Here comes the final 3 chapter. Hope you'll like th ending.

Chapter 7

The path between the Zanga village and the treehouse was unusually peaceful and the two explorers walked on their way with experienced steps rarely exchanging words. They left their home on the plateau with heavy hearts. So heavy that they almost didn´t notice Ned and Veronica approaching them about halfway to the village. The sun was setting when they pitched camp and laid a fire.

"Well, what have we missed today? You didn´t forget the..."

"The coffee?" Said Veronica. "Not for the world. But we played with the thought..." She smiled devilishly.

"But now that you asked, I must say that you missed a really interesting story. The whole village is like an ant hill because of a theft," began the journalist.

"But NED! You speak about it as if someone simply stole candy!

"Stealing is stealing." Ned defended himself.

"But it´s not an ordinary theft for someone to steal from the Zanga shaman. It has serious consequences."

"It´s getting more interesting with every word," said Richard as he sipped from his tea. "So, what has been stolen?"

"The whole story is really interesting," started Ned with shining eyes. "If it wasn't for the plateau I wouldn´t have believed it, but here... About a month ago a stranger entered the village from a strange world. Assai said he spoke our language and wore similar clothes to us, a shirt and trousers. He also wore his hair quite long. I found it strange what she told me. This man stole one of the shaman´s mysterious liquids. I still don´t really understand what it is used for."

"That liquid is a really important potion. Part of that potion was used on your mission, Ned. The point is that it causes a sleeping state, where the subject will do everything gladly and happily." Veronica said.

"It causes a hypnotic state?" asked Richard.

"I´m afraid it does more than that. No one knows what damage will result if the potion is not used in the right way."

"And who was that man? Roxton asked Do you know anything about him?"

"That´s the most interesting part," shouted Malone with excitement. "This man was the village´s lady-killer for a whole month and he called himself Giovanni Giacomo Casanova."

When the name slipped out of his mouth Richard suddenly coughed up his tea. As Veronica tried to help him Roxton stood up and started to pack.

"Roxton, what are you doing?" asked the journalist.

"We must leave immediately. To the treehouse. Hurry up!"

"But why?" Ned asked as he stood up.

"Because that man is there now."

"My ladies, dinner was heavenly. I haven´t eaten such a delicate meal since I left Venice." The Italian said as he reclined in one of the armchairs.
They had an early dinner because the professor and Marguerite still had a lot of work to do in the laboratory. As soon as Challenger finished his dinner, he went back to the lab, but Marguerite wanted to relax with a little conversation and a drink.

"You have been to Venice?" Charlotte inquired with shining eyes.

"I was born there. It´s a wonderful city full of life. The air, the sea, those nights..." And he started a long lyrical description, which Charlotte listened too with amazement, and Marguerite with boredom, finding the words too dramatic for her liking. She left as soon as she found a reason to do so.

"Well, I think I will also retire for the night," said Charlotte as she stood. "It has been a busy day."

"Please don´t!" Jumped up the man. "I will bring you another drink. This is a good opportunity for us to get to know each other better. " He whispered in her ear as he took her cup to refill it.

Upon his return Giovanni exclaimed:

"But I´ve already spoken so much this night. It´s only fair if I let you speak now."

Charlotte stayed and her and Giovanni's began a pleasant conversation. Soon the sun set. Marguerite and the professor had said their good nights and had retired to their rooms several hours earlier. Charlotte and Giovanni discussed various topics. Or mostly Giovanni had because Charlotte could barely keep her eyes open. Suddenly she felt dizzy, the room danced around her, and she couldn´t concentrate as she slowly felt her self control loosen...