Chapter 272


    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 copsed 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 sses and downed their drinks.


    Bet 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 copse tonight, then I will!” Shaun dered, egging on Zephyr.


    Casper, intrigued, joined their drinking contest.


    The table buzzed with lively chatter, lifting everyone’s spirits. Rhiannon, Yuliana, and Nancy, initially


    nning on non-alcoholic beverages, decided to join in with another round of pineapple wine.


    Bet invited Finnegan, “Come on, let’s have a drink too.”


    Finneganughed lightly, cautioning, “Take it easy, Bet, I’m not great with alcohol.” He clinked


    sses with Bet 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 otherdies had sumbed to sleep, snoring softly at the table.


    Finnegan, his face flushed, set down his ss. “I can’t drink any more, Bet…”


    Mid-sentence, Finnegan slumped forward, copsing onto the table.


    Meanwhile, Bet remained unaffected, as if he hadn’t touched a drop.


    Hisplexion normal, eyes clear, he emptied his half-full ss.


    Drawing a slender, shiny scimitar from his waist, Bet wiped it with a tissue. His gaze,plex and


    conflicted, fell on Finnegan. “We have no old scores, yet I must kill you.”


    Sighing, he hoisted Finnegan over his shoulder, steadying the man with one arm.


    With everyone else asleep, Bet carried Finnegan toward the orchard.


    Minutester, they arrived at a freshly dug pit, three meters deep, hidden within the orchard’s heart.


    Bet positioned Finnegan against a tree, his scimitar gleaming in his hand. “I owe you a life debt.


    From this moment, I promise to protect your family, ensuring no harmes to them,” he vowed.


    As he spoke, the scimitar descended swiftly toward Finnegan’s head.


    But just when it was mere centimeters away, a blur of ck intercepted it. A dark, mesmerizing saber


    shed against Bet’s weapon, aimed at his neck.


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    Bet, reacting with lightning speed, spun his scimitar into a defensive maneuver.


    Sparks flew as Bet stepped back, sizing up his new opponent. Doom Star, dressed entirely in


    ck, stood protectively in front of Finnegan. His saber was lowered, but his eyes zed with lethal


    intent.


    Bet, taken aback, was not expecting this intervention.


    Before he could recover, another icy wave of hostility surged, and the aura of a Preliminary Rank Terra


    Realm enveloped him.


    Duncan, materializing like a phantom, engaged Bet with his cuss.


    The resounding sh forced Bet to retreat again. He scrutinized them, his expression growing


    more grave. “Are you with Finnegan?”


    Duncan and Doom Star remained silent, their focus on Finnegan.


    Surprisingly, Finnegan, who should have been incapacitated, opened his eyes, clear and alert. The


    drunken haze had vanished entirely.


    Standing up, he confronted Bet, “We have no old scores. Why do you want to kill me?”


    Bet’s heart skipped a beat at Finnegan’s unexpected recovery. “How are you unaffected?” he


    questioned, realizing his ns had unraveled.


    Finnegan’s eyes narrowed as he exined, “Your wine is potent, more effective than any sedative. But


    as a doctor, I recognized ‘A Thousand Dreams’ herb in it. And I could detect the scent of its antidote,


    ‘The Awakening’, on you.”


    Finnegan remained cautious throughout, discreetly using his spiritual energy to neutralize the alcohol’s


    effects as he sipped his drink.


    Bet, curious, asked, “Was that why you were so guarded?”


    Finnegan exined, “From our first meeting, I could tell you were a skilled fighter, 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 drink more. With these peculiarities, how could I not


    be alert?”


    Bet realized his oversight and sighed, “I’ve clearly underestimated you.”


    “Now that I’ve answered your question, can you tell me why you’re doing this?” Finnegan pressed.


    Bet, aware of Duncan 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 by


    taking your life.”


    “Who is it?” Finnegan inquired.


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    Hearing this, Finnegan connected the dots. “You knew that Nancy’s best friend is Rhia. So by involving


    Rhia, you ensured I’d be present, making your n seem less suspicious.”


    Bet nodded. “Yes. But please, don’t me Nancy. It’s all on me.” He then surrendered his weapon,


    resigned to his fate. “After I’m gone, please find a way to exin to Nancy. Don’t let her resent you.”


    Observing Bet, Finnegan remarked with a hint of amusement, “With your skills, you could easily


    escape. Is sacrificing yourself for Nancy really worth it? She’s not even your biological daughter.”


    Bet’s eyes snapped open in surprise. “How did you know that?”  New chаpter av?ble on


    Finnegan replied with a subtle smile, “I’m aware of quite a few things. Like the fact that you’re just


    fourteen years older than Nancy. You’ve had a tough life, working for others since childhood. And I’m


    aware of the major cmity you encountered twelve years ago, one you narrowly escaped.”


    Bet’s rm grew with each revtion. “Who are you? How could you possibly know all this?” He


    had been living under an assumed identity for twelve years, and those who had known him would have


    assumed he was long dead.


    Finnegan, choosing not to reveal that he discerned this through the man’s physiognomy, offered a deal.


    “Want to find out? Answer one question of mine, and I’ll tell you.”


    Bet’s expression was grave. “I cannot betray the person who saved my life.”


    “I won’t ask you to betray your savior,” Finnegan reassured him with a knowing smile. “My question is


    simple. You’re skilled with mixing A Thousand Dreams and The Awakening. Have you ever given them


    to anyone else?”


    Bet, unsure of Finnegan’s motives but confident it didn’t involve betraying his benefactor, answered


    truthfully, “The only other person I’ve given it to is an elderly man.”


    Finnegan curled the corner of his lips on hearing this, “Ah, so it’s Reginald who wants me dead!”