Chapter 886


    Duncan held Mireille in his arms and med himself, “Mira, it’s my


    fault for failing to protect you!”


    When Peter put the talisman around Mireille, he wanted to refute it,


    but he dared not do it in front of Peter.


    The talisman must have caused Mireille’s headache, so Duncan


    med himself for not preventing it from happening.


    The middle-aged doctor took her pulse again, and said with a smile,”


    Ms. Tanner’s pulse is back to normal now. She seems to be in good


    health!”


    Mireille whispered, “I’ve always been healthy!”


    Then, she looked around and asked timidly, “Where is this ce? Why


    don’t I remember anything?”


    Duncan exined, “This is Sigur Cliff!”


    Mireille nodded and asked feebly, “Did Swordsman and Nash fil


    Who won?”


    Duncan’s eyes were filled with sorrow, and he choked. “The


    Swordsman is dead…”


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    Mireille’s eyes widened in disbelief. “The Swordsman is so powerful…


    How could it be…”


    Before she finished her sentence, she asked, “Is Nash dead?”


    She saw what happened. Even Nash’s chances of surviving the


    explosion at Sigur Cliff were slim. A touch of sadness appeared on


    her face.


    Duncan noticed the change in Mireille’s expression and knew that she felt sorry for The Swordsman.


    He stared at the deep night sky and said calmly, “The masters of the ck Wind Mountains and the


    ghoul


    overlord will bury Swordsman!”


    Mireille trembled.


    Although she was not a martial artist, she could sense the terrifying power of the masters of the ck


    Wind Mountains from their brief encounters, especially the ghoul overlord.


    Without the Eight-part Scepter, they might not be able to fight the ghoul overlord at all.


    She must get the Eight-part Scepter now.


    Mireille shrugged in Duncan’s arms and whispered, “I… I need to use


    the restroom!”


    Duncan looked at the bodyguards next to him and said, “Set up toilet immediately!”


    The two left, and when they came back, they brought a dozen p with them. It took them merely ten


    minutes to build a temporary t using chopped wood.


    The two aloof women sent Mireille to the restroom and stood guar


    outside.


    Mireille took a deep breath and began to stick her finger down her


    throat.


    The two women outside heard sounds of retchinging from the


    toilet, so they exchanged nces.


    They sniffed but did not smell anything unusual.


    “Ms. Tanner, are you okay?”


    One of them was worried that something happened to her, so she


    asked cautiously.


    “I-I’m fine, I just have an upset stomach!”


    Mireille replied.


    Soon, she started retching again.


    Her throat moved, and a long strip of medicinal mud was expelled


    from her mouth.


    Mireille dug through the mud and found a small piece of stic wrap


    with powder in it.


    This was a drug she developed during her college years to help her


    roommate suffering from severe insomnia. Its potency v


    to knock out an adult-sized bull.


    She asked her grandfather to test her creation on martial ar the drug even knocked out several


    grandmasters of the Mar


    Association.


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    Mireille put the drug away and walked out of the toilet. One of the women turned to look and saw


    Mireille holding her head as she f


    forward.


    “Ms. Tanner!”


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    The women went up to support her.


    other woman said, “We should go to Dr. Wayne, these spoiled youngdies are so frail.”


    The two of them helped Mireille back to the tent.


    Duncan was sitting on the air mattress, wiping the Eight-part Scepter. When he saw them walk in while


    supporting Mireille, his chest tightened. He put the scepter down and went up to her. “Mireille…”


    On Sigur Cliff.


    By then, the darkness of the night hadpletely shrouded the peak


    of the mountain.