Ferguson couldn't hold back any longer. He spat out a mouthful of blood in a fit of anger.

"Mr. Doyle!" several attendants exclaimed and quickly supported him.

"Anger is bad for your health. Just kneel down and apologize. Then, I'll forgive you. We can all calm down then, so why not?" Sebastian said.

Ferguson almost spat out blood again upon hearing this. However, he remembered Travis' instructions and had no choice but to endure.

Ferguson bent his knees and knelt in front of Sebastian. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive me," Ferguson said loudly. His eyes were filled with venomous resentment. He silently vowed to repay today's humiliation tenfold.

Sebastian didn't care about Ferguson's thoughts. "Since you're so obedient, I'll forgive you. Stand up and lead the way."

Ferguson had to swallow his anger and lead Sebastian to the Lloyd residence.

The Lloyd family was known as the most prominent family in Dragotha. They owned a vast estate in the capital. Its value was immeasurable.

Within the estate were flowing streams, small bridges, rock gardens, and various styles of buildings arranged harmoniously. It was a beautiful and cohesive space.

again met Travis, who was sitting on a lounge chair. He looked much

sign, saying, "Leisurely Divine Healer. This is the first time I've

stood tall and proud. "I'm a reclusive healer. Few in the

compare to that of

the dead and heals the wounds.' I'm not blindly boasting. There's no illness I can't cure;

thinking Sebastian might be a

you don't

broken. Though they were

Just a few batches of Purple

are those?

I can make them," Sebastian

can cure me, I'll reward you handsomely." Travis' eyes

to make a meal, and making pills requires materials,"

you need. I believe there's nothing the Lloyd

immediately had someone bring paper and pen. He then wrote a

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