A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 272

Chapter 272 Yet I Must Kill You

Jaxon feeling the effects, admitted defeat. “I talked big for nothing. You guys carry on, I need a break.” He stumbled over to a hammock and collapsed into it.

Zephyr taunted him, “So much for being Jadeborough’s ‘Night Prince’. Can’t even handle your drink?”

Upon hearing this, Shaun nudged Zephyr, suggesting another round. “Let’s not brag and just drink.” They both raised their glasses and downed their drinks.

Bennett cautioned, “Though my wine doesn’t cause hangovers and feels fine the next day, you should still take it easy. I don’t want anyone getting an upset stomach.”

“No problem, if Zephyr doesn’t collapse tonight, then I will!” Shaun declared, egging on Zephyr.

Casper, intrigued, joined their drinking contest.

The table buzzed with lively chatter, lifting everyone’s spirits. Rhiannon, Yuliana, and Nancy, initially planning on non-alcoholic beverages, decided to join in with another round of pineapple wine.

Bennett invited Finnegan, “Come on, let’s have a drink too.”

Finnegan laughed lightly, cautioning, “Take it easy, Bennett, I’m not great with alcohol.” He clinked glasses with Bennett and drained his in one go, then

engaged in casual conversation.

By nine, Shaun and the others were thoroughly intoxicated, staggering about in disarray. Rhiannon and the other ladies had succumbed to sleep, snoring softly at the table.

Finnegan, his face flushed, set down his glass. “I can’t drink any more, Bennett…”

Mid-sentence, Finnegan slumped forward, collapsing onto the table.

Meanwhile, Bennett remained unaffected, as if he hadn’t touched a drop.

complexion normal, eyes clear, he emptied his half-full glass.

scimitar from his waist, Bennett wiped it with a tissue. His gaze, complex and conflicted, fell on Finnegan. “We have no old scores,

shoulder, steadying the man with one arm.

Bennett carried Finnegan toward the orchard.

a freshly dug pit,

“I owe you a life debt. From this moment, I promise to protect your family,

spoke, the scimitar descended swiftly

it.

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reacting with lightning speed, spun his scimitar into

flew as Bennett stepped back, sizing up his new opponent. Doom Star, dressed entirely in black, stood protectively in front of Finnegan. His saber was lowered, but his

not expecting this

and the aura of a Preliminary Rank Terra

engaged

to retreat again. He scrutinized them, his expression growing more grave. “Are you with Finnegan?”

remained silent, their focus on

who should have been incapacitated, opened his eyes,

confronted Bennett, “We have no old

skipped a beat at Finnegan’s unexpected recovery. “How are you unaffected?” he questioned, realizing

he explained, “Your wine is potent, more effective than any sedative. But as a doctor, I recognized ‘A Thousand Dreams’ herb in it. And I

energy to neutralize the alcohol’s effects as he sipped his

that why you were

skilled fighter, whose cultivation is at the Preliminary Rank of Terra Realm. Plus, you seemed to be cautioning everyone to drink less earlier,

his oversight and sighed,

I’ve answered your question, can you tell me why

no grudges, and I have no personal reason

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