The doctor suffers from amnesia, but not complete amnesia.

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Several days later, at Longmen.

An ordinary convoy discreetly entered this mobile city on the western border of the Great Yan Dynasty, but the place where they finally stopped was anything but ordinary.

That was the ancestral land of the Swire family.

Adams Swire, the current head of the Swire family, known as the "Sick Tiger," disregarded his frail health and personally led a team to welcome the convoy.

Then he saw Qiao Yelan being pushed down.

"Long time no see, Adams."

"Long time no see, Doctor—I didn't expect you to be sitting in this thing even before me."

"Haha, that's true. After all, no one knows whether tomorrow or an accident will come first."

The two walked side by side, but did not head towards the mansion that was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers.

"Where's that little Beatrice?"

"Before the banquet officially started, I locked her in her room."

Adams led Qiao Yelan to a secluded garden, and after the servants put down the tea, he dismissed everyone.

Qiao Yelan raised her hand, and Outcast behind her also let go of her hand and retreated ten meters away.

"We've only just taken Lungmen, and you're already sending me an invitation to Beatrice's birthday party. I'm afraid it's not just about getting some birthday gifts for your granddaughter from me, is it?"

"Of course not—Lungmen is now back in the hands of the Great Yan. Wei Yanwu's status and the power he wields are enough to suppress Lungmen until he dies of old age. Unless Ursus dares to declare war on the Great Yan, even if Kosiché returns, he will not be able to change the political landscape of Lungmen..."

Qiao Yelan impatiently tapped the cup with her spoon, interrupting the other person.

"Get to the point, Adams, get to the point—we're all seriously ill, let's stop wasting our time."

"...Okay, the point is—Wei Yanwu doesn't actually need me anymore."

Adams finally said those words, with great helplessness and with great clarity.

"The power in his hands is too great. I have never seen such a terrifying army. Even the strongest guards of the Dukes of Victoria are nothing more than toddlers in front of them. I even think that in terms of individual combat ability, only the steam knights, which have been lost for two hundred years, can match them."

"So you're worried."

Qiao Yelan looked at Adams, whose face was full of sorrow, with great interest.

"How can I not worry? Although the Swire family is wealthy, no amount of gold and silver can stop a sharp blade. If he wanted to, he could have completely abandoned me and taken control of the business himself. It wouldn't be long before he had wealth comparable to mine—this is Longmen!"

"I think you should have more faith in Wei Yanwu. He's not the kind of person who would turn his back on someone."

"Yes, I admit he is still an upright young man—but the blood flowing in his veins is not just for show! He is the elder brother of the current Great Yan Emperor, and even if he hadn't left, the throne would have been his! And the struggle for the throne within the Great Yan royal family—even when I was still in Victoria, I knew how terrifying that was!"

Adams's voice became somewhat agitated.

"People change, especially a high-ranking politician. I cannot bind a politician with so-called personal relationships; that would be the most ridiculous thing to do!"

"It seems your illness hasn't turned you into a senile fool, Adams—tell me, how do you want me to help you?"

Qiao Yelan seemed to have finally gotten interested and asked the other person lazily.

"Do you want me to help you find Koschche?"

"Even if Kosicie comes back, she's no longer a threat."

"So you want me to find a way to build you a powerful military force to counterbalance Wei Yanwu?"

"I might die sooner if I do this kind of thing."

"Oh, I see. You want to move somewhere else again? Like that time you wanted to leave Victoria? No problem. Look, Letania just had a coup, everything's in ruins, and I still have some connections there..."

“If we change it again, my Swire family will be considered traitors—no different from being dead.”

The scene fell silent.

Adams squinted at the bored Qiao Yelan.

The methods they suggested were all temporary solutions, not permanent ones, and seemed to be a test of me, very similar to the last one...

"You already have a solution?"

“I can barely walk right now, and you send me an invitation and I rush over like a headless chicken—do you think I’m after your little granddaughter?”

"It's a deal! My family, Shi Huaiya, may not ask for anything else, but the dowry will be more than enough!"

Adams' eyes lit up.

"Fine my ass! You may be shameless, but I still have my pride!"

Qiao Yelan cursed loudly, grabbed the briefcase next to the wheelchair, and slapped it across Adams' face.

"Read everything inside!"

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Adams' Choice

Adams opened his briefcase, took out the documents inside, and didn't want to miss a single word.

Qiao Yelan was lazily basking in the sun and drinking tea nearby.

After a long time.

"The tea's cold."

"Someone come here—wait, you don't need to come any closer."

Adams stood up and put the file down.

"I'll go pour it for you."

After he brought the tea back, he continued reading the document.

Qiao Yelan continued to leisurely drink his tea.

Adams didn't put down the paper until he had read the last punctuation mark.

"reply."

"Please wait a moment—"

"reply."

"At least until my granddaughter's birthday party is over."

"Your answer will determine whether I attend your birthday party—because I will use it to decide on the occasion for meeting Wei Yanwu."

Adams opened his mouth, but no words came out. He picked up the documents on the table and turned them over and over, but he still couldn't make up his mind.

Qiao Yelan covered the teacup.

"—Okay! Okay! I agree!"

The sound was so loud that it startled all the birds in the vicinity and they took flight.

Adams said through gritted teeth.

"The premise is that you can actually get permission from the Great Yan royal family. I'm not stupid. Three mere trading cities can't support a global currency."

"That's my problem. You handle yours, I'll handle mine. If you can't produce what I need by then, don't blame me for finding someone to replace you."

Qiao Yelan said without any politeness.

Adams carefully put the document back into his briefcase and handed it back to Qiao Yelan.

"Back then, I was able to take a do-or-die approach and move my entire family out of Victoria. I still have that same courage and prestige now. Don't worry about the money and supplies. It will take some time, but I can definitely provide them when you need them."

"It's a word."

Qiao Yelan took the briefcase.

Adams stood up and glanced at the sky.

"The banquet is about to begin, and Wei Yanwu will be arriving soon."

"Let's go together. I've known Wei Yanwu for fifteen years now. Time really flies."

Qiao Yelan felt a pang of emotion.

Adams glanced at his young face discreetly, but said nothing.

Time really flies—it's hard to imagine you saying that.

“Let me push you over there. We were originally planning to get together and chat again at Beatrice’s birthday party, but now that you’ve brought up this topic, we really need to have a proper talk. By the way, what gift did you bring for my granddaughter?”

"An introductory spellbook written by the strongest mage in Letania."

This statement startled the middle-aged man pushing the wheelchair.

"The strongest mage in Letania was the Witch King, wasn't he? Didn't he die in the imperial selection ceremony?"

"Yes, the script he wrote was prepared before, but he died."

"I wonder where that textbook written by the Witch King is? Although he is dead, it is still very valuable to collect."

"I burned it for him; after all, we used to work together."

Qiao Yelan spoke casually, but once again silenced Adams.

When the two arrived at the banquet hall, Wei Yanwu and his wife got out of their car at the entrance.