Chapter 105: Death

Fei waited with his sleeves pushed back while the alchemist finished preparations for the blood donation. Healing potions and cotton pads were on standby because Syryn wasn't going for the veins. No, they had no time for tiny streams of blood.

"I'm nicking your radial artery. Dont panic too much when it gushes," the alchemist informed the guard.

"I'll try not to piss myself," Fei answered.

Syryn located the artery then cut Fei without warning. Warm red blood immediately shot out in a jet and it was collected in Syryn's saucepan. As the blood continued to spurt, Lucien dipped his wooden ladle in the liquid.

"Okay, I think this is enough." It was imperative that the artery be closed immediately, before Fei began to lose blood pressure. Syryn wasted no time in pressing to it a cotton pad soaked with three different potions.

"That's not enough," Red interjected. "We won't get more than a litre like this. Bleed him more."