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Such a vibrant and energetic atmosphere! She dared to swear on her honor that the newly promoted "Lord" was definitely no older than thirty!

I myself was promoted only a few years ago, after my 65th birthday, after spending a lot of precious materials and going through a ceremony. It is self-evident which is superior and which is inferior.

Suppressing her turbulent emotions, the middle-aged woman hurriedly instructed, "Quickly, go and find that respected... presumably a gentleman, and prepare a generous gift to pay him a visit."

Even with jealousy, one can always distinguish between what is important and what is not. Such a young and powerful person is certainly worth befriending. She casually picked up the work she had just finished, "Materials, potions... bring the blessing wreath as well, we must show the sincerity of our sect."

Just then, a golden rune on the table lit up. The middle-aged woman held up her hand, signaling her subordinate to wait a moment, and casually picked it up and placed it to her ear to activate the communication spell.

"...What did you say? It's actually...a bastard!" As the words came from the other side, a dark cloud suddenly rose on the woman's face, her expression gradually twisting, and she squeezed out one broken word after another through her teeth.

After a long while, she slowly put down the rune, her chest heaving violently.

"High Priest, besides the wreaths, what else should we prepare on the gift list?" The brown-haired woman cautiously continued the previous topic.

"Prepare my ass!" Her question was like setting off a firecracker. A dozen steel blades of wind pierced down, tearing the wreath on the table, along with the surrounding furniture, into pieces!

The furious growl was restrained by an invisible barrier, echoing back and forth in the room.

"Those shameless bastards, in order to win over others, they even have the audacity to push their apprentices into men's beds, right?"

……

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On the outskirts of Lake Pontchartrain.

A white handkerchief gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, her movements revealing a hint of panic.

The blond man in a dark blue suit coughed lightly and hesitated before asking the woman in front of him again for confirmation:

"Your Excellency Fiona, do you mean that the person just now... was an honorary member of the Sisterhood of Witches?" His facial muscles twitched as he tried his best to suppress the urge to refute.

The blond man whispered to the agent beside him, swallowing hard, "But he seems to be male..."

Fiona ran her fingers through the few extra strands of silver hair at her temples, her face grim, and glared at him fiercely.

"Nonsense, what else would a woman look for if not a man? Go see where he lives now? He's a friend of my apprentice!"

'Friend,' do you understand?

She pointed to a petite figure in the distance, her tone extremely irritated.

“The young people all live together now. I said he's an honorary member. Do you still have any doubts?”

She snorted coldly and began waving her hands to dismiss the guests, saying, "You've seen it, the sorority's influence is quite strong, please leave now."

The blond man hesitated, as if he wanted to say something, when a large hand reached out from his side and grabbed his arm tightly.

The gray-haired man with the scabbard-like face gave his colleague a look, forced an apologetic smile, and then took the envoy's leave.

“Director Gordon, although you are the head of the local Special Investigations Bureau, this matter is a decision made from above. How can you let it go so easily? The witches are clearly grasping at straws in their desperation. Who knows if what they are saying is true or false? We have to verify it…”

The blond envoy plopped down on the spacious seat in the carriage, grumbling sullenly.

"Stop overthinking it, buddy." Gordon patted him on the shoulder, took out his phone, and started dialing.

"Should I sneak into their bedroom and secretly install a camera to verify? As long as I know their relationship is very close, that's enough. I don't want to offend a promising and powerful person without knowing the details."

As a seasoned official, he was quite open-minded. Although intelligence indicated that they hadn't reached that point yet, who could say for sure about the affairs of young men and women?

Sometimes all it takes is a drink, a movie, or a joke that's both real and fake—that's what the hormone-fueled age is all about... An older man, now in the latter half of his life, reminisces about his youth and answers the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Milyo, may I ask if you have time to choose your mission reward today?" He quickly considered his words, trying to make his tone sound less forced.

"Oh, you've already given me the [Fountain of Youth]? Sorry, I wasn't clear; that was the basic reward. You also bravely protected a large number of citizens and killed several powerful monsters that night, so according to regulations, we have to pay you additional rewards..."

