“Of course not. It wouldn’t do anything good,” Harvey replied.

“I’ll drag Grandma Bolton’s soul back using geomancy.”

“That way, I’ll force her back to life.”

“Huh?”

“Geomancy?”

“Are you serious?”

Lochlan looked at him, bewildered.

“Are you insane?”

“How dare you say something like that here! Do you think Mr. Bolton is crazy enough to let you do anything here?”

“I can assure you that he’s just a conman, Mr. Bolton!”

“Get him out of here!”

“Stop disturbing me from saving the patient!”

Azrael’s face darkened; he didn’t think a conman would show up here, of all places.

Then he remembered that Saul was the one who brought Harvey here, and he hesitated.

Judging from the relationship between the Hermit Families, Saul definitely wouldn’t bring Harvey here if Harvey wasn’t actually capable.

Harvey ignored Lochlan’s outburst and looked at Grandma Bolton, his face grim.

“If I’m guessing correctly, Mr. Anderson.”

“You’re planning to stick three needles in Grandma Bolton’s body.”