"What do you mean? Tell me, my husband can still be saved, right?" The baroness's face betrayed an uncharacteristic worry. For years, she had maintained an unwavering composure in every situation, but now her voice quivered with desperation.“I apologize, my lady. Of course, Lord Quentin can still be saved.” Realizing the alarm his expression had caused, Marc softened his tone and demeanor.After saying this, Marc withdrew both hands from Thomas's face. At that moment, the baron’s body, which had been sitting upright, suddenly slumped back into the chair. His complexion, while still pale, looked less deathly than before, and his eyes were now closed again."We should move Lord Quentin back to his room," Marc suggested. Shortly after, two bodyguards arrived with a stretcher covered in a thick mattress and carefully transported the baron to his bedroom."Mr. Belmont, if I may ask, what exactly happened to Lord Quentin?" Outside Thomas’s room, Joshua couldn’t contain his curiosity any lo

One day had passed. The sound of wild roosters crowing echoed faintly in the distance as Marc opened the inn’s lobby door in the early morning.“Hopefully, they’ll find him soon,” he muttered, his gaze fixed on the sky. Although the day was bright and clear, he knew that a heavy cloud of tension still hung over the Quentin manor. His revelation yesterday—that the rarest type of yarsagumba was in the possession of an officer in Cammont—had sparked a wave of activity from Joshua. The man had not only mobilized the manor’s staff and bodyguards but had also contacted powerful families to locate this officer.“Hey, do you think you’re paid to just lounge around like this?”Leonie Griffin, a woman who had been staying at the Greencliff Inn since yesterday, suddenly appeared behind him. She was visibly annoyed—not just because Marc seemed sluggish, but because he often appeared lost in thought. Beside her, Sasha Griffin, her daughter, also gave Marc a condescending glare.“Mrs. Griffin, Sash

A few minutes earlier.“This scent?” As Marc stood gazing outside, his sharp sense of smell caught a familiar aroma. At the same time, his ears picked up the sound of footsteps approaching the lobby. Since there were only two guests staying at the inn, it was undoubtedly Leonie and Sasha. Strangely, the closer their steps came, the stronger the scent became.“Hey, do you think you’re paid just to stand around like that?” Leonie probably thought Marc was daydreaming, but in reality, the young man was trying to recall the scent with his sharp nose.“This is king yarsagumba! There’s no mistaking it!” Marc thought, glancing briefly at the small bag Leonie was carrying. Even though it had been ten years since he last encountered it, his nose remembered the distinct aroma of the very rare herb.“What a stroke of luck!” Marc muttered as Leonie and Sasha walked out of the lobby. With the remedy needed to treat Thomas right in front of him, Marc wouldn’t need to search any longer to heal the b

"Mmm, this..." Wiping away the remnants of food from her mouth, Leonie opened her bag and took out a small black wooden box. The box resembled a pencil case and didn’t look particularly special. "This was a gift my father gave me before he passed away."Without being prompted, Leonie opened the box, and Marc immediately nodded. On the table sat a small stalk of yarsagumba, its blood-red surface velvety, with fine veins that seemed to glow faintly under the light. Its herbal aroma was so potent that every breath felt like it carried the energy of the snowy mountains where it originated. Though this object, resembling a caterpillar cocoon, appeared trivial, among elite healers, they would pay any price to acquire it."Yes, this is definitely king yarsagumba. It’s the same one I saw back then," Marc thought, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the medicinal plant. The king yarsagumba before him was identical to the one Helma had given that old officer. "But how did this end up in her possessi

“What exactly is inside this little box?” Marc murmured to himself, clutching the velvet-lined, deep maroon box that resembled a ring case. It was seven in the evening as he walked past the front gate, replaying Annette’s words in his head.“Even though it looks fragile, this box is incredibly sturdy. We’ve never been able to open it, no matter how hard we’ve tried.”Still gazing at the small box, Marc didn’t realize he had already reached the lobby door. As he stepped inside, Leonie and Sasha were sitting on the sofa, engrossed in their phones.This time, however, Marc noticed something different about their appearance compared to the last two days. Sasha was wearing a sleeveless maroon evening gown that fell just above her knees, while Leonie wore an elegant black dress. Their attire made them look not only stunning but also like sisters.“You both look amazing tonight. Are you heading out for dinner?” Marc greeted them, quickly tucking the tiny box into his shirt pocket.“Oh, Marc!