Watching the convoy leave, Fiona let out a heavy sigh, turned her gaze to the apprentice she had summoned, and remained silent for a long time with her lips pressed into a thin line.

Madison felt uneasy under her gaze, and shrank back, his golden hair, disheveled from several days of hard work, swaying in the wind.

"You must be tired?" the old witch said expressionlessly. "I'll give you a day off. Go back and rest, but remember..."

She calmly instructed, "Don't wander around, just stay home for the whole day."

Sitting in the car, the blonde girl's head was still spinning, and it wasn't until they had driven quite a distance that she became a little more alert.

"Your gaze, Chairman, is so strange. It's like I've seen you somewhere before?"

Madison racked his brains for a long time, but ultimately to no avail.

If she could recall her visit to the farm when she was a child, she would probably understand.

—That feeling of hope and emotion intertwined clearly shows the owner seeing the fat piglet ready for market and hoping to sell it for a good price!

Chapter 296 Mountain Road, Accident 1

The warm and cold air currents converge quietly to form a mountain breeze, which sweeps in from the depths of the forest, gently brushing across the rolling trees and plucking the delicate, light dry leaves from the branches, carrying them away from their original habitat.

With the help of the wind, these plucked pale yellow flakes, like drifting feathers, slowly spun and danced in the air, eventually falling one after another onto the country lanes, blending into the dust that covered the ground.

The humus, catalyzed by sunlight, rain, and snow, spreads along both sides of the road, forming two faint wavy lines under the wash of rainwater. The few old tire tracks on it indicate that there are few people living in the surrounding area.

A round pine cone fell from a tree and rolled onto the road. A furry brown shadow darted out; it was a North American red squirrel that couldn't bear to see this delicious, oily nut decay with the dust and mud, and chased after it.

It bared its sharp, large teeth and painstakingly chipped away at the hard, scaly outer skin, stuffing its cheek pouches full of nature's bounty, preparing to take them back to its nest for storage, in preparation for the coming long, cold winter.

It had only eaten half of the food when suddenly its ears perked up, it hurriedly dropped the food it was holding between its two little paws, its fluffy tail twitched, and it darted back into the woods in a flash.

A few breaths later, a blue-gray car glided past at a steady speed.

"Another animal. The ecology in this area is really well protected."

Zhu Mingyao glanced at the alert little creature that had escaped, turned a corner, reduced his speed, and focused on sensing his surroundings.

The mountain road is winding and poorly maintained. The branches of the trees along the roadside block the light, so even in broad daylight, the visibility is somewhat poor.

It is only natural for ordinary pedestrians to be careful here, but in the eyes of a highly accomplished cultivator, it is no different from a smooth road. The reason he acts this way is because the clues revealed by the divine prophecy are in the mountains and forests within a radius of several dozen miles.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Zhu Mingyao concealed his aura and secretly dispatched the Earth and Wood Ghosts from the Five Elements Yin Soldiers to search discreetly under the cover of environmental attributes.

About half an hour later, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, his expression strange, a half-smile on his face, as if he had discovered something unexpected.

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……

"Am I cursed by the devil today?"

The black-haired man grabbed his hair in frustration, looking at the accident scene before him with utter despair.

My blue Toyota and a white Ford Traveller were blocking the road. One's head had exploded, and the other's rear end was smashed open. Engine oil and parts were spilled all over the ground, showing how violent the recent rear end explosion had been.

Five young people, three men and two women, who looked like college students, stood with their arms crossed and hands on their hips, glaring angrily at him.

"Don't you have eyes? It's not even dark yet! You just walked straight into me!"

"Ahhh! My dear Spike Explorer..." Among them, the well-mannered, curly-haired young man in the yellow jacket cried out, clutching his beloved mountain bike, which was hanging from the back of the white Ford and twisted into a pretzel by the impact, with a look of utter despair.

"I saved up my allowance for four whole months to buy the latest model..."

The man became even more embarrassed upon hearing this, waving his fingers frantically as he explained:

"There was a dead deer lying there covered in blood. I was so focused on it that by the time I noticed you, it was too late to brake."

"Ultimately, it was because we were driving too fast. Did you think that just because there are no police on rural roads, you can speed excessively? Luckily, we weren't in the car. For a moment, it felt like my grandma from heaven was waving to me!" The girl with short red hair clutched her chest, still shaken.

