Jaxon calmed himself down and slowly made his way to his tiny


    wooden cabin.


    Felicity pursed her lips and followed after him.


    The cabin was sparsely decorated. Other than a table and chair, the only other piece of furniture inside


    was a meditation cushion.


    A piece of silk with a picture of Jesus embroidered on it hung from


    his wall.


    Jaxon took 500 dors from the box on his bedside table. He had


    gotten this money in exchange for spending half a year weaving


    baskets.


    He also needed to purchase medicinal herbs when he provided


    medical treatment to the vigers.


    Although some of the herbs could be sourced from the mountains,


    most still needed to be purchased from apothecaries.


    Felicity nced at Jaxon’s box and asked, “Is 500 dors all the


    money you have?”


    Jaxon replied calmly, “It’s just enough to get by!”


    Felicity took 400 dors, leaving Jaxon with a hundred dors. “Come see me next time you’re in


    Sagen. I’ll repay you tenfold!”


    After a moment’s thought, she took off her left earring and ced it


    in Jaxon’s hand. “Just in case you don’t believe me, I’ll use my earring


    as coteral. This is one of Van Cleef and Arpels’ finest pieces of


    jewelry. It’s worth over 35 million dors. Don’t lose it!”


    She turned and walked away after saying that.


    Jaxon stood rooted to the spot in shock.


    This tiny thing… was worth over 35 million dors?


    He was not money-driven, but the price still shocked him.


    Letting out a soft sigh, he put the money and earring back into the box, which he then ced beside his


    pillow. Then, he walked over to his statues and began meditating.


    After Felicity said her goodbyes to Yana and the mayor, the mayor gave her a ride to the nearest train


    station.


    She spent an hour getting herself a temporary identification card and/ then another hour waiting in line


    to get train tickets. All she managed to get was a standing ticket, which meant she would have to spend


    the next six hours standing.


    “God, there isn’t even a high-speed rail station here… I can’t believe


    this!”


    Felicity had never been this bbergasted in her life.


    The next time she took a long trip, she would ask her grandfather to let her use one of his helicopters.


    At Royal Bay Vi 14 in Jonford, Eric took Altas’ Aston Martin out for


    a drive.


    As he was about to drive out of the courtyard, Eric turned to look at As, who was watching him from


    the top floor. He grinned as he said, “You’re still young, so don’t be jealous of the life I’m living…”


    He stepped on the elerator and zoomed off after saying that.


    Winnie, who was in the passenger’s seat, giggled. “You don’t seem that old yourself…”


    Eric put on his sunsses, beaming. “But I’m his mentor…”


    Winnie suddenly became worried about the future when she thought about how Eric would not grow old


    at the same pace as her. “I’ll look older than you after 20 or 30 years. Will you avoid me when that


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    happens?”


    Winnie already knew what his answer would be. Men who were just caught up in the feelings of love


    would never say yes.


    However, even if it was just sweet talk, she would still be happy if she


    heard those words from the mouth of the man she loved.


    Eric grinned. “You have a body with mystical dark energy, while I have a body with supreme light


    energy. Our energiesplement each


    other, and my energy will influence your cells. As a result, they’ll slow


    down in their aging process…


    “Besides, Nash knows how to craft elixirs. I’ll get him to craft you an


    elixir of youth so that you’ll always look as beautiful as you did when


    you were 18…”


    Winnie’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at Eric. “Really? That sounds so


    dream-like!”


    Forever 18.


    Was that not every woman’s dream?


    Eric smiled. “Of course, it’s true…”


    “I love you so much, sir…”


    Winnie leaned forth and kissed Eric on his cheek.


    Then, a disgruntled look appeared on her face. “Can’t you shave? Your stubble is so prickly…”


    Ericughed. “This makes me seem manly. I grew my beard the same


    way those international models do…”


    Winnie sighed. “Where are we going now?”


    “Quiet Winds Church!”


    Eric parked the car by the curb so that he could pull up the directions


    for Quiet Winds Church on his phone’s navigation system.