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.

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

he hoisted Finnegan over his shoulder, steadying the

asleep, Bennett carried Finnegan

dug pit,

debt. From this moment, I promise to protect your

scimitar descended swiftly toward Finnegan’s

away, a blur of black intercepted it. A dark, mesmerizing saber clashed against Bennett’s

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with lightning speed, spun his scimitar into a defensive

up his new opponent. Doom Star, dressed entirely in black, stood protectively in front of Finnegan. His saber was lowered, but his eyes blazed with

aback, was not

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

phantom, engaged

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

Doom Star remained silent, their focus on Finnegan.

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

confronted Bennett, “We have no old scores.

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

eyes narrowed as he explained, “Your wine is potent, more effective than any sedative. But as a doctor, I recognized

spiritual energy to neutralize the alcohol’s effects as he

asked, “Was that why you were

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

realized his oversight and sighed, “I’ve clearly

your question, can you tell me why you’re doing

and Doom Star blocking any escape, confessed, “You and I bear no grudges, and I have no personal reason to harm you. However, I owe a life debt that must repay

is it?”

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