The Charismatic Charlie Wade

“Your subordinate obeys!” Aemon kowtowed thrice, as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly scurried out of the room.

Just as Aemon was about to make his exit, Morgana suddenly called out, “Stop!”

Aemon’s back went cold and he swiftly turned around, trembling as he inquired, “M… My Lord… do you have any further commands?”

Morgana asked him, “How are the Three Elders?”

Relieved that Morgana was not pursuing the matter further, Aemon replied, bowing respectfully, “My Lord, the Three Elders are currently waiting in the secret hall.”

Morgana furrowed her brow and asked, “When I ordered their return, did you notice any changes in their demeanor?”

“This…” Aemon Mirren hesitated for a moment before respectfully answering, “Master, when you ordered their return, the Three Elders appeared somewhat displeased.”

“Displeased?” Morgana sneered and calmly said, “These three individuals are dissatisfied because I disturbed their seclusion. It seems that human nature works that way. Offer someone a bowl of rice and they may not show much gratitude. Take away half of their meal and they will hate you instead.”

Aemon cautiously asked, “My Lord, what do you think should be done?”

Morgana responded indifferently, “Rewards! Naturally, they should be rewarded! When you lead troops into battle, they should be rewarded for victory, rewarded for their exhaustion and rewarded for their fruitless efforts. However, the rewards will come later. Let them wait and allow them to complain silently. Rewarding them outright will make them feel entitled. It’s better to let them contemplate their previous complaints and feel a sense of shame when the time is right.”

only offer flattery, saying, “The Lord is

impatiently. “Very well, go and prepare a place for them to stay.

didn’t hesitate and quickly responded,

main hall where a world map was projected using

width, was projected onto the entire wall. Her gaze fixed on Myanmar on the map, then shifted to the neighboring southern province and finally traveled to the Dian Mountains, thousands of miles away from the southern province. Her thoughts drifted away. She thought

both of us were by your side, yet you

back to 1650, more than three hundred years

a forbidden place rarely visited

an unfathomable miasma had plagued the area. No matter where one ventured, they would end up on the outskirts of the miasma. Inhaling it would result in months of excruciating headaches, nausea and unbearable pain. Some desperate souls, driven by curiosity, ventured into the heart of the miasma, only to meet their

none other than the cave where Morvel Bazin secluded himself for cultivation. The miasma was merely

pursued the path to longevity,

the invading army into the mountains, they found themselves

would never have coincidentally saved the two of them. It was through this rescue that Morvel Bazin learned of the sudden changes in the

skills and allowing them to continue the fight against the

moment, Morgana’s thoughts jumped to

was like her older brother, Lucius Clark, in dedicating herself to the cause, even