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Chapter 611: Chapter 24 Curse Poison [Goodnight] Chapter 611: Chapter 24 Curse Poison [Goodnight] When Minister Drost felt his mind quake tremendously, Aiwass realized he had succeeded.

“What do I want?”

With a mocking smile, Aiwass said, “If I say I want nothing…

would you be afraid, Charles?”

Hearing this, Minister Drost felt sweat drench his back.

If “Aiwass” wanted nothing…@@novelbin@@

Did that not mean he had no intention of helping him?

As the Minister of Commerce, Drost was all too familiar with this—fearing not the request, but the absence of one.

With a demand, there was a solution.

Just as “whatever you like” is the hardest dish to prepare, silence was the hardest demand to serve.

After watching him with a grin for a while, Aiwass finally relented, “Well then…”

Seeing the smile on “Aiwass”‘s face soften, Drost felt as if he was truly dealing with Aiwass Moriarty himself.

He instantly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his scalp tingle with the fright that had passed.

“First, answer a few questions for me, then I’ll decide whether or not to help you.”

Aiwass said leisurely, “If you dare to lie to me…

Heh.”

“Do you know?

A human soul can be preserved inside a gemstone.

Though with your ugliness and pettiness, you are not worth the waste of a gemstone…

but once your soul is encapsulated within it, if I happen to recall one day being deceived by a fat man, I can still awaken you from the stone.

And torture you just like a living person.”

He lifted his right hand, propping his chin.

He chuckled while discussing how to turn a person into jewelry.

Drost’s pupils reflexively glanced at the Flame of Truth.

This was still the truth.

“—What are you looking at?”

Aiwass said unhurriedly, “I felt something was off just now…

Why do your eyes keep drifting toward it?”

As he spoke, he pulled the lamp closer to his side.

Drost instantly broke out into a cold sweat, his limbs going cold.

As a child, Drost had accidentally shattered his father’s beloved antique vase.

Not daring to admit it, he was forced to cautiously glue the fragments back together.

Making them reunite into a vase and placing it back in its original spot.

—That way, father wouldn’t notice.

Even if he did, he couldn’t be sure it was me…

And with so many children in the house, maybe someone else would knock it over again.

By then, it wouldn’t be my fault anymore.

Seven-year-old little Charles thought so at the time.

But no sooner had he finished than his father burst into the study while he was carefully restoring the vase to its place.

Contrary to little Charles’s expectations, his father recognized at a glance something was wrong with the vase.

He marched straight toward little Charles and the vase—In the moment he picked up the vase, and it suddenly shattered, little Charles’s hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably.

—At this very moment, Drost felt as if he had returned to that day.

Filled with fear, as if the sky were falling.

“Hehe, the Flame of Truth.”

Sure enough, “Aiwass” easily saw through it.

In those slightly narrowed eyes shimmered a merciless cold murderous intent and a disdain as one would look at an ant.

That intent was so intense and real, as though he truly wanted to kill him…

or rather, as though he had already killed him!

Minister Drost felt panic rising.

In an instant, it was as if he could see his own miserable death in the depths of Aiwass’s eyes.

It was as though his entire body was being pierced repeatedly by thousands of cold steel needles—the phantom pain that was almost unbearable made him want to cry out.

When Minister Drost subconsciously touched his own neck, feeling his heartbeat and warmth still present, he relaxed slightly.

That strange phantom pain eventually dissipated.

“Hmph.”

Watching Drost, still shaken, collapse into his seat, Aiwass snorted softly.

But Drost did not know that Aiwass was somewhat puzzled—what was wrong with him?

A Transcendent of the Fourth Power Level should not be so susceptible to intimidation, should he?

Seeing Drost’s suddenly enlarged, vacant eyes, and his body convulsing violently like an epileptic fit, Aiwass was even concerned about his heart condition.

I haven’t even asked anything yet, don’t let him just die of fright…

That would be too easy for him.

Fortunately…

as Aiwass was pondering whether he should save Drost if he had a heart attack, Drost gradually recovered on his own.

Aiwass didn’t dare to add more pressure either.

So, he snorted coldly, getting straight to the point: “Good enough, since the Flame of Truth is here…”

As he spoke, he turned the candlestick upside down, aiming it at Minister Drost.

“Then let’s drop the lies, and talk.”

Aiwass spoke serenely, “I ask, you answer.

Within five seconds, no thinking allowed.”

“…Yes, my lord!

I will tell everything I know!”

Drost looked at Aiwass with some gratitude.

For at the moment Aiwass spoke, the illusion that his entire body was pierced by something cold, slimy, and sharp had completely dissipated.

“Who was the last person you liaised with?”

“It was ‘Blood Diamond,’ a witch.

She’s my regular contact.”

“How do you contact her?”

“With the ‘Rust Blood Ritual,’ I have a bottle of her blood.”

“Where did you hide it?”

“The third level down from the top of the Lohar Society headquarters building, in the second storage room’s cabinet.”

