Wayne Bailey was in excruciating pain, leaning against the rocky wall and gasping with agony.
"Mr. Harrington, think of something, the young master is poisoned," Wilfred nervously handed over the last sip of wine, "Young master, have a drink."
"What can I do? I can't think of any solutions," Charles mumbled in his daze.
"Can't your Blue Tourmaline reverse growth? As long as you enter the castle, you can reverse growth... Hurry and detoxify the young master..."
"It's not in the cellar; we need to go to the top of the castle!"
As Charles spoke, he glanced at the time, damn it, they were running out of time. They had spent several hours in the cellar, and now the tide had risen. Was the top of the castle already about to be submerged in the sea?!
Even if they got out, they would be surrounded by the icy cold ocean, doomed.
Charles resigned himself and closed his eyes—
