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As Jack finished his remarks, the room fell silent for a moment. Then, Samuel Evans, whose condition visibly improved in recent
days, spoke up with a newfound seriousness in his voice, “I totally agree with Jack! We used to dismiss things based on mere
intuition. That’s why I’ve been unable to find Jagoan for all these years!”
Desmond nodded in agreement, adding, “Sometimes, you have to defy your own intuition. After my sister’s accident, we
searched Aurous Hill for a while. When we couldn’t locate Jagoan, we intuitively assumed he had left the city. But maybe he
never left at all!”
Marcus remained silent for a moment, his brow furrowing in deep thought. Suddenly, he looked up and said, “Now that I think
about it, Aurous Hill holds so many mysteries. Moreover, based on the scattered clues we’ve gathered so far, I suspect that the
benefactor might actually be from Aurous Hill!”
Desmond chimed in, confirming Marcus’s observations, “Indeed. The benefactor chose to hold the Rejuvenation Pill Auction
here, granting the opportunity to the local Moore Group. I’ve received some news indicating that after the auction, the Moore
Group contributed over 10 billion U.S. dollars in taxes to Aurous Hill and donated billions more to charity. It’s likely that the
auction proceeds accounted for that sum. Moreover, the Moore Group invested over 100 million U.S. dollars in constructing a
massive welfare home in Aurous Hill. They claim it’s the largest of its kind globally, providing not only the basic needs for
thousands of orphans but also top-notch educational resources. One must have a deep affection for Aurous Hill to make such a
decision!”
Jack’s eyes sparkled with newfound insight. He couldn’t help but blurt out, “It seems that our benefactor holds a special place in
their heart for orphans! Could it be that he, too, experienced being an orphan and now cares so deeply for others in similar
circumstances?”
Desmond nodded, acknowledging the possibility “That’s certainly a valid hypothesis, as Jack suggested.”
Jagoan’s aunt, Tece, couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer and said “If you investigate the welfare homes in Aurous Hill, might
you have a chance to uncover the identity of our benefactor?”
Hearing this, Jack’s eyes widened with excitement. In his mind, he exclaimed, “Isn’t this connecting the dots? If we follow this
lead, not only can we discover the benefactor, but we might also discover he is actually the grandson of the Evans family!”
However, Desmond raised his hand, signaling for silence, “I think it’s best if we refrain from actively seeking out the benefactor’s
identity. They seem to know our every move. Who knows how they’d react if they became dissatisfied.”

Marcus nodded in agreement, stating, “Brother is right. Now that we’re in Aurous Hill, we’re essentially under the benefactor’s
watchful eye. It’s best to maintain a low profile and avoid any unnecessary actions.”
Jack looked at the serious faces of the two brothers, feeling a pang of anxiety. He understood the gravity of the situation but
couldn’t help but worry. He silently sighed, “You two are truly remarkable individuals. If we miss this lead, finding Jagoan again
will be an arduous task!”
The following day at dawn, in the northern suburbs of Aurous Hill. Even before the sky had fully brightened, Zachary stood by the
decrepit outhouse in a farmyard. With a firm grip on the shovel, he carefully dug up the three enchanted objects that Jagoan had
entrusted to him. Despite the appalling odor emanating from the pit next to the toilet, he persisted until he finally uncovered the
mystical artifacts.
These artifacts had been buried alongside putrid pig innards for two days, resulting in an overwhelming stench. Pinching his
nose, Zachary carefully extracted the three items from the soil, brushing away the dirt with a soft brush. He then meticulously
wiped them with a dry towel and brought them close to his nose, taking a deep sniff. By now, the blood and fishy odor had
significantly diminished.
Based on Zachary’s experiences with handling antiques, this scent closely resembled the fragrance of newly produced jade
wares. Objects retrieved from pits, especially those buried near bodies, tend to retain a faint odor no matter how meticulously
they are cleaned after being unearthed. Even a year later, traces of the scent would linger. Although imperceptible to ordinary
people, individuals like Zachary, well-versed in the world of antiques, could discern the difference simply by sniffing.
The two pieces of jade were initially ancient items. However, now, bearing this particular smell, those knowledgeable in the field
would almost certainly conclude that they originated from the pit. Satisfied that everything was in order, Zachary hastily drove
back to the city, heading straight to Antique Street.
In the world of Aurous Hill’s antique industry, the tradition of working from sunrise to sunset remains unshaken. It was widely
believed that conducting business after dark would increase the risk of theft and other untoward incidents.
Consequently, merchants and stall owners in Antique Street commenced their operations at dawn and closed shop before the
sun vanished below the horizon.
Since leaving this place after following Don Albert for some time, Zachary had never returned. As he arrived at Antique Street
that morning, the lively commotion of the bustling market positively overwhelmed him; it felt almost like stepping into a vibrant
vegetable market.

Zachary was no stranger to Antique Street; he was considered an old-timer in these parts. Having previously associated with
Don Albert, he had temporarily parted ways but was now making his unexpected reappearance. Many people recognized him,
warmly greeting him with enthusiasm. “Zachary, my brother! What brings you back here today? Ah, Zachary, you’re practically a
celebrity now, working alongside Don Albert. How do you find time to visit us, humble folks?”
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