Chapter 11: Blood Burning Pill

Even so, Santiago Cutmore still couldn't shake the unease gnawing at him. To be safe, he slipped an ashen-red pill from his Storage Pendant and pressed it into Flynn Cutmore's palm under the cover of their sleeves. His voice dropped to a whisper. "If anything goes wrong, swallow this immediately." "Don't worry, Father." Flynn's lips curled with absolute confidence. "He's nothing but a Sixth Level of Spiritual Warrior trash. I won't even need a martial skill to crush him." He said it like that,...