Son of the Olden Days

After listening to Sol's words, Shuggs could no longer calm down, and snarled at Sol with angrily staring eyes.

"Damn trash, you're looking for death! What the **** did you eat for me?"

Compared with Sol's many nicknames like ‘The **** of a prostitute’s girl’, Shuggs’ verbal abuse at this moment is really not painful or itchy.

Silently watching the other party jump up and down like a monkey for a long time, Thor shrugged.

"The burning ayahuasca ash is mixed with the dung of the sleepy bat, and then a certain percentage of the code word flower juice is added to the new thing. Oh, to be precise, this thing does not have a name yet. I am going to name it'Goddess' Regret'. But it sounds too ostentatious, maybe I should change one?"

Saul lowered his head and muttered to himself, as if he had forgotten the existence of Shuggs, and fell into thinking about naming.

Shuggs opened his mouth slightly, the expression on his face was uncertain, and he vaguely felt that Saul was frightening himself.

Experienced assassins can indeed use poison to the invisible, but how can such a clever means of such waste as Thor have? This is impossible, Shuggs is crying from the bottom of his heart.

Recalling the previous cooking process, Shuggs did not find any suspicious links, and the fish soup was also imported by Sol first, but at the moment he looked at the other side's appearance that he was unsure, after all, it was related to himself. Life.

The anger burned on his face and extinguished several times before Shuggs asked tentatively:

"The kind of thing you said...what's the effect?"

As if some of his own weird tastes finally got the attention of others, Thor, who was interrupted from thinking, suddenly raised his head, his tone filled with excitement.

"You will have continuous diarrhea for the next three days. Of course, this is just a small warm-up."

"After three days, you will feel dizzy, weak, and gradually exhausted. Then you will hear your heartbeat speeding up, and your vision will be blurred and ghosting. At the end you will see yourself melt into the darkness without pain, and then there will be no more. "

"To be precise, it takes more than three days for this gadget to actually happen, which means you still have a chance."

"As long as you come to me on time every three days to take the delay medicine, and repeat this process repeatedly, the toxicity in your body will be neutralized and dissipated in a few months, and there will be no sequelae. You can still continue your life. Thieves are a promising career."

Saul said a lot in one breath, his eyes sparkling and frantic, and finally he even sighed at Shuggs:

"Don't you think this is the most wonderful and greatest part of this poison? It can not only deal with time, but also make life drift between life and death!"

Seeing Sol's excited face that was infected by his own tone, Shuggs quickly killed him hundreds of times in his heart.

For some poisons, Shuggs has dabbled in it.

Although the use of poison is strictly the domain of assassins, high-end thieves are also good at using poisoned daggers, and the identification and use of most common poisons can only be regarded as basic subjects in the profession of thieves.

Poison that can control the time of attack?

Originally, Shuggs didn't believe Saul's nonsense, because he had never heard of such absurd things. But thinking of so many monsters running around in the dark wilderness, life is as worthless as weeds, who can guarantee what will happen in this **** world.

More importantly, the way Saul narrates at this moment makes Schugs feel that his whole person is a little abnormal, and it looks like a madman who is too paranoid in certain fields is expounding his new invention.

After a period of silence, Shuggs returned to the stump and sat down.

Using the tip of the dagger to pick out a small cluster from the pile of dark golden powder and carefully leaning in front of his eyes, he looked up suddenly and laughed.

"Yes, this is indeed the light of corruption, and your performance is so wonderful that you almost lied to me."

"Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure that as the only pharmacist in Grayscreen, the treacherous old **** Buddy Moore won't teach others the slightest knowledge even if someone kisses his ass."

"So you don't know much pharmacy at all, am I right?"

While speaking, Shuggs stared at Saul's expression, hoping to find any subtle flaws in the opponent's face.

Faced with Shuggs's doubts, Saul smiled disdainfully and waved his hands in the air casually.

"Poor boy, you can't do anything for sure. Pharmacy tricks? Believe me, I have forgotten more than most people know."

Saul's indistinguishable attitude made Shuggs' temptation to no avail, and his face became uncertain again in the shaking candlelight.

In fact, Shuggs's guess is correct, and it doesn't even count as an introduction to Pharmacy Thor.

Once Saul accidentally discovered that Buddy Moore, the pharmacist, had hidden this packet of corruption in the mezzanine of the counter, and he didn't know who he was going to send to see his ancestors.

