The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 503

Felix's lips curved into a subtle smile, though his words carried a polite tone. "Xena, I wasn't trying to dodge, really. It's just that-"

"Come if you want! I don't care!"

The call ended abruptly with a sharp click. Felix rubbed his nose, chuckling at her short temper. Her promotion clearly came with a proportional rise in her fiery attitude.

Of course, he was going to go. But since this was Xena's domain, he figured he might as well use the opportunity to make her owe him a favor, If she could soften her stance and influence Curtis, things would undoubtedly take a smoother turn. When Feliz arrived at the Wolfie troops' base, Alistair was already waiting at the entrance.

"Where's the wanted criminal?" Felix asked.

"In the infirmary," Alistair replied, hesitating slightly.

Felix raised an eyebrow. "Out with it. What's the issue?"

"Well... someone's already treating him."

Felix tilted his head, intrigued. "Didn't you say your doctor couldn't handle the situation? What happened? Did someone suddenly have a miracle epiphany?"

said you couldn't Alistair shifted uncomfortably under Felix's gaze. "Mr. Zeller, when you make it earlier, I contacted headquarters and informed Lady Summers afterward. But then, when Lady Summers called you, you agreed to come."

embarrassed. Hoping to move past it, he changed the subject. "So, headquarters sent someone? They

doctor already

walked toward the infirmary, Felix asked,

age named Ethan Calhorn. He said he

interest piqued. "Medic's Haven, huh? Then

was considered a sacred place in traditional medicine, revered for its

Silas and Wesley had emerged from Medic's Haven, though from different generations. The haven was

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for years.

student who passed the rigorous entrance exams was required to train there for ten years-no exceptions. After that, they had to

the haven three times, each stint lasting no less than six months, to travel across Dragonia and

everything his mentor had shared left him

their entry, was far

neutral. She glanced briefly at

finished placing the last of his silver needles and smiled

Warlord, the patient is

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arrival was