Her boyfriend, wearing brown goggles, snorted coldly at the perpetrator and hugged his lover tightly with pity.

"I'm so sorry, I have a very urgent job that I need to finish in a hurry. I didn't expect there to be other vehicles on the half-abandoned road."

The black-haired man apologized repeatedly, his eyes darting nervously between them, only breathing a sigh of relief after confirming that no one was hurt.

"Don't worry, I will compensate everyone for their losses." He swallowed hard, and asked again with a hint of regret:

"By the way... why did you stop in the middle of the road?"

"Because the tire was punctured." Ignoring the other person's veiled attempt to shirk responsibility, a tall girl with long, flowing hair walked up from behind. A gentle breeze lifted the front of her short trench coat, revealing the full breasts outlined by her stretchy white tank top.

She angrily held up a long, thin object in her hand and pointed it at the tires of her car, indicating:

"I don't know which bastard strung up barbed wire on the road, tied one end to a tree, and then there was a loud bang!"

Her pretty face was clouded with gloom as she shook the rusty, grayish-black wire. "It was even soaked in charcoal ash for camouflage. That damned guy did it on purpose!"

"Maybe it was done by a nearby repair shop. People in the countryside will do all sorts of dirty things to make a little money." The black-haired man shook his head helplessly.

"This has gone beyond a prank! Call the police! Whoever it is, they need to reflect on their actions in jail!" The red-haired girl waved her phone angrily, recalling the dangerous situation just now.

The young woman, wearing a blue long-sleeved T-shirt and with slightly dark skin, grinned and patted her best friend on the shoulder. "Don't waste your time. You overestimated the infrastructure of the Federal Communications Company. Since we entered the mountain road, there hasn't been a single bar of signal."

"What are we going to do? Are we just going to be stuck in this desolate wilderness? It's so cold in the mountains, and I didn't bring any warm clothes." The red-haired girl hugged her smooth forearms and rubbed them vigorously a few times. Of the group, she was the only one who cared most about her appearance, still wearing thin and revealing summer clothes.

The long-haired girl pondered for a moment, "I remember there was a small grocery store run by an old man at the intersection when we came here. They should have a phone there..."

The dark-haired man gave a wry smile. "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. When I went to buy cigarettes, the shopkeeper was complaining about why the repairman hadn't come yet—the phone has been broken for half a month."

He dejectedly stretched out his hand: "Chris, a network engineer who wanted to land a big, lucrative job, but it fell through because of a car accident, and now he has to pay for the repairs himself."

"I really feel sorry for you." The girl in the white vest smiled, amused by his bittersweet humor, tilted her head at her companions, and briefly introduced herself.

"As for us, you can probably tell without me saying anything—a typical group of poor college students traveling after graduation season."

The handsome guy in sunglasses is Evan, the red-haired beauty is his girlfriend France, the nerdy guy in the yellow shirt Scott and the dark-haired Carly are a couple, and I, Jesse, am a pathetic single driver…

“Hey, I haven’t officially said yes to him yet!” Carly rolled up her sleeves and put her hands on her hips, her tanned forearm muscles bulging, protesting her act of helping her friend.

"Classmates, enough joking around, let's think of something!" Frans pouted and scolded.

Jesse rummaged through the messy trunk for a while, and managed to pull out a relatively intact jacket from the gaps in the twisted and deformed metal panels, tossing it to her.

"What else can we do but wrap your delicate waist, which is afraid of the wind and cold, and walk back to the service area together?"

"I don't want to walk twenty or thirty miles in the mountains..." The red-haired woman frowned in disgust and threw away the clothes covered in engine oil.

She opened the car door, inspected the cracked glass, reclined the seat, stretched, and lay down inside. "Luckily, it's not broken yet. I'll hold on in this little nest for a while while you call for help."

Chapter 297 Mountain Road, Accident 2

A soft velvet cloth carefully brushed away the dust and fallen leaves, wiping the white station wagon's hood until it was spotless.

When will they be back?

"Even if you go straight through the woodland, shortening the journey by more than half, it will still take at least two hours."