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In the yard, there was a vegetable plot, but it wasn’t planted with crops. Instead, it was filled with aquamarine grass. Though they weren’t planted in the greenhouse during the winter, the grass still radiated endless vigor as in spring. Every blade of grass seemed to be carved from jasper. They even exuded a faint light.In addition, there was a small tree the height of a man in the corner next to it. Each of the five fruits dangling from the tree was crystal clear and glistened in red, as if they were natural red agate.Tyr wondered out loud. “What are these?”“Salvo magical fruit and White Hops Grass. Our ancestors brought them out of some forbidden lands,” Otes explained. “White Hops Grass was one of them, and it can only be harvested once every ten years. They have a strong medicinal value that the 1000-year ginseng and 100-year reishi mushroom can’t match.”“It took thirty years for this Salvo magical fruit to mature. This year is the thirtieth year. It has a fantastic effec

Tyr and Olympias were standing somewhere not far away from Jules, seemingly out of place with the others because they didn’t care who became the White family patriarch next. Tyr asked in a low voice, “Oly, who do you prefer to be the patriarch?”“Of course it’s Uncle Jules.” Olympias stated flatly, “Boss, you know I don’t get along with Uncle Ansel. I’m almost certain he’s the mastermind behind my father’s incident at the time.”“Have you ever thought about avenging your family?”Olympias’s heart jerked violently as a result. “Grandpa no longer pursues this matter,” she finally said after a while. “Why should I seek vengeance?”Tyr knew in his heart that the girl wasn’t telling the truth. Olympias’ eyes still glowed with resentment even now when she looked at Ansel despite her answer.Tyr and Olympias, on the other hand, realized that since Regis had decided not to pursue this matter, there would be no way for others to do so, because no one possessed that capability.Olympias must h

“Master Jules, are you out of your mind?” Ettore and others looked at Jules in disbelief.“I agree!” Jules exclaimed as he stepped up. “Let Oly be the patriarch of the White family!”For a brief moment, the scene fell silent as soon as these words were spoken. Everyone looked at Jules with an extremely astonished look. They couldn’t figure out what Jules had up his sleeve.Jules was currently the only member of the family who could challenge Ansel for the position of patriarch. Yet, he was actually actively supporting Olympias at the time. Why did he act in a way that was out of character for him? Anyone with a rational mind could not agree to let Olympias become the family patriarch in this situation. Regis’ decision was, in fact, nonsense.“Are you sure, Jules?” Benoit, who stood next to Ansel, twitched his facial muscles violently a few times. “Our father’s decision is a joke,” he said to Jules. “Is it possible that you share his sense of humor? This is something that concerns

“Dad, quit thinking about it! I will make the call now.” With that being said, Jehan was about to walk out of the room when he was stopped by Ansel. His father yelled, “Stop there! I can’t do this kind of thing!”“But Dad!”“Brother!”“Shut up, both of you!” Ansel turned to face the wall and said, “Shut up and let me have some peace!”***The sky turned pitch black as night fell, and even the moon was obscured by thick fog and dark clouds. In front of a relatively remote hotel in Fern City, some figures entered the door of this hotel one after another. A man in a bomber jacket with a tuft of golden hair on his head stood in front of the window in a hotel suite at the time. In his hand, he held a smoldering cigar. When the door sounded with loud knocks, he asked the visitor to come in. An old man in a linen garment walked in from the outside. After he came in, the old man did not say anything, but immediately found a place to sit down, as if he was waiting for something to

With that being said, Goswin directly presented a copy of the voice recording to Olympias, saying, “Patriarch, this is yesterday’s recording.”Olympias turned on the voice recorder. It played the voices of Ansel and Jehan conversing in the study the day before. Olympias snorted coldly after she finished listening to the recording. “I hereby order Ansel to be arrested.”“Yes, Matriarch.” Goswin turned around and left as soon as he received the order. Meanwhile, Olympias and Tyr remained where they were. They played the recording once more.“Boss, it seems like the situation is getting more and more complicated. Who do you think recorded this?”“It’s most likely a spy who has been lurking by Ansel’s side,” Tyr replied.“Uncle Benoit?”“It shouldn’t be.” Tyr shook his head, “He’s part of the team that wants you dead.”***The Justice Hall launched their operation outside Ansel’s house at nine o’clock in the morning. They surrounded the house’s entrance, leaving no gaps for anyon