His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0608 With a swift motion, Alexander's hand hovered and then snatched the chest from its resting place, shaking off years of dust with a single flick of his wrist.

The ancient artwork, once obscured, then lay bare before him. The simple yet masterful strokes depicted a scene of ancient warfare, perhaps the tomb master's most glorious battle.

However, time had worn away any hope of uncovering the warrior's identity.

"The name of the one who rests here doesn't matter. What matters is... the jade amulet." With a steadying breath, Alexander gently lifted the lid of the chest.

There it was—the jade amulet! Tucked inside the wooden box was a jade amulet, its green hue as deep as the heart of the forest, nearly identical to the two others he had already found. The intricate patterns

within played a game of hide and seek, matching perfectly with the ones on its siblings. The only twist was a slight shift in the pattern's flow, the exact meaning of which remained elusive. Caleb's clues pointed to one thing: gather all eight jade amulets to unlock their deepest mystery.

"The energy's barely there." The initial thrill faded as Alexander ran his fingers over the refreshing surface of the new jade, a silent sigh in his thoughts. For some reason, that jade's life force paled in comparison to the one from Coconut Wind Island. If that one was a vast lake of energy, this was nothing more than a puddle, useless for his quest to reach the Lord of War realm.

"No energy, no problem. The main thing is, it's mine now." With a grin breaking through, Alexander pocketed all three jade amulets, gave a respectful nod to the silent guardians of the tomb, and ignored the scattered treasures as he made his way back to daylight.

"He's back, Mister Kane's back!" Darius and the miners had been pacing by the mine's mouth, worry etched on their faces.

However, relief washed over them as Alexander stepped into view, "Mister Kane's okay! That blast wasn't bad at all, he's alive!" What? Feeling the solid earth beneath his boots, Alexander paused, a flicker of confusion giving way to understanding.

That explains it! They must have thought the tomb's entrance stone coming down was some kind of cave-in.

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"Close it off." Alexander did not need to elaborate on the grim scene within the tomb. He simply shook his head at the miners and whispered, "We owe the dead their peace. The air's thick with L

toxins, and there's nothing worth digging for.

"Once it's sealed, fill the shaft. No one digs here again without my say-so. And the magnetic field down there? It'll fade before long, so don't fret." Darius and the crew did not question Alexander's command, nodding eagerly, "You can count on us, Mister Kane. We'll seal this shaft tight! I "Besides, we've got plenty of other digs. Mine twenty-eight is off-limits for good, no exceptions! "We'll do as you say, Mister Kane..." With a smile, Alexander left the mine alongside the workers. The silent Duke of War, I Green Dragon, trailed behind until they were alone. Then he leaned in close, his voice a hushed murmur.

" Your Lordship, Juno's just sent word.

~~ Vinicent's caught a whiff of trouble and skipped out in the dead of night.

"Juno followed your orders to the letter, kept "

tabs on Vinicent without making a move.

Satellite's got him pegged heading for Sullivan town, a hundred clicks out." Sullivan town? Alexander's gaze drifted eastward, toward the distant Sullivan town, a spark igniting in his eyes, growing brighter by the second.

Vinicent could run, but he could not hide from the all-seeing eyes of the Temple of War's satellites. They were not just letting him slip I away, they were biding their time, waiting for him to lead them to something bigger. The moment Vinicent reached out to the elusive Black Maple master, Juno, the Duke of War, would be hot on his trail.

Black Maple master...

Those three jade amulets in his possession were too precious to let go of without a fight.

As the night deepened, Alexander bid farewell to the dusty confines of the Ninth District and made his way back to the heart of Pearson

town. At the Armando Grand Hotel, he found Amber, his wife, deep in slumber. He watched her lips move with whispered dreams, a soft smile gracing his face before he lay down beside her, succumbing to sleep's sweet embrace.

Meanwhile, Vinicent was a mess, barreling down the road in his Mercedes S600, fleeing to Sullivan town, a hundred kilometers of desperation behind him.

Sullivan town was a far cry from Pearson town, with its straightforward hierarchy.

There, the underworld was non-existent, replaced by venerable families with deep roots and vast influence. Vinicent's eyes were set on the biggest fish of them all—the Walbeer family, the undisputed mining magnates of Sullivan town. 1