With a sneer, the fish-man prince had cast his vicious gaze on the tiger-man Albert.
"Your tiger friend has been poisoned by a poison, and I am the only one who has the antidote for this poison."
"What, what? Me?!" Albert jumped up: "You didn't mean fish---"
"It has nothing to do with fish. I poisoned your tableware." Tristan pointed his finger.
As expected, the iron fork Albert used to eat just now had a thin layer of frost on it. When Tristan brought the plates and cutlery to the restaurant, he spent too much time tampering with the cutlery -
-----The werewolf cursed in his heart, he should have been more careful.
"Don't worry, it's not a poison that will kill you instantly, but within a week, your skin and flesh will inevitably rot and die. Your body will be bleeding and pusing every day, and you will die miserably and without dignity." Tristan said.
Looking at Albert with a vicious look: "For the guy who once harmed the whole world, this is the most appropriate way to die, don't you think so?"
"Damn you---" Albert wanted to have an attack, but he only felt a sudden itching all over his body. The intense itching reaction left him no time to pay attention to Tristan, so he had to scratch his body with both claws!
"It's so itchy! It's so itchy! What the hell is going on?!" The tiger simply took off his shirt and rolled around on the ground scratching the itch. If the matter hadn't been so urgent, he would never have done it.
He would make such a fool of himself in front of everyone.
"It's like a leprosy cat, haha--" Tris rolled his eyes at the tiger and smiled cruelly: "Just scratch it, scratch it. This itch will never be removed until the moment you die.
It will continue to torture you. You will get ulcers all over your body from scratching, and eventually you will have to dig out your own intestines, strangle yourself, and take your own life."
So vicious.
Seeing his friend suffering, the werewolf became angry, really angry.
"Why Al? Why don't you use poison on me, you despicable villain!"
"Hahaha, how can you be poisoned? You have to concentrate to compete with me - and I never compete with dirty guys." Tristan smiled cruelly: "Sit down quickly. This bet is about to begin.
Already!"
There is no escape, Tristan's heart is extremely dark, and he wants to drive Bedivere to death.
On the side, Ivan not only did not step forward to stop this ridiculous thing, but instead raised the corners of his mouth, pushed up his glasses, and smiled cruelly, watching all this with the mood of watching a show.
(Monster! Real monster!)
(What have you become in these seven years?)
(Are you still the same Tristan and Evan I met back then?)
(Are you still the friends I met back then?)
(What turned you into monsters?)
The werewolf's face twitched, and his eyes showed a fierce look. If he could, he would definitely cry at this moment. But the werewolf has grown up, and he has outgrown the age where he can just cry if he wants to.
He controlled his emotions and sat down pretending to be calm: "Okay... let's bet. But what is the bet?"
"Bet?" Tristan was confused for a while. It was obvious that he had never thought of the answer to this question: "What other bet is needed? In this competition, it is either you or me who will die, and the dead will not pay you any more bets."
In other words, the stakes in this gamble are our two lives."
The werewolf shook his head gently: "You are wrong.
A dead person is settled once and for all, but this does not mean that those behind him will live in peace. Since you have to bet on your life, it means you have to bet on everything in your life."
Hearing the werewolf's words, Tristan couldn't help but frown slightly. Even that frown was extremely elegant, fitting his noble status.
"You may be right. --- Well, let's talk about it, what's the stake? If I eat poisonous roe and die as a result, you can cut off my head and go back to my mother to claim it.
Your reward. My mother------Queen Lilith I of Iceland--can turn her palms into clouds and turn her hands into rain. Any wish in the world, as long as you can think of it, she can fulfill it for you.
."
"I don't need those things." The werewolf sneered indifferently: "If I survive this bet---"
He cleverly substituted a concept, and Tristan didn't hear any flaws in this substituted concept.
"If [I survive], I want [you] to fulfill one of my wishes unconditionally."
The fishman smiled funny: "I will be dead by then, how can I fulfill your wish? --- But, okay, whatever you want. Even if I die, my queen mother will still fulfill your wish. This is the same as me
The conditions just issued are consistent."
In fact, they are not consistent. There are subtle differences between the two. Ivan was worried on the sidelines. He noticed the abnormality in Bedivere's words, but he could not point out what the abnormality was, so he had to continue to remain silent.
"Then, on the contrary -" Tristan also made a condition: "If you die, I will cut off your head, take it back to the laboratory in Iceland, and use brain-squeezing techniques to drain everything out of your brain."
You seem to know a lot about us, so let me investigate."
The werewolf glanced at the other party: "That's it?"
"That's all." Tristan glanced back: "Looking at your poor appearance, I know that you are so poor that you will not regret dying. What property do you have that I should take away? Forget it."
It seems right to say this, but it always makes people angry.
The werewolf looked at Albert on the ground. The tiger was so itchy that he took off his pants, leaving only a pair of shorts, and kept scratching there. The three leopard-man brothers hurriedly surrounded the tiger to cover up its shame.
Occasionally, I would help Al scratch his itch.
"If I die - you can get Albert and make him your slave. You can play with him however you want." The werewolf whispered: "I saved his life, he owes me
. Just use his body to pay this debt."
"Haha, what a beautiful thought!" Tristan laughed, as if he heard an unprecedented joke: "Even if you lose the bet, I have to save my [property]. If you die, you can let this
A tiger is saved, is that what you think? You really know how to plan for your friends."
The werewolf remained silent. This was the most foolproof strategy he could think of. Albert would at least be saved--although the price would be unimaginably high.
"Very well, I also want to keep a cat for fun." Tristan smiled cruelly: "But you don't want to know how I will treat him. This pet is quite cute and will definitely become a gift for many people who cannot find it."
