Chapter 192 Crossed A Friar
Benjamin was forthright and did not dawdle. Before Emrys could even touch him, he had already confessed everything in detail.
“The Bjorn family?” Emrys frowned upon hearing that and continued asking, “The Bjorn family from Summerbank?”
“Yes!” Benjamin nodded.
Emrys fell into deep thought.
If his memory served him right, Leiandros, whom he had met not long before, seemed to have mentioned that he had married into the Bjorn family.
What a coincidence.
After a moment of contemplation, Emrys suddenly produced a twenty–centimeter–long acupuncture needle from his person. Seeing this, Benjamin immediately pleaded in terror, “I… I’ve confessed everything I should have. Please, don’t kill me…”
“You are afraid of death, aren’t you? Relax. I won’t kill you. I only need a drop of blood from you.” After finishing his sentence, Emrys grabbed Benjamin’s finger, pricking it with the needle to draw a drop of fresh blood. This scared Benjamin considerably, and his face turned as pale as a sheet.
Emrys sneered and said, “It’s funny that you’re playing the kidnapper when you’re so timid. I bet even a small noise is enough to scare you out of your wits.”
Benjamin dared not speak, yet the scene that unfolded before him next left his eyes wide in shock.
Emrys produced a green sigil, dripping the drop of blood he had just collected on it. Subsequently, the sigil vanished within the palm of Emrys‘ hand.
“Y–You’re a friar?” Benjamin watched with terror. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect to cross a friar. He was courting death.
Emrys did not respond to him. Instead, he said, “Remember, from now on, you will act according to my orders. If you dare to play any tricks, your life will be over as long as I snap my fingers. No one can save you.”
As Emrys spoke, he spread open his palm, and the vanished sigil reappeared. As he slowly clenched his fist, Benjamin was suddenly assailed by an unbearable headache, quickly falling to his knees. “I dare not play tricks… I swear… I will listen to whatever you say!” he pleaded.
Emrys nodded and didn’t torment Benjamin any longer. He picked up Benjamin’s laptop and typed a formula into a document.
“Don’t let the Bjorn family know about today’s events. If they ask you whether you’ve obtained the formula, give them the one I’ve typed in your laptop. Do you understand?”
“Yes, yes!” Benjamin hastily responded.
14:54 Fri, 26 Jan
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