The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Morgana had lived for over 300 years, but she had never experienced fear as gripping as she did now.

A peculiar sense of dread surged through her heart like a torrent bursting through gates, causing her to feel as

though she were falling at an ever-accelerating speed.

Despite reaching the age of four hundred, her strength growing with each passing day, her courage had waned

over the years.

There were two things she feared most, growing old and dying, and having her true identity exposed.

Consequently, the Warriors Den had many members, but only a few knew the Lord’s true identity.

Aside from the four marshals, all the other members belonged to the Mirren family.

These Mirren family members were descendants of Morgana’s tribe, relying on her for a life of luxury, which

fostered an unwavering loyalty towards her.

However, Morgana showed no mercy towards the few rebels within the Mirren family. She would eliminate those

who deserved it.

Moreover, she kept secrets from the Mirren family.

They knew she possessed extraordinary powers and had achieved immortality, but they remained oblivious to her

true origins.

The four marshals were no different. They knew she had lived for four centuries, but her master’s identity

remained a mystery to them.

Amidst her fear, Morgana contemplated this thought.

Initially, she believed Zeba had not perished but had leaked his information to their secret enemies.

However, upon closer reflection, she had never disclosed his master’s identity to her.

Apart from herself, only three individuals knew that she was Morvel Bazin’s student.

Morvel Bazin himself was one of them, as well as Lucius Clark, her older brother whom she had once deeply loved.

The last person was Lucius Clark’s daughter, Maria.

As this realization dawned on her, Morgana’s eyes widened, her teeth clenched, and she uttered in a cold voice,

“Maria… Could it be that you betrayed me?” She paused, deep in thought.

Morgana recollected a crucial detail and murmured to herself, “The last time I sent someone to apprehend Maria,

she was aided by an expert and escaped unscathed. The person I dispatched was the Cyprus cavalry guard. Soon

after, Jarvis perished in the fortress where the dead soldiers and Cavalry Guards vanished without a trace… Could it

be… Could it be that Maria truly found a powerful ally?”

Suddenly, Morgana entertained another idea—could the artist who created the master’s portrait be the same

person who aided Maria?

Almost instantly, she dismissed the notion. The mysterious person seemed more like the Evan’s protector than

Maria’s. He had rescued the Evans family in Aurous Hill and guarded them throughout their journey. If he was so

concerned about their safety, why would he travel to Northern Europe to protect Maria? However, if Maria hadn’t

exposed my identity, how did he come to know about me? Could it be… that he met the master on Shizun Mountain

and learned of my existence from him? But why, after all these years, did he choose to reveal himself now?

“What’s more perplexing,” Morgana continued to muse, “if this person truly is a disciple accepted by the master

within the last five hundred years, he should consider himself a disciple of Morgana. Since my

older brother must be stronger than me, why would such a formidable person protect the Evans family? How is he

capable of protecting them?”

At that moment, a thought flashed through Morgana’s mind, and she exclaimed, “Could it be that he too seeks the

secret to immortality?”

Frowning once again, Morgana muttered to herself, “If he also desires the secret of immortality, then he should not

protect the Evans family…” Her mind was flooded with countless vague and uncertain clues, leaving her feeling

overwhelmed.

However, one thing was certain—the moment the other party produced the painting, it served as a clear warning to

Morgana. If she persisted in attacking the Evans family, they would undoubtedly retaliate.

This reminded her of Gideon, who had perished in the explosion. She couldn’t help but remark, “Come to think of it,

Gideon discovered a mystical weapon as soon as he arrived in Aurous Hill, capable of summoning celestial thunder.

Now it’s evident that his encounter was not due to mere luck; it was a trap set by the enemy!”

“If that’s the case,” Morgana no longer concerned herself with sorting through the countless clues and possibilities

in her mind. Her primary objective was to summon the three elders back immediately.

If the adversary had no fear even in the face of Gideon’s self-destruction, then the three elders might prove

inadequate against them.

If all three elders were to arrive in Aurous Hill and fall victim to the enemy’s trap, their losses would be far more

severe.

Three of the four esteemed marshals had already vanished. If the three elders were to follow suit, the Warriors Den

would lose over half of its strength in terms of aura.

Furthermore, Morgana worried that by dispatching the three elders to Aurous Hill immediately after the enemy had

revealed the master’s portrait, she would essentially be declaring a direct confrontation. This would undoubtedly

enrage the enemy.

Without further delay, Morgana reached for a satellite phone and called Aemon, who was on the plane.

At that moment, Aemon Mirren had just managed to calm the three elders’ apprehensions about flying. Suddenly,

he received a call from Morgana. Hurriedly answering, he respectfully inquired, “My Lord, how may I assist you?”

Without hesitation, Morgana declared, “Abort the mission and return immediately!”

“Eh?” Aemon Mirren hastily brought the phone to his ear and walked towards the back of the Boeing plane.

Confused, he asked, “My Lord… Why was the mission canceled? The three elders finally left, what would you like

me to tell them? They were on their way to Aurous Hill!”

Morgana scolded coldly, “I told you to come back, so come back! Who gave you the audacity to question my

decision?”

Aemon Mirren broke into a cold sweat, hastily slapping himself twice before timidly responding, “I spoke out of turn,

and I sincerely apologize, my lord. Please rest assured, I will instruct the crew to return to the departure point!”

After hanging up, Aemon Mirren hurried to the cockpit.

Passing by the area where the three elders were resting, Balin inquired, “Aemon, what happened? Why did the Lord

cancel the mission?” It was then that Aemon Mirren realized his foolishness. Why had he asked the Lord over the

phone? What reason had been given? The three elders were present, and none of their conversations escaped

their ears. Naturally, the Lord wouldn’t share any secrets over the phone.

Quickly, he replied to the three elders, “The Lord suddenly announced the mission’s cancellation, but I am unaware

of the specific reasons.” Bowing respectfully, he continued, “Grandfathers, please wait a moment. I will inform the

crew and gather more details. Once we return, we can consult the Lord and determine the course of action.”

Upon hearing this, the three elders couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment. It wasn’t that they were eager

to carry out the mission in Aurous Hill; rather, they believed that the Lord of England had awakened them from

their seclusion for an important reason. Although their retreat had been interrupted, completing the task would

undoubtedly lead to rewards from the Lord, allowing them to resume their seclusion with peace of mind.

However, the sudden order to return meant not only the absence of rewards but also the possibility of entering an

indefinite standby state. Once in this state, they had no idea when they would be able to retreat again.

Exchanging glances, they could sense each other’s doubts and dissatisfaction, but within the confines of the uneasy

plane, none dared to voice their thoughts.

Soon, under Aemon Mirren’s instructions, the crew applied for a return route to Buenos Aires from air traffic

control.

Five minutes later, the request was approved, and the Boeing 777 drew a massive circle in the sky, leaving behind a

trajectory resembling a halo, before turning around and heading back to the airport of origin.

At that moment, Jordan, who had been monitoring numerous planes, noticed something peculiar. Most

transoceanic flights traveled in a straight line, but one plane completed a 180-degree turn, leaving behind a circular

trajectory as it headed toward Buenos Aires.

Observing this, Sandra finally felt a sense of relief.

He knew that his “Empty City Plan” had succeeded!

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