The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5305

They were still talking when Flaxseed lurched in, his head bandaged, yet his grin entirely unscathed. “Jared! I'm alive! That geezer's holy light looked fierce, but it's got nothing on your Dragonslayer Sword!”

“Easy, mind the wound,” Jared said, helpless and amused in equal measure.

Flaxseed never did recall pain for long.

“Forget the wound. Look what I brought.” He produced a black clay jar from his robe. “This is a balm made from the inner core of an Amethyst Toad in Venom Valley. It's specifically used for injuries. Apply it, you will be moving tomorrow!”

Jared's eye twitched at the bubbling green paste. “Are you sure that isn't poison?”

“You doubt me?” Stung, Flaxseed smeared a green paste onto a fist-sized pebble. The stone hissed, green smoke curling upward. “See? It even eats rock. Perfect for cleaning a wound!”

Jared was speechless.

A calm voice floated in from outside the courtyard. “Mr. Chance, healing cannot be rushed.”

Ararat stepped through the moonlit gate, carrying a jade box that glimmered like frost. “This is the Focus Agate. It can cure the meridian.”

When the lid parted, cool fragrance swept the yard. Inside, a milky half-liquid swirled, threads of spiritual energy coiling above it like morning fog.

Jared's pupils tightened. A treasure like this was rare in level five.

He rose quickly. “Such a gift is too much for me.”

Ararat pressed the box into his hands. “You saved my life, Mr. Chance. Trinkets cannot repay that.”

His tone sharpened. “The Sacred Sword Manor is ready to take action. You must regain your strength. Should trouble rise, speak my name toward the city lord's mansion and I will come.”

Jared accepted the bowl and emptied it in one grim swallow, the bitter tang crawling across his tongue. “Let them talk. Mouths belong to other people. Their words can't harm us.”

Setting the bowl aside, he noticed the fading bruise circling her wrist and, unable to hide his concern, asked, “How did this happen?”

Lyra pulled her sleeve over the bruise and shook her head. “While you and Master Morden were down, challengers kept coming. Someone had to confront them, so I did.”

Jared's expression softened. “You shouldn't have had to,” he murmured. His fingertips brushed the bruised skin. A cool stream of spiritual energy slipped into her flesh, and the discoloration vanished like ink in water.

Color rose in Lyra's cheeks, yet she met his gaze without flinching. “Standing beside you is never a burden,” she said.

The nights of shared peril had already sewn her heart irrevocably to this seemingly ordinary young man.

Their quiet moment shattered when angry shouts burst from the courtyard.