Even though the captain of the Royal Guards gave his word of assurance, the three of them still insisted that they had no idea about the poison.
Then Du Lun's face darkened, he took out a small bottle from his arms and pulled out the cork.
"This is the poisonous wine left in Your Majesty's wine glass. None of the three of you can escape. If each of you drinks it in one gulp, if you don't know what the poison is, you will have no choice but to wait for death."
Upon hearing this, the three of them panicked completely and even started biting the others.
Du Lun ignored them and just watched their quarrel with cold eyes, and then made a move to pour out the poisonous wine from the small bottle.
Finally, the businessman named Talil couldn't bear it anymore and confessed to Duren that a customer had asked him about the poison three days ago, saying that the weaker the taste, the stronger the poison, the better.
In addition, it must be guaranteed that as long as a person drinks it, he will definitely die.
Talir was the most courageous among the three. He had a premonition that the man might use the poison to do something amazing, and he was worried that the matter would be exposed and involve him, so he lied and said that he had no supplies on hand.
Seeing that Talil had spoken, another businessman finally confessed, saying that he had also met the customer, but he really did not have that kind of poison.
After hearing this, Du Lun turned his attention to the third person, the businessman nicknamed Fat Cat.
The latter's face became very ugly at this time.
Du Lun didn't say anything, he just pushed the bottle containing the poisonous wine in front of him.
Fat Cat was frightened out of his wits and said with a sad face, "Can you really guarantee that you won't let the guards arrest me?"
Duren nodded, "I can swear to you on the honor of the Hightower family."
"The Hightower family?" Fat Cat couldn't help but tremble again when he heard the name, "You, are you the captain of the royal guard... Lord Duren."
"This is none of your business." Little Finger scolded, "Tell me everything you know, including where this poison came from and who bought it from you."
The fat cat's expression changed, and finally he seemed to have made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and said, "The reputation of the Hightower family has always been very good. I heard that Lord Duren is also a very upright person. Since you are asking me, then I
Let me tell you the truth too.
"The poison was purchased from a small sect called the Blood Moon Society. It is said that they split from the original Silver Moon Church. Herodotus, the current leader of the Blood Moon Society, was once the high priest of the Silver Moon Church.
"But now it seems that he is wanted by the nobles in the Western Region. In short, that Blood Moon is very good at making poisons. He made a poison that poisoned hundreds of nobles at once in the Scaled City, and Silver
There are several priests in the Moon Church.
"They call that thing a blood feast. They may be short of money recently, so they have people bring some blood feasts to Lionheart Castle to sell them. But to be honest, the sales are not very good, because the symptoms after poisoning are too obvious.
Meets the requirements of most buyers.
"But two days ago, someone came to me and told me his request, and offered a high price of two thousand gold lions. I know I shouldn't do such a thing, but that is really a lot of money.
A lot of money.
"I didn't resist the temptation and sold the Blood Feast to him, but I swear if I knew that bastard wanted to use this poison to deal with our great and respectable emperor, no matter how much money he paid, I would not sell it
Yes!" Fat Cat emphasized.
Du Lun didn't say anything, but the veins in the hand holding the sword bulged out. The fat cat was frightened by the sight, fearing that the man in front of him would suddenly slash him with the sword.
Fortunately, the captain of the royal guard was a very trustworthy person. Even though he hated the fat cat to the extreme, he did not draw his sword after all and just asked.
"Who is the buyer? Do you know what he looks like."
"How could a person who would do such a thing expose his appearance so easily? He was wearing a gray cloak that completely wrapped his body and head. He also covered his face, and he was like the other people who came to me to trade.
Just like people."
"Please be sure to recall more things about that person, it is very important." Du Lun said word by word.
Fat Cat's calves were trembling, and he thought hard for a while, "By the way, that's a noble. The person who came to me must be a noble. I'm not just saying this because he was very generous.
"And also because although I can't see his face, I can see his hands. His skin is whiter than that of ordinary people. Only nobles have that kind of skin color because they don't have to work under the scorching sun in the city.
Running around."
"Any more?"
"And..." Fat Cat hesitated and glanced at the other two businessmen.
Du Lun understood what he meant and said to the two people, "Okay, there is nothing to do with you here. You can go. Remember not to talk nonsense about what happened today."
"We know, we know." The two people thanked Du Lun and hurriedly left the pickled fish shop as if they had been granted amnesty.
Fat Cat looked at Little Thumb again, but this time Duren shook his head, "He is from the garrison and is my assistant, and I also need a witness, so as to make your testimony more credible."
"Okay." Fat Cat finally gave in, "That person may be from the Wendell family..."
Du Lun's eyes moved slightly when he heard the name. He suddenly took a step forward, grabbed Fat Cat's collar and said sternly, "You are lying!"
"I didn't, I really didn't, I can swear that everything I told you is true!" Fat Cat looked like he was about to cry in fear.
"You just said that people who do such things are usually very careful not to let anyone identify them. Why do you insist that the person is from the Wendell family?"
"I didn't... I just said it was possible." Fat Cat said tremblingly, "In fact, he did disguise himself very well and didn't bring anything with him that would reveal his identity. But...
"But when I was paying, I saw the calluses left on the thumb and index finger of his left hand. As you know, there are not many swordsmen in the royal capital who are accustomed to using their swords with their left hand, not to mention that he also has calluses on his right hand.
"I know how to use a sword with both hands. The first thing I thought of was the Wendell family, because they seem to be the only ones who can practice like this. In addition, I heard that Count Clyde's disciples are..."
"Okay." The captain of the royal guard interrupted Fat Cat unceremoniously, paused and then said, "You are right, the Wendell family does have a lot of suspicion.
"Did that person say anything when he bought the blood feast from you?"
"No, he just asked general questions like how to use it and how to cover up the smell. I told him, he paid me the money, and then left with the poison."
Fat Cat wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and said, "I have told you everything I know."
This chapter has been completed!