At that time, the employer saw the mercenaries either slumped over the table or lying on the ground, all dead from poisoning!
He nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, just as I imagined. Except for one person who is still eating, everyone else has collapsed."
"Wait?! Someone's eating?" The employer looked at the table in surprise. A young mercenary was eating openly, seemingly unaware of the situation.
And this young mercenary, needless to say, is Ye Lang!
He didn't seem to realize that something was wrong. He thought everyone else was just drunk and never considered that they had died from poisoning!
The medicine must not have taken effect yet; just wait a while!
The employer thought to himself that Ye Lang must have just eaten not long ago, otherwise he would have collapsed like the others!
Since that's the case, then let's just wait. Once the poison takes effect, I'll have accomplished my mission!
However, he waited and waited, and two doses of the poison had already taken effect, but Ye Lang was still eating and drinking, showing no signs of being poisoned.
What exactly happened? He ate poisoned food. I put it in there myself, there's absolutely no mistake!
The employer was confused; he couldn't understand why Ye Lang was still alright!
"When... when did you eat?" the employer asked somewhat tentatively.
Ye Lang looked at his employer, wanting to answer, but suddenly remembered that he seemed unable to speak; those people said he couldn't speak even if he died.
So Ye Lang pointed at those people, then at himself, and shook his head, trying to tell his employer that these people wouldn't let him speak!
"Is he mute?" the employer muttered to himself, then continued, "You! Did you eat with them?"
Ye Lang nodded and continued eating.
"How is this possible? How come you're alright? Could it be that you have a resistance to this poison, which is why you've been fine for so long?" The employer frowned and muttered to himself.
Ye Lang looked at his employer, shook his head, and then continued eating.
He wanted to say that he wasn't resistant to the poison, but rather that Immune to All Poisons, and that no poison could affect him, though he didn't know the specific reason why.
Perhaps it was because of his Internal Energy strength, or perhaps it was because he had been taking medicine since childhood and had ingested a lot of poison, that he was Immune to All Poisons.
It seems that this kid is not only mute and not very bright, otherwise how could he be eating so happily at a time like this? However, his body is quite interesting, so let's spare his life for now.
The employer looked at Ye Lang and had an idea in mind: to use Ye Lang as an experiment so that he could also be Immune to All Poisons, or at least have a cure for all poisons.
"Your name is Frank, right? From now on, you'll be following me. Stop eating these things and let's go. We can't stay here any longer!" The employer saw Ye Lang's member badge, the badge of this mercenary group. Although it wasn't a large mercenary group, this kind of formality was still common.
Mercenary groups usually issue identification to their mercenaries, mostly in the form of tags. The tags indicate which mercenary group and which member is represented, and also include the mercenary group's emblem.
Ye Lang's company was newly established, so he was assigned a nameplate that didn't belong to him, leading the employer to believe that his name was Frank.
"Huh?" Ye Lang looked at his employer, who seemed not to have figured out the current situation. He thought that the mercenaries had asked him to hand over to this person.
It doesn't matter who I give it to; it'll save me the trouble of finding a carriage.
Ye Lang seemed not to have considered why others would care about him or hand him over to someone else. No one here knew who he was; they only regarded him as a small mercenary.
And so, Ye Lang left with the employer. Of course, it wasn't his own choice; the employer pulled him away from the table, and he was forced to leave amidst reluctance.
When the employer was about to activate an Alchemy Array to burn down the Mountain Estate, Ye Lang's eyes lit up, then he hesitated—
"It's on fire, aren't you going to call for help to put it out?" Ye Lang stared blankly at the flames, then asked his employer.
"Do you need it? Let it burn... Wait, aren't you mute?" The employer was still answering when he soon realized that the one speaking was Ye Lang, whom he thought was mute.
"Did I say I was mute?" Ye Lang asked curiously.
"No..." The employer was a little embarrassed; he hadn't said that, but—
"Then why didn't you say anything while you were pointing and gesturing?"
"They're the ones who won't let me speak, saying I'll talk nonsense. Actually, everything I'm saying is the truth, it's just that some people don't like hearing the truth. Like you, you don't look like a good person!" Ye Lang said, pointing at his employer's nose.
"..." The employer's face twitched. He suppressed the urge to take action and deal with the kid in front of him.
Hmph, if it weren't for your Immune to All Poisons constitution, I would have crippled you on the spot!
But thinking about it, this kid really is a bit simple-minded, no wonder others don't let him speak. Whether he's mute or not doesn't really matter, it'll all be the same anyway.
"You really should keep quiet. Do more and talk less in the future!" The employer said to Ye Lang as he continued walking without turning his head.
"But I am a young master. I have always only needed to talk, not do anything," Ye Lang said honestly.
"Young Master?! Are you dreaming? Stop talking so much, help me carry this, be careful not to break it!" The employer took the thing he was carrying off his back and handed it to Ye Lang. This thing was really heavy, and he couldn't hold on to it.
He now regards Ye Lang as a servant. To him, a servant like Ye Lang is the best; he doesn't need to be too smart, just obedient.
In any case, he wouldn't delegate tasks that require wisdom to others. His servants would prefer someone who could do physical labor, someone who was physically strong but simple-minded.
Ye Lang may not look like much, but he is a mercenary after all, so his strength should be pretty good. That's his thought.
"Oh..." Ye Lang took the item and immediately opened it to look at it. At that moment, his eyes seemed to light up again, and then disappeared in a flash.
"Don't bother looking at this. You won't understand it in your lifetime, and you'll never understand it," the employer said.
Pshaw, it's just an alchemy device, what's so difficult about it? But I really can't see it now, it'll take some time!
Ye Lang could tell at a glance that this thing was related to alchemy. At the same time, he also knew that the employer was an alchemist, and a very skilled one at that. Ye Lang had never seen his alchemy before, so he was very curious and wanted to continue watching.