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Kavali shuddered instantly and gave the order with immense excitement.

"Immediately deploy air force! Bring Dr. Marco back at all costs!!!"

"I want to see him alive or dead!!!"

Chapter 159 Bringing Back the Spring Water at All Costs

The Italian Presidential Conference Room.

There were only three people in the room.

The president, the prime minister, and Kavali.

Generally speaking, for national affairs of this magnitude, at least high-level officials from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of the Interior should be convened for discussion.

But this time, they didn't notify anyone.

It's not because the matter isn't important; on the contrary, it's because it's extremely important.

As the saying goes, important matters are discussed in small meetings, while trivial matters are addressed in large meetings.

The truly critical issues rarely arise in formal meetings.

A newly completed inspection report was placed on the table.

Dr. Marco's original ID photo showed gray hair and a face full of wrinkles.

Meanwhile, the latest examination results were compared. Blood vessels, bones, internal organs—all the data pointed to the same conclusion.

That is, Dr. Marco's physical condition has returned to the level it was at more than ten years ago.

The president stared at the report, somewhat lost in thought.

[This is simply a miracle!]

Although there are many stories about restoring youth and immortality in mythology, seeing it in person still evoked a strange feeling in them.

Immortality—what an alluring concept for humankind.

Countless emperors have fallen on the path of pursuing these two words.

And at that moment, they actually saw hope!

Then his gaze fell on a line of data, and his breathing unconsciously softened.

"More than a decade of youth."

This period of time is almost one-sixth of a person's life.

Moreover, it's important to know that those indigenous people have lived for at least several thousand years, which means that this spring water can be consumed repeatedly.

Is it the allure of immortality?

He really couldn't imagine it.

How many wealthy people would choose to take the risk of prolonging the time it takes to remove their oxygen masks?

Once this gets out, it will be a Pandora's box.

No, to be precise, no one can resist this temptation.

He subconsciously touched the back of his hand.

There are already obvious age spots on the skin.

In the past few years, in order to maintain the president's public image, he has been accustomed to controlling his appearance in front of the camera to make himself look less old and frail.

He had his makeup artist cover his eye bags and secretly injected various medications to maintain his appearance.

At that moment, he suddenly couldn't help but imagine it.

Just one sip...

The president's heart skipped a beat.

The mere thought of this possibility filled him with excitement.

"I'd be willing to be president for another decade or more, if it meant regaining my youth."

He subconsciously looked away, as if worried that the two people next to him would see what he was thinking.

But it's clearly somewhat unnecessary.

The Prime Minister's reaction was even more direct; he was already lying back in his chair, and a somewhat flustered expression involuntarily appeared on his face.

On the other side, Cavalli glanced at the two people in front of him, somewhat speechless.

Without even thinking, we know what the Prime Minister is thinking.

[Have they already lost their composure to this extent before even fetching the spring water?]

If it were someone else, I'm afraid...

Thinking of this, his tone became extremely serious.

"This matter must not be known to any country, and all parties involved must be kept completely under wraps until the incident is over."

All three knew that once the news was made public, things would quickly spiral out of control.

Countless people will frantically search for the island's location, whether openly or secretly.

Especially those old guys still wearing oxygen masks, they really go completely insane.

They only needed to think about it for a moment to know how exciting things would be in Italy.

Warships, private armed forces, hordes of desperados...

The entire Mediterranean will be in complete chaos.

How much information do we have now?

"Based on the archaeological team's description, the approximate sea area of ​​the island has been basically confirmed, and the language spoken by the island's inhabitants is Mycenaean Greek."

Kavali opened another report and showed it to the two of them, corresponding to a local map.

"In addition to the spring water that could restore youth, the prophet also had a powder that seemed to be able to turn back time."

"According to the people on board, their ship was almost completely destroyed after hitting the reef. The local indigenous people used a strange powder to repair it, which, as if time had been reversed, restored the ship to the condition of when it was brand new."

"what?!"

The president's pupils contracted upon hearing the description, somewhat incredulous.

