A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4169

Erasing the memories of an ordinary person was simple, but to do the same to a cultivator’s memories in her consciousness field was an extraordinarily challenging feat. It was extremely draining.

Several hours later, Jared finally stopped, completely drenched in sweat:

“I’ve already erased Ms. Giuvali’s memories, Old Mr. Giuvali. We’ll only know whether I managed to retain her most fundamental memories when she wakes up!”

After he had finished speaking, he plopped down onto the chair.

He was truly exhausted, drained to the core.

At the sight of Jared so weary, Misho looked at him with gratitude written all over his face. “Thank you, Mr. Chance. Regardless of whether Izolda recognizes me, I will always be there for her!”

At just that moment, Izolda slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing that Izolda had awakened, Misho anxiously went over in a hurry. He was uncertain if his granddaughter would still recognize him.

When Izolda caught sight of her grandfather, she called out softly, “Grandpa…”

Upon hearing that, Misho instantly murmured an acknowledgment in delight, tears escaping his eyes uncontrollably.

“Why are you crying, Grandpa? Where are we?” Izolda asked while helping to wipe his tears away after getting up.

“I’m fine. I’ll take you home right away!”

Misho was simply overjoyed to see that his granddaughter still recognized him.

Jared also breathed a sigh of relief. Since Izolda’s most fundamental memories are intact, there’ll be no need for Old Mr. Giuvali to guide her slowly.

“I can’t thank you enough, Mr. Chance!”

Having said that, Misho fell to his knees before Jared.

“Don’t mention it, Old Mr. Giuvali!”

Jared quickly held on to him, stopping him from kneeling down.

Misho then left with Izolda. Meanwhile, Jared consumed a huge amount of pills and even set up a spiritual energy collection array. He needed a good rest before he could recover fully.

While Jared was resting, the only three-story building in the area where they resided was brightly lit even though it was already late at night.

It was the accommodation prepared by Medicine God Island for the president of the Epean Alchemist Guild, Thaddeus. No matter what, there was no denying that he contributed significantly to the Alchemist Fair on Medicine God Island this time.

In the living room, Thaddeus sat quietly. Across from him, there were about a dozen people seated.

They were all heads of the various medicinal families.

Among them were two of the four great medical families in Yannopolis, the head of the Boucher family, Ernesto Boucher, and the head of the Dupont family, Vincent Dupont.

Those of the Zorn and Zeever families were nowhere to be seen.

Everyone wore a solemn expression, their eyes fixated on Thaddeus before them.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sure you already know why I gathered all of you here today. The Alchemist Fair this time is certainly not as simple as it appears on the surface. To be honest with you, half of us who came might likely all die on Medicine God Island here.”

After a moment of silence, Thaddeus began to speak slowly.