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.

take at least half an hour, maybe even an

Emrys had never anticipated that this old man would actually cast an Enticing Spell on the inner wall of the liquor jar. This proved that

was

shoulder of this old pervert. As for where he was being taken, and the purpose of such actions, it was still unclear

less than twenty minutes later, Emrys suddenly heard a clear

voice, filled

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speaking was

Mystique. Despite her efforts, she was unable

in, she was abruptly pulled

onto a stone bed, his expression grave as he said, “He was poisoned, a very severe

She said, “Mr. Lund is so capable. How could he

his head, remaining

you skilled in medicine? After all, it was you who taught Emrys

a bitter smile, Athos said, “There certainly is a way to save him,

it!”

do it? How can it be

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

down.” Athos comforted them, saying, “My hands are tied, but it would be quite easy for all of you to save

mean?” Mystique furrowed

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