Villain Path

Chapter 35. Life

"What kind of poison on the dagger?" asked Shen, but blind man was already missing.

On the other hand, he wouldn't have answered, even if he were in front of him. Shen searched for his feelings. It seems he isn't going to die where he sits, yet.

Muan came up to him.

"What now?"

Shen looked at him, distraught. Should he tell him? It would be logical to tell. Shen has opened his mouth, but...

"Are you hurt? You are bleeding!"

Muan grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand with a dagger.

Shen jerked his hand out sharply, until Muan accidentally cut himself. That would be a hilarious picture. And they would happily kick together.

"It's just a scratch!" Shen hissed furiously.

"All right," Muan conciliatoryly raised his hands up again, like he surrendered.

Shen turned around and headed back to the Gur's mansion.

[I don't even want to say anything about this.]

«Well, shut up!»

[No, I can't help, but remove at least 10 points for negligence.]

«It makes me neither cold nor hot,» Shen answered honestly. He generally began to suspect for a long time that the System withdraws and credits points purely for fun. Taking into account the number of indicators on which points were credited and withdrawn, he had no idea what was going on there as a result, if he could look at the pivot table.

«Can you tell me better about the poison?»

[How could I know what is it? I'm not omniscient.]

«Okay.» Shen pondered. Maybe, the healer can somehow recognize the poison. Considering the wealth of the Gur family, they may have a personal healer. He must go back and send for him.

Upon his return to the mansion, he forcibly got rid of Muan, who was trying to run for a healing slave. Shen was not immediately able to convince him that he still had the last casket that he gave was not over. Although, the situation amused him a little, he imagined that the handsome Muan was carrying around (apparently) at least half a dozen of these healing jars "just in case."

He wonders how much effort Muan puts in to keep being so pretty? How much time does it take: an hour in the morning, an hour in the evening? Mmm. Maybe Shen should pay more attention to how he looks? And then Yer described all cultivators as quite beautiful, but never elaborated on how they have achieved it and whether efforts are required to maintain the result. He would not like to wake up one day and find out that he has grown old. Whom is he kidding though? He definitely will not be able to devote so much time to his appearance.

Shen pondered this abstract subject until the healer knocked on his room. Jumping up, he hastened to lead him inside.

"Are you feeling unwell, mister?" An elderly short man asked politely.

Shen showed to the healer the palm of his left hand.

"Well, we will process it now..."

"No, wait. The fact is that poison could have entered the wound." Shen handed the dagger to the doctor. "Can you tell what the blade is lubricated with?"

The doctor darkened, taking the dagger in his hands.

"So offhand, of course, I cannot say. I need reagents to try to find out. This may take a while. If the poison is rare, I can't define it."