The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175 Three Small Matters

Seeing Romona’s rare persistence, Finnegan simply couldn’t resist. He had no choice but to bring her to Nathan’s small courtyard.

Throughout the journey, not a single servant or guard could be seen.

Finnegan raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t I see anyone in the Wright residence today?”

It seemed as if Romona was worried that Finnegan would run away. She tightly held onto his arm and replied, “Everyone has retreated to their rooms, and they’ve been instructed not to leave without permission.”

After a pause, she added, “It seems that my granddad doesn’t want anyone to see your master. So, who exactly is your master?”

Finnegan furrowed his brows. “I don’t know either!”

Although he had taken Sawyer as his master, they had only spent a year together.

Aside from knowing some of Sawyer’s connections, and the fact that he was referred to as the Eternal Medicine God, he wasn’t too familiar with any other details about him.

Romona didn’t believe him and glared at him. “You’re just like my granddad and the rest. How annoying!”

It’s either they say they don’t know, or it’s unspeakable.

Finnegan wanted to say that he truly didn’t know.

Seeing the resentful expression on Romona’s face, however, he knew that no matter what he said, she wouldn’t believe him. He simply dismissed the idea of explaining.

Soon, they arrived at Nathan’s courtyard.

Apart from Sawyer, both Nathan and Stephen were present.

Additionally, there was a dignified elderly man with a smile on his face.

Romona blinked, puzzled. “Grandpa, when did you get here?”

The dignified elder was none other than Romona’s grandfather, the patriarch of the Quickwood family, one of the Five Great Families, Zachary Quickwood.

Zachary turned his head.

When he saw Romona clinging to Finnegan’s arm, his eyes lit up slightly. “Romona, are you in a relationship?”

Only then did Romona react, quickly explaining, “No, I don’t fancy Finnegan at all. It’s just that Granddad wouldn’t let me go out last night, so I asked Finnegan to take me out.”

“Oh… then why are you still holding on to him so tightly?’

Zachary gave a smile full of profound meaning.

Romona’s face turned beet red as she released Finnegan. “Grandpa!”

Being teased in front of so many people was truly embarrassing.

With a smile, Zachary turned to look at Finnegan. “Not bad!”

The man was Zachary, after all. Finnegan naturally couldn’t take him lightly.

He nodded slightly in response. “Old Mr. Quickwood.”

His curiosity about the identity of Sawyer grew increasingly. noveldrama

Even Zachary had to stand in his

presence.

Sawyer couldn’t help but laugh. “Can’t you wait for me to finish before asking?”

Finnegan waved his hand. “No! I promised Old Mr. Samson that as soon as you showed up, I would learn the complete Fateful Eighteen Needles to save his life. Aren’t you making me break my word? And why must I go to Durbaine within a year? What am I supposed to do there?”

Sawyer turned around. “Indeed, I do not possess the complete Primordial Pharmacopoeia. I was unable t cultivate the latter part, so I divided it into three practicable techniques a hundred years ago and passed them on to three individuals.”.

Pausing for a moment, he slightly narrowed his eyes, “The requirement for you to visit Durbaine within a year is not solely due to a task I need you to accomplish. It’s also to ensure you uphold your promise to Jerry. The latter part of the Primordial Pharmacopoeia, which is divided into three, is in Durbaine!”

Finnegan frowned. “You old geezer, you’re really a piece of work!”

Whether it was for the complete Primordial Pharmacopoeia, or to keep his word to Jeremy, he must go to Durbaine within the year.

“But you passed them on about a hundred years ago. Will they still be alive? Where do I look for them?”

Sawyer gave a meaningful smile. “Don’t worry. While they are no longer with us, their descendants still exist. Once you reach Durbaine, someone will tell you about it.”

Keeping me in suspense again, I see.

Finnegan rubbed his temples. “What else do you want me to do?”

“You’ll know once you reach Durbaine.”

Once again, it was a pointless question. Finnegan cursed, “You old geezer, you could have just told me to go to Durbaine within a year. Why all the unnecessary chatter?”

Sawyer chuckled. “This is the third matter. I have brought you a little something.”

Finnegan’s eyes sparkled slightly. “What treasure is it?”

Sawyer reached into his sleeve and pulled out five unmarked envelopes. “I’ve arranged five women for you, so I have to deliver the marriage certificates!”