Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 529 My Hands Are Tied

Emrys was taken aback, and he cursed under his breath, “D“mn! That old cunning bastard… When did he cast the Enticing Spell…”

Thud!

Emrys collapsed onto the table.

Across from him, Athos, who was supposedly so drunk he was unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a sly smile. “Hmph! Brat, trying to compete with me? You’re still too inexperienced!”

After saying that, he hoisted Emrys onto his shoulders and ran off.

If it were a fair and square fight, Emrys felt he could have taken this old pervert down a notch. But when it came to cunning, he really was no match for this guy.

He didn’t even know when Athos had cast an Enticing Spell in the liquor jar.

That was a form of magecraft aimed at the psyche.

Emrys was fully conscious, and all his senses were intact. However, he couldn’t speak,

his eyes, or move his body.

open

This type of psyche–class magecraft could only be deciphered through Psychokinesis.

it would take at least half an

anticipated that this old man would actually cast an Enticing Spell on the inner wall of the liquor jar. This proved

was a cunning

past his ears, and Emrys could sense that he was being carried on the shoulder of this old pervert. As for where he was being taken, and the purpose of such actions, it

minutes later, Emrys suddenly heard a clear and captivating voice asking, “Mr. Athos, what happened to

familiar voice, filled

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could very well

one speaking

searching for her mentor, Mystique. Despite her efforts, she was unable to find

in, she was abruptly

placed Emrys onto a stone bed, his expression grave as he said, “He was poisoned,

worry. She said, “Mr. Lund is so capable.

shook his

side, Mystique said to him, “Aren’t you skilled in medicine? After all, it was you who

a way to save him, but I’m

it!”

you mean by saying you have a way but can’t do it? How can it be a solution if it can’t be done? I think you simply don’t want to help!” Mystique’s face darkened,

of tears, pleading earnestly, “Mr. Athos, you must save my Mr. Lund. He must not come

“My hands are tied, but it would be quite easy for all of you to

you mean?” Mystique furrowed her

throat, and said, “Actually, the poison in Emrys is quite unique, extremely potent. He could only hold on for about