A toy for the entertainment of Viking men whose wives are so hungry and thirsty---Uh-huh---"
"You bastard!!" Albert cursed viciously, but he was so itchy that he didn't even have the strength to curse.
"I don't care - just do whatever you want with him." The werewolf tightened a sphincter somewhere unconsciously. Poor Albert was sold like this.
"Then --- stop delaying, let's get started." Tristan patted the table lightly: "For the sake of fairness --- Ivan, get out of here."
"Uh, what?" Ivan was stunned. This was obviously different from the plot he imagined.
"I told you, get out of here!" Tristan repeated.
Ivan, who has super vision, can see the toxins contained in fish roes, and having him there is equivalent to cheating. But Tristan actually drove away Ivan.
He wanted a fair fight. He meant it.
"You will regret it. I will collect your body later." Ivan said venomously, walking outside the restaurant: "It is better for a person with a bad character like you to die. Just struggle hard."
Ivan doesn't like Tristan. He wants Tristan to die?
Aren't they called "brothers"?
"Now, the troublesome guy is gone." Tristan conjured up a spoon and quickly and lightly moved it between the two fish roes, causing the two fish roes to fall apart.
"And I have dropped these two roes countless times. Now even I don't know which one is poisonous and which one is non-toxic. Ivan is the only one in the world who can tell.
---And he won't come to help me again."
"Just pick one and eat it." Tristan said calmly.
Bedivere looked at the two fish roes on the plate.
Both of them are pitch black and have a golden halo, which is very beautiful.
Both pellets are perfect spherical shapes without any defects.
But one of them contains a shocking poison. If you eat it, you will definitely die.
The werewolf couldn't help but swallow again, his heart beating faster.
"Oh, are you just backing down now?" Tristan grinned and sneered: "It's not impossible to back down. If you can kneel down and lick my boots, I might consider letting you go."
"I was just thinking about who should eat it first. If both pills are poisonous and you trick me into eating them first, wouldn't I die inexplicably?"
"Okay---" Tristan also guessed what the werewolf would say. He took out a gold coin and said, "Then let's toss a coin to decide. If you want fairness, then you do it."
That is the currency of the Kingdom of Iceland. It contains extremely high gold content and is very heavy in the hands of a werewolf.
The front of the gold coin has an ice crystal rose pattern and the national emblem of the Kingdom of Iceland printed on it. The back has the face value of the currency, a large "1", lined with two swimming mermaids.
The fine workmanship is unparalleled in the world. This also proves how meticulous the mermaids are in details. Such meticulous guys will never cheat in the competition.
After confirming that the coin was not fraudulent, the werewolf asked: "Heads? Tailside?"
"The front, the side with the national emblem." Tristan replied without hesitation: "May my kingdom protect me."
The werewolf tossed the coin and watched it flip hundreds of times in the air before falling. He grabbed the coin with one hand, faced Tristan, and slowly opened his palm.
It's the front.
"I'm very lucky. Although I just had bad luck for a while." The werewolf said sarcastically in a cold tone.
"Do you think so?" Tristan was even more proud: "I have never lost a coin toss since a long time ago. My luck is absolute, and no one has ever been able to beat me by luck."
(Why are you so sure?)
"In my life, I have encountered countless dangerous battles. My ability to survive these dangerous situations is all due to luck." Tristan boasted proudly: "I have been lucky since I was a child.
Favor, you can't defeat me."
His arrogance stems from his own strength. This strength is multi-faceted. Not only does he have powerful magic and sword skills, he also has incredible good luck.
With all this, Tristan must have been unscrupulous over the years and lived a more carefree life than anyone else.
But he will regret it. The werewolf looked at the fishman prince viciously: "Then you can eat it first. May your good luck not kill you."
"Huhu." Tristan sneered, picked up the spoon, scooped up the roe closer to him, and put it into his mouth.
A flush of intoxication appeared on his face. I'm afraid that fish roe is very delicious. There is only one like this in the world, it is unique and a heavenly delicacy.
The fishman slowly swallowed the roe into his throat, enjoying its wonderful aftertaste. After half an hour, he found that he had not died from the poison, so he smiled proudly at the werewolf and said: "I've finished eating. It's your turn."
Although the voice was smooth and comfortable, as beautiful as a song, to the ears of the werewolf Bedivere, it sounded like the whisper of death.
Obviously, the pellet that the fishman prince ate was non-toxic fish roe, which is hard to find in the world and a treasure among treasures.
Then, the remaining one, the small black ball in this gorgeous ice tray, is probably a poisonous thing, a poison that can poison people to death thousands of times.
Thinking of this, the werewolf couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.
"Huhu." The fish-man prince survived the catastrophe and was already feeling restless. He sneered at Bedivere: "I repeat: it's not impossible to back down. If you can kneel down and lick my boots, maybe I will
Consider letting you go. Of course, the conditions have changed now. I want you to be my slave. ------Little dog, when I go back, I will take off your clothes and put you in a cage to enjoy.
I’ll use another trick to humiliate you every day. You will definitely live a happy life."
At that moment, Bedivere actually had some expectations. It was just for a moment. If he were still the child he was, he might have agreed innocently.
However, when people grow up, they can understand the malice in the world; they can deeply realize that there are many cruel people and cruel things in the world. Because of this, waves of coldness seeped out of the werewolf's body. He had seen Tristan
After being cruel, I understood how the fishman prince would play with the people he hated. If he fell into the hands of the prince, his life would definitely be worse than death.
"Hehehehehe." The werewolf laughed, and smiled wildly: "Tristan, Tristan, you underestimate me. Do you think I am the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"
He scooped up the highly poisonous fish roe on the plate with a spoon: "What does your good luck mean? Let me show you what is real luck!"