A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

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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.

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

with a tissue. His gaze, complex and conflicted, fell on Finnegan. “We have no old scores,

shoulder, steadying the man with

Bennett carried Finnegan

pit, three meters deep, hidden

owe you a life debt. From this moment, I promise to protect your family, ensuring no harm comes to them,” he vowed.

spoke, the scimitar descended swiftly toward

mere centimeters away, a blur of black intercepted it. A dark,

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spun his

Doom Star, dressed entirely in black, stood protectively in front of Finnegan. His saber was

not expecting

recover, another icy wave of hostilitý surged, and the

materializing like a phantom, engaged Bennett with his cutlass.

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

remained silent, their

incapacitated, opened his eyes, clear and alert. The drunken

“We have no old scores.

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

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

cautious throughout, discreetly using his spiritual energy to neutralize

asked, “Was that why

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

oversight and sighed, “I’ve clearly

tell me why

bear no grudges, and I have no personal reason to harm you. However, I owe a life debt that must repay by taking

is it?”

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