Bab 343: Chapter 214 You are the Undead God, I am Steadfast Locke_1

"Er, Sir, shouldn't we prepare a bit?" Seeing Ange grabbing his child and recklessly drawing a knife, looking as if he was ready to get down to business, made Brand's scalp tingle. Just like that, he was going to start? No preparations?

When he observed some priests performing high-level healing in the past, they always purified their bodies with fragrant baths, calmed their minds, cleared the surroundings, and only then dared to start. Sometimes, even with all these preparations, they could still fail due to various distractions.

Ange hadn't made any preparations at all, and immediately went for a big move. By the look of it, was he planning to chop off his son's foot?

Ange shook his head: "No need."

He pulled Brand's son's foot towards him, ready to chop it off. Brand grabbed Ange, wearing a mournful expression: "Or maybe we don't heal him, let's not."