosis is.But machines don't require that; they just wait for commands to scan or monitor. In the long run, it's certainly more convenient, but it also creates a sense of dependency."We have learned a lot." The doctors understood the metaphor in Amelia's words, turned around, and left."Amelia." Hamza quickly stood up and walked over. "You've lost weight. Did you not eat well outside? Was the food not to your liking?"Amelia smiled gently. "No, he took good care of me. It's just that I had a lot to deal

No one knew that the old man was not a real person at all, but a magical puppet crafted by Mystic Vale using dark magic, with the purpose of capturing Cloudwalker's soul essence when he let his guard down.If it had been the uninjured Cloudwalker from before, this trick would have been useless against him, given his mastery of Zen magic. But now, Cloudwalker was at Mystic Vale's mercy.This was exactly the plan Mystic Vale had in mind. He hadn't expected Cloudwalker to survive such severe injuries, so he decided to gather those who had been present at the scene to visit Cloudwalker, using this as an excuse to get close. After all, Cloudwalker's disciples and followers were still there to protect him, so it wouldn't be easy to succeed.At this moment, within Cloudwalker's sea of consciousness, everything was in chaos. His soul essence was imprisoned in a purple-black space, and ahead of him, Mystic Vale's shadowy figure was watching him with a mocking smile.

The man in black in the driver's seat instinctively slammed on the brakes, and the tires screeched harshly against the ground.Mystic Vale pushed open the car door and looked ahead warily. Under the streetlight in front, a figure stood quietly in the middle of the road, blocking the way. The man was dressed with elegance, his posture upright, and an aura of extreme danger radiated from him."It's you?" Mystic Vale's voice instantly turned cold. He recognized the man—it was the one who was always with Amelia. Usually, he seemed gentle and harmless, like an ordinary person with no threat.But at this moment, the aura emanating from the man set off alarm bells in Mystic Vale's mind. It was an overwhelming sense of oppression, something he hadn't even felt when fighting Cloudwalker. Clearly, this man was far more terrifying than Cloudwalker.The man slowly turned around, revealing a cold and noble face devoid of warmth. His eyes held no emotion, only an

Amelia suddenly stretched her neck forward: "Does it have anything to do with you?"Carl's fingertips paused for a moment, then quickly returned to normal: "No, it doesn't. I'm just a patient."Amelia blinked: "But your condition is almost cured.""Not yet." Carl coughed lightly twice. "I'm still in the recovery stage and need the little miracle doctor's treatment."Meanwhile, in the basement of a certain villa, there were no windows. The only source of light was an oil lamp covered in dust beside the offering table. The wick was twisted extremely thin, and the orange-red flame shivered in the wind, stretching the shadows long and thin against the mottled walls, like streaks of congealed blood.The offering table was made of oak, its surface smooth yet reflecting a cold, hard light under the lamp. At the very center of the table sat an Evil Doll.The doll was only about half a foot tall, dressed in a kimono. The silk fabric shimmered with an