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.

Bennett wiped it with a tissue. His gaze, complex and

Finnegan over his shoulder, steadying the man with one

Bennett carried Finnegan toward the orchard.

dug pit,

gleaming in his hand. “I owe you a life debt. From this moment, I promise to protect your family, ensuring

spoke, the scimitar descended swiftly toward Finnegan’s head.

blur of black intercepted it. A dark,

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his scimitar

back, sizing up his new opponent. Doom Star, dressed entirely in black, stood protectively in front of Finnegan. His saber was

aback, was not expecting this

could recover, another icy wave of hostilitý surged, and the aura of a Preliminary

a phantom, engaged Bennett

scrutinized them,

remained silent, their

eyes, clear and alert.

Bennett, “We have no old scores. Why do you want to kill

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

recognized ‘A Thousand Dreams’ herb in it. And I could detect the

throughout, discreetly using his spiritual energy to neutralize the alcohol’s effects as he sipped his

why you were so

explained, “From our first meeting, I could tell you were a skilled fighter, whose cultivation is at the Preliminary Rank of Terra Realm. Plus, you seemed to be cautioning everyone to drink less earlier, but your eyes betrayed a hope that they’d drink more. With these peculiarities, how could I not be alert?”

realized his oversight and sighed, “I’ve clearly

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

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

it?” Finnegan inquired.

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