The reason why he brought it back by the way when he was looking for food in the North District today was just Sol's preparation for his possible revenge in the future, and the unfortunate Shuggs just happened to hit it.

Regarding the unexpected arrival of Shuggs today, killing the opponent or allowing him to leave may cause trouble, not to mention that he may not have that strength.

So Saul made up such a story temporarily, which can solve the trouble while also controlling Shuggs, a man who can come and go freely in the town, through him to learn about the outside world.

When Sol chose to cook fish instead of grilled fish, his plan began.

The earthenware pot that was pushed to Schugs just now when dividing the fish was used by Sol not long ago to hold the sap ground from some thorny thorns in the cemetery. During the hunger period, Sol personally confirmed with his life that it was a kind of horror. Than the existence of powerful laxatives, I believe that Shuggs will be no exception in the next few days.

This is the prerequisite for the continuation of the entire plan, and the most critical link in making up the story. Fortunately, Shugus' arrogance made him ignore these details.

As for Sol's description of gradual transition from weakness to death, it is actually just a sequelae of deep hunger, and Shuggs, who has never been troubled by hunger, obviously has not experienced it.

With the above premise, coupled with this package of genuine corruption light, this also reminds the other party that he did have a chance to kill him before. With these foreshadowing, Shuggs could only choose to believe in the end.

Saul once read a sentence in a book that true heroes never make jokes about their lives.

Shuggs is naturally not a hero, but he is definitely afraid of death, after all, he doesn't have much courage to splurge at this age.

So Saul didn't worry about the end of this scam. When Shuggs picked up the fish soup, he had already lost because he couldn't afford to gamble.

Anger, suspicion, panic, there were too many emotions in Shuggs' heart for a time, but none of his life was threatened sharply.

Raising his hand and wiping a few hands on his face, Shuggs tried to put together a fierce expression and said:

"I need a one-time antidote. I will hand it over immediately. I will swear an oath in the name of the Lord of Darkness to let you go."

Saul's face slowly became cold, as if he had never smiled.

"You broke into my house uninvited, impolite, even so I still generously entertained you a good meal, but in the end you yelled at me like an idiot?"

"Let me go? It seems you haven't figured out the situation yet."

While speaking, Thor slowly stood up, pointing the rusty dagger in his hand at Shuggs, which was obviously a prelude to the declaration of war.

Schuges knew that Thor suddenly dared to lift the table at this moment, it was definitely not because of bravery. To replace it with the fact that he had already jumped up and twisted each other’s neck several times, it is a pity that now the advantages of each other have been tilted, and he can only endure silently. Thor's provocation.

"Go ahead, what do you want?"

After suffocating for a long time, Shuggs gritted his teeth and burst out this sentence.

The thought of his life being held in the hands of a small, usually inconspicuous character, and the gap from a hunter to a prey in a blink of an eye, made him feel as disgusting as swallowing a group of scavenger flies.

Saul threw the rusty iron sheet in his hand to the corner, walked forward and grabbed a dagger of Shuggs as his own, then stepped on the stump and looked down at the slumped Shuggs. .

"First, a small person like me doesn't want to disturb anyone, so remember, you have never seen me."

"Second, I will join in your blackmail game in the future. You are responsible for finding the target. I will formulate the action plan, and I will distribute the final benefits!"

"Third, I need a certain amount of candles, salt, and food that can be stored for a long time."

As soon as Saul's voice fell, Shuggs immediately retorted:

"That's impossible, our guild has a strict watch over food."

A playful smile appeared on Saul's face, and the dagger was wrapped around a knife, and then gently tossed it in his hand, as if he was a real thief at this moment.

"The **** of death is already at your side. If you still don't believe it, you can wait for the wheel of fate to turn with a fearless attitude."

"For the sake of being a companion in the monastery, I promised to reserve a spacious grave for you and tie a cross for you with my hands. Believe me, no one but me in the entire territory under Lord Savien can be saved. you."

"In the evening three days later, I will be here waiting for your results."

At the end, Saul patted Shuggs on the shoulder, then leaned closer to the opponent's ear and whispered softly:

"Life is always priceless, the point is what you are willing to give to continue it."

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Back to the cemetery, the heavy rain on the ground has stopped, and the air is filled with the coolness of late autumn.

A wandering skeleton passed by Shuggs aimlessly, and he suddenly kicked the opponent into broken bones on the ground.

The darkness is still endless, like a nightmare that cannot be awakened.

Shuggs exhaled depressed and disappeared in it.

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