The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 985

The strangest thing about Mount Etna was that even if one shouted from one end, those on the other end wouldn't hear them.

The periphery of Mount Etna only got electricity in 2017, and even professional adventurers were daunted by its challenges.

In addition, the forest was home to leeches, poisonous insects, pythons, black bears, and persistent wicked energy.

Consequently, despite numerous legends surrounding Mount Etna, no one dared to venture into its depths.

The most famous tale was that of the Lincoln family's treasure. It was said that the countless treasures of gold and silver were hidden underground in his residence.

The mansion's courtyard also supposedly held mysterious patterns, possibly indicating the treasure's location.

All of this, however, had never been verified.

Historical records were more reliable. Archaeological findings indicated that the area was once a multi-ethnic state known as the ancient Aplana Kingdom. However, due to the challenging terrain, few ventured into the area over the centuries.

If the forest rangers on the outskirts saw a man approaching the mountain dressed in a suit, they would definitely stop him and give him a stern warning. After all, entering there could be a death sentence!

The calls of crows could be heard as they flew overhead. They seemed to be guiding the way. The man walked unhurriedly, sending a few messages before entering the mountain.

However, he received no reply. He wasn't sure what the other person was preoccupied with, and the lack of reply made him raise an eyebrow. But he had said what needed to be said.

The man knew that someone's anxiety would spike if they realized Wolf was missing. "I've taken Wolf to the mountains. Kaspar Stavius mentioned a way to heal him." His message was meticulously crafted.

The man opened a black umbrella after pocketing his phone. The bracelet on his wrist stood out, though it no longer served him. He only needed one more soul to achieve soul-body unity.

It wasn't just the few who charged forward. Even those hiding in the shadows couldn't help but kneel to the ground. That was the suppression from the deepest bloodline. They dared not even move.

Declan's indifferent gaze swept over them. A malevolent spirit trembled while whispering, "How could it be that lord! Why has he returned?"

"That lord? Who? Is he stronger than the king?" A new malevolent spirit was confused.

"The king can only kneel when he sees him. Haven't you noticed that no one dares to go to the part of the mountain with the most spiritual energy? That's where he resides."

Would anyone else dare? There was simply no way to get out alive.

Declan continued walking. The black umbrella shielded him, making him exude a cold, noble air. Wherever he went, wicked energy obediently dispersed.