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.

clear, he emptied

tissue. His gaze, complex and conflicted, fell on Finnegan. “We have no

his shoulder, steadying the man

asleep, Bennett carried Finnegan toward the

at a freshly dug pit,

life debt. From this moment,

scimitar descended

a blur of black intercepted it. A dark, mesmerizing saber clashed

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with lightning speed, spun his scimitar into a defensive maneuver.

as Bennett stepped back, sizing up his new opponent. Doom Star, dressed entirely in black, stood protectively in

not expecting this

icy wave of hostilitý surged, and the aura of a Preliminary Rank Terra Realm enveloped him.

materializing like a phantom, engaged Bennett with his cutlass.

forced Bennett to retreat again. He scrutinized them, his expression

Doom Star remained silent, their focus on Finnegan.

should have been incapacitated, opened his eyes, clear and

old

at Finnegan’s unexpected recovery. “How are you unaffected?” he questioned, realizing his plans had unraveled.

any sedative. But as a doctor, I recognized ‘A Thousand Dreams’ herb in it. And I could detect the scent of its antidote, ‘The Awakening’, on

discreetly using his spiritual energy to neutralize the alcohol’s effects as he sipped his drink.

curious, asked, “Was that why

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

his oversight and sighed,

question, can you tell me why you’re doing this?” Finnegan

of Duncan and Doom Star blocking any escape, confessed, “You and I bear no grudges, and I have no personal reason

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