CH 238

Predator's Way (2)

A crack appeared in the servant's expression.

His twitching mouth tried to say something, but he couldn't speak because of the other servants inside.

Meantime.

Roman Dmitry savored tea.

He ate one snack that he had not normally touched, and showed no signs of being wary.

However, no dramatic change occurred.

The servants quickly cleared their seats and went out, and Roman Dmitry, who was drinking the rest of the tea, felt a flirtatious feeling when he opened the door.

"What the hell is this! You knew what was in it and drank it so recklessly!"

It was the servant who had just left.

The man whose name was to be exact, Greg, said with a look of embarrassment and anger.

sudden warning.

There was a chance that he wouldn't trust himself.

However, it was natural for a normal person to be wary of saying that he might have been poisoned regardless of whether he trusted him or not.

But Roman Dmitry drank the tea without hesitation.

He took the risk and told the truth, but proved that the bottom-up teacup meant nothing.

tuk.

put down the teacup.

Roman Dmitry looked at Greg with a calm face.

"I knew from the beginning that Barbosa mainly used poison. And, poison does not work for me."

" what it is."

The moment you drink tea.

The poison energy spread through the body.

It showed a tendency to be poisonous, and it took over the body so secretly that even the aura swordsmen who deal with mana did not notice the existence of the poison.

Barbosa's weapon was definitely powerful.

If you drink this kind of sangongdok the day before, when you get on the main stage, the situation can't be reversed.

An invisible poison.

It was a deadly force.

When he complained of strangeness belatedly, Barbosa's sword would blow his head away and he wouldn't be able to come up with an excuse.

But.

The opponent is Roman Dmitry.

Due to the rapid development of the body, almost no poison stopped working, and it was not strange to call it the state of being completely poisoned (萬毒不侵) after accepting the flames of fire.

The flames of the fire burned out all the energy in the body, which Roman Dmitry considered to be "foreign matter."

No impurities were allowed, and thanks to this, while maintaining pure qi, the poison was engulfed in flames as soon as it drank.

heat in the inside.

The heat flowing from the esophagus made Barbosa's plan useless.

It was a truth that Greg did not know.

The astonished face asked why he drank even though he knew the truth, but Roman Dmitry did not give an answer.

"If you really want to help me. Can the ingredients in the mug prove that someone tried to poison me?"

" It is possible, but the problem is time. Barbosa isn't just poisoning her eve night. Those in the know know that Barbossa deals with 'poison', but the poison used the day before has no way of proving it until the show is over. If you doubt the poison and give up the fight with Barbossa. Barbossa dominates public opinion, turning opponents into cowards. Refusing a confrontation in Valhalla is disgraceful for any reason, and at that time no one listens to the evidence. However, to go on stage and prove the results, the sword of Barbosa is not easy."

Barbosa was clever.

The day before.

He pushed his opponent into a corner.

To drink or not to drink.

It was an advantage for Barbosa.

If the opponent who was wary of poison could not eat anything and stayed up all night with open eyes, that was the picture Barbosa wanted.

To lower the opponent's condition somehow.

Barbosa's swordsmanship, called the Continental Twelve Swords, was able to completely overwhelm the opponent with just that difference.

was an outsider.

In a situation that would normally have to be dealt with, Roman Dmitry took the daring method of drinking poison.

Roman Dmitry stood up.

"Until tomorrow's main stage is over. Prove that there was poison in this teacup. If you get the results I want, you too will get the results you want."

No answer was heard.

moved a step

If you openly used poison, from now on, it was your turn to use that fact as an excuse.

* * *

Servants who brought refreshments.

One of them bowed his head to a man and said in a secret voice.

"Roman Dmitry swallowed poison. He even ate sweets, so he must have been poisoned."

okay?

man's body.

He was the butler in charge of the outside guests.

Contrary to his straight appearance, he stroked his gray beard and showed a sinister smile.

"Stupid boy. How do you look at your composure before the match? This is the end of Dmitry's fame.

this mission.

I think the chances of failure are high.

Roman Dmitry was a very unexpected person, and he showed himself as a strategist on the battlefield, so it was not easy to poison him before the confrontation.

But is it because his subordinate won the eve?

It was easier than I thought, and I made the negligent mistake of drinking poison.

That was then.

As the butler took a bag of gold coins and turned around, a familiar figure came into the kitchen where the butler was.

"Are you the general manager here?"

"Yes, I ."

sure.

Kwajik!

"Great."

The butler's face was slammed into the wall.

Roman Dmitry, holding his opponent's head, looked down at his blood-soaked face.

"The servants here just fed me poison tea. If you were the general manager over them, you wouldn't be able to escape that responsibility. What poison did you feed me? And, did Barbosa order poison?"

"Oh, no! What the hell are you talking about! I am irrelevant!"

The butler's face turned pale.

surely.

I didn't know it would come so recklessly after finding out if it was poisonous.

Once you've stumbled

If he emphasized the fact that he was a butler, even as Roman Dmitry, he thought that there was nothing he could do about it.

"No, it doesn't matter. If it wasn't for you, there would be no reason for the servants to accept gold from you.

damn.

slapped cheeks

The butler, whose eyes were released, staggered as if he was about to collapse, but the wretched hand did not let go of the butler's body.

