“This is Rotten Frog Liquid. If I hadn’t severed your hand, you would have ended up as a pile of bones by now,” said Blake solemnly.
Although the Henckle family disciple had lost a hand, he understood that if he did not sever it, he would die.
“Thank you, Mr. Henckle!” said the disciple through gritted teeth as he endured the searing pain.
“Don’t touch the things here so easily, including that stone wall! We don’t know if it conceals any traps. Stay on your guard at all times!” reminded Blake as he frowned.
“Did everyone hear what Mr. Henckle said?” Warren bellowed at everyone.
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