“Where did that bottle of wine come from just now?”

“That really was ‘Sacred Tree No.

1’, I bought it at a steep price from a goblin.”

“And the poison?”

“That was ‘Goodnight’, the curse poison given to me by Miss Blood Diamond.”

“Do you know what ‘Goodnight’ is?”

“Poison concocted by the current Black Chancellor himself, effective only on the Queen.”

“Do you know how His Majesty views you?”

“Which His Majesty?

I don’t know.”

“Valentine VII—have you met him?”

“No, but we’ve spoken.”

“Have you met the Red Chancellor?”

“No.

I haven’t had the opportunity.”

“Then have you met Countess Emma?”

“No, only heard of her.”

…

Their questioning and responding was quick and fluid.

This was the most efficient conversation since Aiwass had entered.

The Flame of Truth that Minister Drost had brought out himself was now ironically being used to interrogate him.

Soon, Aiwass had gathered plenty of valuable intelligence.

“Blood Diamond”—Aiwass knew she had infiltrated the place.

And the clothes that burst out were quite rough—that was tentacle attire!

No matter what, it had to be brushed off.

…

But if Aiwass remembered correctly, she shouldn’t belong to King Star Antimony’s forces because that place was the Red Chancellor’s domain, and she was one of the Red Chancellor’s many “daughters” and “lovers.”

This suggested she might be a spy that the Red Chancellor had sent to the royal family or, alternatively, someone who later defected to the Red Chancellor’s side.

Aiwass was familiar with the “Rust Blood Ritual.” It was a curse that tainted the blood to induce septicemia, one of the weakest curses.

“Blood Diamond” must know of Drost’s death.

But this was the first time Aiwass used the Rust Blood Ritual; perhaps it could still summon her…

After all this time, it’s possible that one of Drost’s heirs had discovered her contact method.

Even knowing the risks and that it could be a trap, she would have to make the trip.

As Star Antimony found itself in dire straits, an opportunity to break the stalemate was something that couldn’t be passed up.

As long as Valentine VII thought this way, what she herself thought was irrelevant.

However, Minister Drost’s understanding of “Goodnight” was somewhat off.

The curse poison “Goodnight” was not developed by this generation’s Black Chancellor…

but by the first Black Chancellor, who became an undead to attain eternal life.

Although the original Red and Black Chancellors are both still alive, their positions continue to be passed on.

Each generation’s Black Chancellor is the Vice-Dean of the Spirit Summoning Tower, and each generation’s Red Chancellor is a “child” of the first Red Chancellor.

The first Black Chancellor’s Path was Adaptation and Dusk, and the curse poison was a skill belonging to the Path of Adaptation.

Moreover, “Goodnight” possessed extremely potent Dusk Power.

This generation’s Black Chancellor, he doesn’t have the aptitude for the Path of Adaptation, so how could he possibly have developed a curse poison?

“Goodnight’s” potency is tied to alcohol content.

It’s actually a curse poison specifically developed to bury powerful undead.

“Goodnight” with an alcohol content near pure alcohol can intoxicate powerful undead and put them into a Death Slumber…

and this curse poison requires the subject to “voluntarily ingest” it to take effect.

If the alcohol content served with the curse poison is reduced, it becomes a magic potion that executes living beings based on their remaining lifespan.

Its effect is equivalent to the Necromancy of the Path of Dusk—the “Death Slumber” spell—sending the souls of enemies who have suffered fatal injuries or severe aging directly into the Forest of Amber to become one of the ambers solidified by the Pillar God, Amber.

In the game’s terms, it’s a Fifth Power Level spell that directly executes enemies with less than 1% of their health.

It’s almost useless except when fighting bosses, where sometimes one could snatch that last 1% of health…

otherwise, it’s just a plot-related spell.

It’s specifically used against those enemies with a 1% health-locking mechanism.

The alcohol content of Sacred Tree No.

1 is about 17%.

It can, at most, execute elderly people with a remaining lifespan of less than seventeen months, as well as those who have extended their lives for a total of over seventeen months through life-extension spells.

Therefore, even if all four of them drank from this bottle, only the Queen would die as a result.

Aiwass then realized…

it wasn’t that Drost had some special poisoning technique that Aiwass failed to understand, but that he had simply put the poison into the entire bottle.

And he was lucky that he had plenty of life left.

That’s why the poison would affect only Queen Sofia…

But if Drost’s remaining life wasn’t much, he would have been taken away by the wine as well.

“Hehe…”

Aiwass laughed with ill intent.

His laughter made Drost uneasy.

But before Drost could ask, Aiwass took the initiative to disclose the secret of “Goodnight.”

Aiwass, standing within the radiance of the Flame of Truth, thus Drost immediately realized that what Aiwass said was the truth.

Drost’s expression instantly turned ugly.

They had wanted to kill me from such an early time…

even before he had his sudden epiphany and stepped into the Path of Dusk, his life was nearly over!