Even if gold coins have no special meaning.

It is not irrelevant that the servants receive confirmation from the butler before serving food, and the fact that the person who received the servants here is the butler.

There is no reason to be embarrassed.

Compensation and obligations received as a responsible person are not an area where you can excuse yourself by saying that you are irrelevant.

"If you are really sad. Call someone who can take charge of this situation."

" that, that."

hesitant eyes.

gave confidence in violence.

What the momentary hesitation meant was probably more from the anxiety that he might have done something wrong rather than the seriousness of this case.

from then on.

didn't add any words.

damn.

slapped cheeks

Hear this commotion, and someone will come to you.

So that the tail, who is trying to ameliorate the situation somehow, reveals itself.

Roman Dmitry did not go round and round.

Just as the opponent used poison openly, he used violence openly and angered the opponent's mistakes to the point of brutality.

It was as expected.

In order not to make the situation bigger.

In the end, the tail had no choice but to reveal itself.

* * *

"Stop it now! What the hell is this?"

It was Viscount Jonathan.

His face, which showed signs of violence, revealed his embarrassment at the situation in front of him.

Moment.

Roman Dmitry laughed.

If Viscount Jonathan was a tail, it meant that Marquis Belfir and Barbosa were beyond them.

widely.

let go of your hand

Leaving the butler barely breathing, Roman Dmitry wiped the blood from his hands.

"The servants here just poisoned me. And, the butler gave the servants a bag of gold coins as if praising them. Sir Jonathan. What do you think of this? I'm pretty sure they took orders and poisoned them to disrupt the festival stage.

"No way! Do not insult Valhalla!"

Viscount Jonathan cried out.

In the words of Roman Dmitry.

his heart sank.

Barbosa's poison.

You can never find it in the usual way.

It is colorless and odorless and has the ability to slowly scatter mana, so the effect does not appear immediately.

But instead.

how did you find out

Contrary to his heart beating like crazy, Viscount Jonathan showed a confident look.

"The festival of Valhalla is a sacred stage! If such a thing happens, we will actively come forward to find out the truth and punish severely. But Roman Dmitry. It is too much of an overstatement to say that the butler used poison. Before we serve food to our guests, we use a magic tool to determine the poison. But for what reason are you convinced that the car is poisonous?"

drove the situation.

evade responsibility.

Conversely, criticize the opponent.

"If there is no poison in this car. Can Roman Dmitry bear that responsibility? It's not that simple this time around. It is an insult to Valhalla, and it is a problem that no matter how precious a guest may be, it cannot be overlooked. If in doubt like that, put the festival stage aside. I will report directly to His Majesty the Emperor, and I will put another warrior on the stage on behalf of Roman Dmitry."

It was the next best thing.

If Roman Dmitry avoids confrontation.

Going forward with one of my original plans, I'm going to frame Roman Dmitry as a coward.

truth?

No problem.

After all, Valhalla manages both the investigators and the evidence, so how can they prove the existence of poison?

Roman Dmitry is not allowed a place for the citizens of Valhalla to uncover the truth.

The reason Barbosa has always been able to win is because he is on the side of those in power.

By the way.

Roman Dmitry reacted differently than expected.

"The stage will proceed as planned. But I have no intention of going beyond today's work. Sir Jonathan. If you prove the existence of poison, then you will have to take responsibility for what you say to me."

Through this.

The problem of poison came to the surface.

Seeing Roman Dmitry taking a step back, Viscount Jonathan felt a strange ominous feeling, unlike his laid-back face.

* * *

series of events.

It was reported to the Marquis of Belfir and known to Barbosa.

"Roman Dmitry discovered the existence of poison. Will you be okay though?"

The question of the Marquis Belfir.

Barbosa's face was revealed in the light.

A smile appeared on his snake-like face.

"Marquis Belfir. Do you know why I prefer that poison? It is a different concept from common poison. People addicted to the poison at first go wild without knowing what's wrong with the insignificant effect, but the mana-diffusing effect soon causes a pale face and fires in the insteps of their feet. Roman Dmitry is in the same vein. I don't know how he found the colorless, odorless poison, but he is now convinced that the poison is of little effect.

mountain poison.

It was a well-known name in Moorim.

However, in the Salamander Continent, it was Barbosa who created a new concept of industrial poisoning.

Whirlik.

widely.

The dagger was stamped on the table.

Showing off her cool life, Barbosa spoke confidently.

"Even if you are not poisoned. What are you worried about? Even if I overwhelmingly defeated Morales, that doesn't mean I'm on an equal footing. I will prove it in front of people. The difference between 12th and 6th place in Valhalla. It does not simply mean six steps, but means an overwhelming difference that you can't even look up at. As always. Trust me."

"Yeah, you're trustworthy."

Marquis Belfir laughed.

Barbosa.

A loyal dog of the progressives.

If so, he was the perfect person to decorate the finale of this plan.

It was a bustling night starting from the eve.

That's how the day ended.

But the next day.

The festival everyone had been waiting for was heated up by a rumor from early in the morning.