Chapter 5919

At this moment, Victor Steel, a man accustomed to the harsh realities of life and death, suddenly felt a wave of sorrow. It was also at this moment that he realized that Leo Grant was dead, and his own survival was not due to any mercy from the British Lord. To the British Lord, the fact that he had been given the Reshaping Pill was a humiliation, and she must have hoped that this incident would remain a secret. Taking his own life along with Leo Grant's would have been the most pragmatic solution. The reason Leo Grant had perished while he remained alive was likely due to the recent disappearance of his brother; the British Lord would hesitate to kill him again so soon, fearing it might sap the morale of the troops and lead to greater losses. What about the ancestors of the Mirren family? After all, the lives of the Mirren family were less valuable than her reputation. At that moment, Aemon’s voice came through the video: "Victor, you must remember to tell no one about this for the rest of your life, not even your family. This secret must remain buried in your heart forever! If you breathe a word of it, your danger will extend far beyond your own life. Do you understand?" Aemon's words only strengthened Victor Steel's resolve. Not only was he being coerced to silence, but his family was also being threatened. The consequences of revealing this secret could very well lead to his execution. Victor Steel felt an intense anger boiling inside him, but he dared not express it. He repeatedly assured, "Grandpa, please don’t worry. I won’t say a word to anyone!" Aemon grunted in acknowledgment and added, "Your Right Army Governor's Office should have withdrawn to Spain by now, right?" "Yes," Victor Steel replied, "They have already pulled out." Aemon continued, "I will inform your brother Sebastian right away and instruct him to assume command immediately. Then, he’ll send someone to retrieve you." Suddenly anxious, Victor Steel exclaimed, "Grandpa, I want to leave here right now. I can't bear to stay in this dreadful place for another moment..." Aemon responded, "You’ve been exposed, so you can’t act recklessly. What if they are keeping tabs on you and discover the new location of the Right Army Governor's Office?" Victor Steel remembered what had happened with Charlie before and pleaded, "But...but if I remain here, what if that scoundrel comes to my house again and gives me another Reshaping Pill? I fear I could lose my hands again... I’m truly terrified, Grandpa... This is unbearable..." Aemon instinctively replied, "How could that happen? It's outrageous for him to have given you such a valuable Reshaping Pill; he wouldn’t dare give you another one!" Victor Steel insisted in fear, "Grandpa, I’m really scared! That guy doesn't follow any rules at all. When he forced the Reshaping Pill into my hand, he showed no remorse! It was as if it were nothing special." "Not following rules..." Aemon mused for a moment before saying: "Here’s what you should do: go to the hospital immediately. Head to the largest hospital in Casablanca and tell the doctor that your hands were crushed in an accident. Ask the doctor to admit you for treatment." "Hospital?" Victor Steel was taken aback and asked uncertainly, "Grandpa, if I go to the hospital, won’t my location become public knowledge?" Aemon replied, "What difference does it make if you’re already in the public eye? Didn’t they find you when they were searching for you? To them, you’ve lost all pretense. As long as you don’t return to the Right Army Governor's Office, it doesn’t matter where you are." Victor Steel conceded, "You're right..." Aemon continued, "Go to the hospital and consider it a recuperation. And don't worry, once you’re admitted, the medical staff will assess your injuries and document them. That person will never give you a Reshaping Pill again." Victor Steel, still processing everything, asked, "Grandpa, why are you so certain he won’t come to the hospital to give me another Reshaping Pill?" Aemon explained, "If he were to do that, you would magically regenerate your hands in a Casablanca hospital, and it would be heralded as one of the most significant medical miracles in history, shocking the entire medical community. Surgeons and scientists worldwide would flock to Casablanca to learn how you achieved limb regeneration. It’s likely that people from the U.S. would secretly transport you for research. Then, everyone would know about the existence of monks and elixirs, and powerful figures, including warlords, would fight tooth and nail for that elixir. Do you think he would risk such exposure just to toy with you?"

Victor Steel finally understood and said, "Grandpa makes a valid point. So, going to the hospital is the best way to keep safe! In that case, I’ll go right away!" Aemon instructed, "Go now. You’ve endured a lot over these past few days; your body must be quite damaged. Focus on your recovery while you’re in the hospital. I’ll inform your brother and ensure he finds a way to bring you back when the time is right. If things take a while, don’t worry. Just stay calm in the hospital." "Okay!" Victor Steel nodded and replied, "I understand!" "Good," Aemon concluded, "Now go quickly." After ending the call, Victor Steel used his feet to shove his severed left hand into Leo Grant's clothing, then quickly sought out Darius Talmidge from Moore Trade. When Darius Talmidge arrived at the scene, he was rendered speechless by the horror before him. Without wasting time for explanations, Victor Steel ordered, "Don’t ask questions! Get someone to take General Grant's body away and dispose of it immediately. Make sure it’s done cleanly, leaving no trace behind. Also, instruct everyone to wrap the body in a biochemical-grade body bag, incinerate it, and then bury it. General Grant was ordered to commit suicide by poison. His poison is far more lethal than yours and could be deadly upon contact." Darius Talmidge, recognizing the urgency, immediately replied, "Understood, Governor. I’ll arrange it at once!" Victor Steel added, "You need to drive me to the largest hospital in the area where I’ll be staying for a few days. I’ll tell the hospital I was injured at work. You’ll need to cover my medical expenses as my employer. Be sure to secure me a private room with the best amenities." Darius Talmidge nodded vigorously, "Don’t worry, Governor, I’ve got it!" Victor Steel pointed to the long sword on the ground, still tied to his wrist with a belt, and said, "You must keep this sword safe. Watch it closely. If you lose it, it will cost you dearly. Do you understand?" Darius Talmidge, startled, quickly affirmed, "I understand!" That night, a severely injured patient was admitted to Casablanca’s largest hospital. This injured person had lost both hands in an accident, and according to his account, both hands had been reduced to pulp by a machine, making reattachment impossible. Given the severity of his injuries, the doctor promptly treated him, providing blood transfusions and anti-inflammatory medications to prevent infection. Although the prospect of recovery from such injuries was bleak, the doctor admitted him for treatment due to excessive blood loss and significant wounds. Thankfully, his employer demonstrated diligence by securing a private room with top-notch facilities for him. Lying in the hospital bed, Victor Steel finally let out a sigh of relief. Although he had lost both hands, he felt assured that his misfortunes had come to an end. Meanwhile, the person responsible, Charlie, had fled Casablanca by boat with Jack, heading toward Spain across the strait. However, Charlie and Jack were not headed for the Right Army Governor's Office; instead, they planned to use Spain as a transit point to fly back to Northern Europe under assumed identities. While at sea, Jack received an early warning from Ai via satellite. He told Charlie, "Mr. Wade, Ai tracked Victor Steel’s whereabouts through a vending machine in a Casablanca hospital using facial recognition and captured a clear image of his missing hands." He handed the phone to Charlie, displaying the very photo Ai had obtained from the vending machine’s surveillance footage. The image showed Victor Steel struggling through the emergency room with the help of a middle-aged man, clearly indicating that both of his hands were absent. Seeing this, Charlie couldn’t help but chuckle, saying, "Morgana, that wasteful woman, really holds a grudge. One of my Reshaping Pills remade Victor Steel's left hand, theoretically worth hundreds of billions, and she actually commanded that it be chopped off!"