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.”

flattery, saying, “The Lord is wise

and prepare a place for them to stay. You shall accompany them for a few days and we shall

didn’t hesitate and quickly responded, “Your

toward a wall in the main hall where a world

fixed on Myanmar on the map, then shifted to

seems you underestimated me and my brother. When you left, both of us were by your side, yet you never revealed the secret of longevity to us. After more than three hundred years since your passing,

thought, Morgana’s mind instantly traveled back

Mountains lay a

reason being that for hundreds of years, 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

that the epicenter of the miasma was none other than the cave where Morvel Bazin secluded himself for cultivation. The miasma was merely a formation he had set up to shield mortals from the troubles

to longevity, residing in

into the mountains,

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

against the invading rebels. As

Morgana’s thoughts jumped

older brother, Lucius Clark,