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On the opposite side of the spectrum, Hezti remained in the luxurious mid-level villa at Elys-Champ, engaged in a

lengthy conversation with Maria and Zeba. The decision to present Morgana with the Empty City Strategy had been

made, but there were still numerous details to iron out.

Maria, addressing Hezti respectfully, expressed her concerns, “Young Master, the concept of Empty City strategy is

truly brilliant. However, the only risk lies in the possibility that the three elders might arrive in Aurous Hill before

Morgana pays attention to the Master’s portrait. How should we handle that situation?”

Hezti grinned and assured her, “Don’t worry, the hottest trend on TikTok right now is the Wade Family’s industry. I’ll

find a way to deliver this painting to the Painting and Calligraphy Association this morning. Within a few hours, it’ll

naturally create a buzz. As long as Morgana is still keeping an eye on Aurous Hill, she’s bound to come across it.”

After conveying his thoughts, Hezti added, “I presume that if what Miss Salazar said is true, Morgana will indeed

send the three elders. It’s likely they’ll depart soon.”

Maria nodded in agreement and added, “Traveling from the edge of Antarctica to China is a considerable distance.

It’s improbable for them to use ultra-long-range airliners on their island. Thus, they must first head to Argentina,

most probably en route right now.”

Glancing at the time, Hezti remarked with a smile, “If they’re efficient, they might have already taken off for China

by the time it’s seven or eight o’clock in the morning here.”

Pausing for a moment, Hezti continued, “Once they board the plane to China, I’ll publicly reveal Lord Morvel’s

paintings. Morgana will undoubtedly summon them back in a hurry. At that point, these three individual’s mental

states will likely crumble.”

Maria nodded in agreement, her smile widening. “These three elders have secluded themselves for a century, on

the brink of success, only to be abruptly called back by Morgana to fulfill a task. Naturally, they will harbor

discontent in their hearts. It’s only human nature.”

Both Hezti and Zeba concurred with Maria’s perspective.

Sighing, Zeba interjected, “Discontent is guaranteed. After all, we’ve persisted for a hundred years, yet it’s merely a

step away from achieving our goal. Suddenly, everything comes to a halt. Who knows how long the delay will be?”

Hezti chuckled and replied, “The point is, if an urgent task arises, they are duty-bound to respond. However, they’ve

been tossed around, yet to arrive in Aurous Hill and now they’re being called back. If you yank a dog back

immediately after setting it free, the dog won’t be pleased.”

With a smile, Maria inquired, “So, Young Master, what’s your plan now? How will this painting fit into the painting

and calligraphy exhibition?”

Hezti pondered for a moment and responded, “My father-in-law happens to be the executive vice president of the

Painting and Calligraphy Association. Lately, they’ve been searching for exhibits everywhere. I can give this painting

to him.”

Concern crept into Maria’s voice as she expressed, “Young Master’s identity is sensitive. Morgana has always sought

to discover the Young Master’s whereabouts. If you give the painting to your father-in- law, Morgana might dispatch

someone to investigate and they could stumble upon the Young Master’s identity. Wouldn’t that risk exposure?”

Hezti nodded thoughtfully and reassured her with a smile, “I’ll need to find a clever way to get this painting into my

father-in-law’s hands.”

Then, his gaze shifted to Zeba and he inquired, “Miss Salazar, does the formation Morgana left in your Soul Palace

require a specific formula for activation?”

Zeba confirmed, “Indeed, it does.”

Curiosity piqued, Hezti pressed further, “Have you attempted to use reiki to probe its secrets?”

Zeba replied, “I have investigated, but the Soul Palace remains sealed, impervious to our reiki.”

Hezti sighed and lamented, “Morgana’s power is undoubtedly formidable. I haven’t even opened my own Soul

Palace, let alone attempt to open someone else’s. Therefore, it’s unlikely that we can remove the self-detonation

formation in your body anytime soon.”

Softly sighing, Zeba admitted, “I never harbored the expectation of removing the formation. My only hope is that

this formation won’t harm innocent people. Time is short for me, with just over two years left to live.”

Intrigued, Hezti asked, “Why is that, Miss Salazar?”

Zeba explained, “Morgana left a strange poison in my body. Every three years, I must ingest an antidote, otherwise,

my meridians will be severed and my internal organs will be utterly destroyed.”

Concern furrowed Hezti’s brow as he proposed, “May I examine it?”

After a brief moment of hesitation, Zeba nodded slightly, extending her right hand to Milos.

Hezti placed his fingers on Zeba’s pulse, allowing a trace of aura to permeate her body. As it traversed through her

body, he discovered that her meridians, dantian and even internal organs were enveloped in a peculiar energy.

Vaguely sensing the energy’s ferocity, Hezti realized that despite its inherent volatility, it harmoniously coexisted

with another energy, acting as a stabilizer. This stabilizing energy continuously interacted with the former, ensuring

its stability.

Furthermore, Hezti detected a slow absorption occurring, where the latter was gradually being consumed by the

former. This absorption not only maintained the former’s stability but also allowed it to grow stronger over time. In

contrast, the latter weakened as it was persistently absorbed.

Unable to contain his observation, Hezti commented, “Miss Salazar, your body houses two peculiar auras. Were you

aware of this?”

Zeba nodded and confirmed, “These two auras are poison and antidote.”

Hezti sighed and remarked, “It appears that the deepest energy within you is the poison itself, while the intertwined

aura serves as the antidote’s effect, maintaining stability. However, the antidote’s slow absorption by the former will

eventually lead to an explosive reaction, suffocating you.”

Continuing, Hezti elucidated, “The toxin within your body differs entirely from that affecting the Dead Soldiers and

the Cavalry Guards. The toxin found within their bodies is a complex compound, likely a unique drug crafted by

Morgana. The toxin is combined with a specific antidote, forming a delicate balance. However, the poison in your

body, Miss Salazar, is less a poison and more a distinct aura.”

Zeba nodded, laughing wryly, “That’s Morgana for you. She devised a cunning plan. The poison and antidote she

provided us are, in fact, a specialized form of aura. The cleverness lies in the fact that if we fail to take the antidote,

we’ll be poisoned and meet our demise. Yet, when we do consume the antidote, it appears to stabilize the energy,

but, in reality, it allows this energy to continuously enhance its own strength. It’s akin to chronic poisoning, growing

deeper over time.”

Hezti couldn’t help but express his admiration, “Morgana’s intelligence is truly remarkable. Consequently, the

longer you live, the more you’ll rely on the antidote. However, the more you

consume it, the stronger the toxins in your body become. Even if you train tirelessly and enhance your abilities,

you’ll forever remain under the control of this toxin, perpetually taking the antidote every three years!”

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