Time travel?!

He was so focused on the fountain of youth that he forgot about this whole thing.

"This is practically a strategic-level resource, and..."

Just how much more is hidden on this island?

Italy would immediately have a huge bargaining chip if it obtained even just one of the island's many treasures!

But at the same time, it will immediately become the target of the whole world.

Thinking about this, the president couldn't help but sigh, "These natives are like children carrying gold in the streets."

"So what you mean is?" Kavali's expression became somewhat subtle upon hearing this.

The president wouldn't be thinking of...

Seemingly sensing his thoughts, the president pursed his lips.

"Do you think I'm that short-sighted? Absolutely no action is allowed; the primary goal is to make a deal."

"You have to understand that we were the first country to discover it. If we directly seize it by force, it would be a complete waste of our advantage. Not only might we anger the gods behind it, but in a sense, it would be killing the goose that lays the golden eggs."

"We first need to ascertain the island's stance, establish contact, and understand the island's rules. In addition, a blockade must be implemented."

The president looked at the circled area of ​​the sea on the map and plunged his pen directly into the center of the area.

His eyes seemed to hold the power of a lion, as if he were asserting his dominance.

"This area must be under our control in a short period of time."

Kavali nodded and wrote down each of the requirements.

After all, at this point, only he could write it; the president couldn't be expected to write it himself, could he?

"Internally, the area was designated as a top-level supernatural zone. Nearby air routes were temporarily closed due to abnormal weather conditions."

"The Coast Guard is responsible for the outer perimeter blockade, prohibiting all vessels from approaching the core area."

"Maintain a consistent narrative to the outside world."

"During the archaeological excavation, our dear Dr. Marco's yacht encountered an unusual storm, and satellite communications were interrupted. Our personnel were on their way to rescue him."

Upon hearing this, Kavali suddenly stopped moving his pen, looked up, and stared at the president.

"But that's true. Time can't be stretched indefinitely, can it? Wouldn't it be suspicious if Dr. Marco reappeared in other people's lives later?"

"So we need a reason to the outside world. Whether it's being frightened or needing rest, as for his changed appearance, we'll use makeup to cover it up for now, and keep it a secret for as long as possible."

"Indeed, it seems that this is the only way."

As the president looked at his office, now bustling with activity again, he suddenly felt a surge of emotion he hadn't felt in decades.

Youth, time, immortality...

The president looked at the report on the table and slowly exhaled.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, the same thought simultaneously crossed the minds of all three of them.

[We Italians are so lucky! We've actually gotten to eat meat for the first time!]

Just then, the phone on the desk rang.

Ring ring.

All three looked at the phone simultaneously. The president and prime minister immediately turned their gaze to Kavali.

"..."

[You guys have high-ranking officials.]

Without hesitation, Cavalli picked up the receiver.

The urgent voice of the intelligence officer came from the other end of the phone.

"Sir, something unusual has been detected in the sea! Someone found the island before us!!!"

"what?!"

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Mediterranean Sea.

The sea breeze swept across the deck of the yacht.

Evelyn, dressed in a wheat-colored outfit, stood at the stern of the ship, holding a silver pocket watch in her hand.

The watch case is engraved with the Ashburn family crest, a memento left by her father.

Her father passed away unexpectedly some time ago.

While sorting through her belongings, she found a locked wooden box on the bottom shelf of the study.

Inside the wooden box were an ancient Greek gold coin, a tattered map, and a letter left by my grandfather.

When she was little, her father often told her...

My grandfather was a renowned explorer in the Mediterranean when he was young, but after one expedition, he retired from the world of exploration. No one knows what he brought back.

But that expedition led him to establish his family.

Her grandfather's story also inspired her to become an adventurer.

She became an archaeologist.

But as she was to inherit the family business, she thought she would have to say goodbye to this job.

Until she saw that letter.

In particular, there was one sentence that my grandfather emphasized repeatedly in his letter.

After dust returns to dust, ashes to ashes, the gold coins must be returned to their rightful owner.