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, yet

over his shoulder, steadying

else asleep, Bennett carried

at a freshly dug pit, three meters deep, hidden within the orchard’s heart.

his scimitar gleaming in his hand. “I owe you a life debt.

spoke, the scimitar descended swiftly toward

was mere centimeters away, a blur of black intercepted it. A dark, mesmerizing saber clashed against Bennett’s weapon, aimed

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reacting with lightning speed, spun his scimitar into a defensive

entirely in black, stood protectively in front of Finnegan. His saber was lowered, but his eyes blazed with lethal intent.

was not expecting this intervention.

surged, and the aura of a Preliminary Rank Terra Realm enveloped

materializing like a phantom, engaged

scrutinized them,

silent, their

Finnegan, who should have been incapacitated, opened his eyes, clear and alert. The drunken haze

no old scores. Why do you want to

at Finnegan’s unexpected recovery. “How are you unaffected?”

narrowed as 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 could detect

energy to neutralize

asked, “Was that why

Realm. Plus, you seemed to be

sighed,

that I’ve answered your question, can you tell me why you’re doing this?” Finnegan pressed.

aware of Duncan and Doom Star blocking any escape, confessed, “You and I bear no grudges, and I have no personal reason to harm you. However, I

it?” Finnegan

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