The gas lamp in the prison dimmed before stabilizing. Su Xiao, who had been meditating cross-legged, opened his eyes. The crystal wall ahead was slowly rising, and a guard pushed a food cart inside. Although he was currently imprisoned, he was still, after all, a beast lord.
Before long, several dishes with distinct beastfolk characteristics were placed on the cart. Beastfolk cuisine naturally meant large chunks of juicy meat, along with a huge goblet as thick as a bowl, filled with malt liquor. The warm yellow liquid looked like beer, but was actually a sweet yet potent liquor.
After slightly bowing to Su Xiao, the guard who had delivered lunch retreated outside the cell. Only when the crystal wall, several dozen centimeters thick, descended again did the beastfolk guards outside relax somewhat.
Su Xiao sampled a mediocre-looking piece of meat. Its taste was unexpectedly good. He took a sip of the malt liquor, which was likewise excellent—except that it had been laced with a colorless, tasteless deadly poison. Others might not have noticed, but it slightly affected the flavor for Su Xiao.
He tried another bite of the stew and savored it carefully. Mm, the food was poisoned too. Clearly, they intended to put this identity of his—in other words, Lord Gewen—to death.
Su Xiao casually tossed the utensils onto the tray and picked up the mouthwash. The moment he took a sip, he discovered that it had been poisoned as well. His brows furrowed slightly. After picking up the cup of water from the small cabinet beside the bed and rinsing his mouth, the strange taste of the deadly poison finally disappeared. The person who had concocted this poison was highly skilled at making toxins, but a typical third-rate amateur when it came to concealing their flavor.
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