“Mr. Ethan, your cautious approach is truly commendable. It’s no wonder you are able to navigate the treacherous political scene skillfully,” Dustin teased.
“Your Grace, please, spare me. My life is practically hanging by a thread with me being in constant danger,” Ethan replied with a wry smile.
If it became known that he was assisting the West Lucozian monarchy, he would either be dismissed from his position or have his home raided.
But no matter the outcome, it would be a dead end for him. Navigating the court for so many years, he had offended numerous people. Once he lost power, countless people would surely seize the opportunity to take him down.
“Mr. Ethan, if I succeed in my goals, I’ll consider it a debt owed to the Langfords. If you run into trouble in the future, I will back you up,” Dustin assured.
“”Thank you, Your Grace!” Ethan’s expression brightened. At least he was getting rewarded. With the support of the West Lucozian monarchy, there would still be a way out for him even if something went wrong.
“Mr. Ethan, regarding the map of the Moseys’ mansion, it needs to be done as soon as possible. I don’t have much time left,” Dustin reminded.
“Don’t worry, Your Grace. I will make sure to deliver it to you before nightfall today.” Ethan promised.
“Oh, by the way, is Anders in Oakvale?” Dustin asked another question.
“It’ll be Sir Mosey’s birthday celebration banquet in a few days. He should be back by then,” Ethan replied.
“Very well, I need detailed information on him, including his interests, preferences, personal habits, and any special abilities he might possess. Find as much information as possible,” Dustin instructed.
“No problem.” Ethan nodded.
“Alright, that’s all for now. I’ll contact you if there’s anything else.”
Dustin raised his hand, signaling the driver to stop. He then hailed a taxi and headed back to Camron Medicals.
On the way back, Dustin dialed an unfamiliar number. After a moment, the call finally connected, and a woman’s voice came through. “Who are you?”
“Logan,” Dustin replied.
“Oh, it’s you.” The woman raised her voice slightly.
“I heard from Nestor that you were still alive, but I didn’t quite believe him. I didn’t expect it to be true. You actually survived your injuries. Impressive.”
“I didn’t call you to reminisce about old times. I need your help,” Dustin said indifferently. “My help? Let me be clear. If this is about what happened ten years ago, I won’t be of much assistance.
“Even though your mom helped me before, it doesn’t mean I’ll repay you with my life,” the woman said bluntly.
“Relax, it has nothing to do with that. I just need you to get me a medicinal herb from the national treasury,” Dustin said.
“Oh? Which herb?” The woman was curious.
“The Iceheart Lotus,” Dustin said.
“That wouldn’t be a problem.” Her tone then changed, “Are you sure, though? I only owe your family one favor.
“This will be the only time I will be helping you. Do you think it’s worth it to exchange my favor for a single medicinal herb?”
“Absolutely, I need it to save a life,” Dustin stated.
“Alright, since you’ve made up your mind, I won’t say more. I’ll get someone to deliver the herb to you tomorrow. Just give me an address,” the woman said.
“Regal Court. Just get your men to call me once they arrive.”
“Alright, that’s settled then. Good luck. “With that, the woman hung up.
Dustin put away his phone, looking deep in thought. Getting the Iceheart Lotus should be fine with that woman’s help. The biggest problem now was the Emerald Corolla.
Breaking into the heavily guarded Mosey mansion to steal was risky and likely to raise suspicions. His best option was to enter openly under the pretext of congratulating Seamus on his birthday. He would then discreetly approach Anders and seize the opportunity to steal the Emerald Corolla.
Since there would be many people on the day of the banquet, he would be less likely to be suspected, even if something went missing.
