The underwhelming drop of blood made the rowdy crowd speechless. They stared at the trio weirdly. They already couldn't believe that Lawrend had such good regenerative abilities. It was even more absurd when it came to his son.
"Is that enough?" Lawrend asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"N-No..."
The old man was taken aback. He stared at the tiny drop of blood in a daze.
"*Sigh* We need to continue," Lawrend said to Ember.
She nodded her head, and they repeated the process. They would cut a huge gash on Inferno's wrist, and a small drop of blood would drip into the bowl.
After a few attempts, Ember lost her patience.
"Master, why don't we cut his hand off?" Ember asked.
"M-Mommy!?" Inferno exclaimed.
"That's a good idea."
Lawrend didn't think it was a problem. Inferno's regenerative ability was so great he suspected he might be able to grow a new hand. Thinking about that made him want to try it.
