Curse Poison Goodnight

When Iver saw that Minister Drost was visibly shaken, he realized he had succeeded.

What do I want?

Iver chuckled mockingly, "If I said I didn't want anything... would you be scared, Charles?"

Upon hearing this, Minister Drost broke out in a cold sweat.

If "Iver" doesn't want anything...

Doesn't that mean he doesn't intend to help me?

As Minister of Trade, Drost knew this all too well—it wasn't the asking that bothered him, but the rejection. Where there's a need, there's a solution. Just as "anything goes" is the hardest dish to cook, saying nothing at all is the hardest thing to please.

After smiling at him for a while, Iver finally relented. "How about this then..."

When Drost saw "Iver's" smile soften, as if he really were just Iver Moriarty, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"Answer a few questions first, and then I'll decide whether or not I need to help you."

Iver said slowly, "If you dare to lie to me... ha."

"Do you know? A human soul can be preserved inside a gem. Although you are ugly and lowly, not worth me wasting a gem on... but as long as your soul is filled in, if one day I suddenly remember being deceived by some fat man, I can still wake you up from the gem and torture you like a living person."

He raised his right hand and rested his chin on it, chuckling as he discussed how to turn people into jewelry.

Drost's pupils unconsciously glanced towards the Truth Fire.

That's still the truth.

"What are you looking at?"

Iver said slowly, "I felt something was off earlier... why did your eyes keep drifting towards it?"

As he spoke, he pulled the light closer to himself.

Drost immediately broke out in a cold sweat, his hands and feet turning ice-cold.

As a child, Drost accidentally broke his father's favorite antique vase. Too ashamed to admit it, he carefully glued the pieces back together, restoring them to their original place.

That way, Father won't find out. Even if he does, he can't be sure it was me... and with so many kids in the house, who knows, someone else might knock it over. Then it won't be my fault anyway.

Seven-year-old Charles was thinking this at the time.

But he had only just finished and was carefully putting the vase back in its place when his father burst into the study.

Contrary to Charles's expectations, he immediately recognized that there was something wrong with the vase. He walked straight towards Charles and the vase—the moment he picked up the vase and it shattered, Charles's hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably.

—At this moment, Drost felt as if he had returned to that day.

It was filled with fear, as if the sky had fallen.

"Heh, the Truth Fire."

As expected, "Iver" easily saw through it.

In those slightly narrowed eyes, a merciless, icy killing intent flashed, along with a contemptuous disdain as if looking down upon an ant. That killing intent was so intense and real, as if he truly intended to kill him... or rather, as if he had already killed him! Minister Drost felt a sense of panic. In that instant, he seemed to see his own miserable death reflected in Iver's pupils.

It felt as if his entire body was being pierced repeatedly by a thousand cold steel needles—a phantom pain emanated from every part of his body that almost made him scream.

When Minister Drost subconsciously touched his neck and felt his heartbeat and body temperature still present, he relaxed slightly. The strange phantom pain finally dissipated.

"Snort."

Seeing Drost slumped in his seat, still shaken, Iver let out a soft snort.

But Drost didn't know that Iver was actually a little confused at that moment—what was wrong with him? Fourth Level superhuman shouldn't be so easily frightened, right? Looking at Drost's suddenly wide and empty eyes, and his body convulsing violently as if in an epileptic seizure, Iver was even a little worried about his heart condition.

I haven't asked him anything yet, I don't want to scare him to death... that would be too easy on him.

Thankfully... Just as Iver was agonizing over whether or not he should save Drost if he had a heart attack, Drost recovered on his own.

Iver didn't dare to put any more pressure on him.

He then snorted coldly and got straight to the point, "That's fine, since the Truth Fire is here..."

As he spoke, he turned the candlestick upside down and pointed it at Minister Drost.

"Then stop lying and tell me."

Iver said leisurely, "I'll speak, you answer. Answer within five seconds, no thinking allowed."

"... Yes, sir! I will answer all your questions!"

Drost even looked at Iver with a hint of gratitude. Because the moment Iver spoke, the illusion that his whole body felt as if it had been pierced by something cold, slippery, sharp and hard completely vanished.

Who was the person you contacted last time?

"It's 'Blood Diamond,' a witch. She's my regular contact."

How do you contact her?

"I have a vial of her blood through the ' Rust Blood Ritual '."

Where did you hide it?

"In the locker of the second storage room on the third floor from the top of the Lloyd's's headquarters building."

"Where did that bottle of wine come from?"

"That really is the Holy Tree Number One. I bought it from the goblins at a high price."

"Where's the poison?"

"That's the Curse Poison [Goodnight], given to me by Miss Blood Diamond."

Do you know what 'goodnight' means?

"The poison personally concocted by this generation's Dark Minister is only effective against the Queen."

Do you know how His Majesty views you?

"Which emperor? I don't know."

Valentine VII —have you met him?

"No, but we did talk."

Have you ever seen a red elephant?

No. There's no opportunity.

Have you ever met Countess Emma?

"No, I've only heard of it."

They asked and answered questions quickly and fluently. This was the most efficient conversation Iver had had since he came in.

The Truth Fire that Drost himself set out has now become the instrument through which Drost tortures himself.

Soon, Iver obtained enough useful intelligence.

"Blood Diamond"... Iver knew her; she'd been there before. And the clothes she dropped were pretty risqué—it was a tentacle suit! A must-do, absolutely a must-do.

... But if Iver remembers correctly, she shouldn't be on the King Stibium's side. Because that was originally the Red Prime Minister's, and she was one of the Red Prime Minister's many "daughters" and "lovers."

This suggests she might have been a spy sent by the Prime Minister to the royal family. Alternatively, she might have later defected to the Prime Minister's side.

Iver knows the "Rust Blood Ritual." This is a curse that inflicts sepsis by cursing the blood; it is one of the weakest curses.

"Blood Diamond" definitely knows Drost is dead. But Iver is using the Rust Blood Ritual for the first time, he might be able to summon her... After all, so much time has passed; who knows, maybe one of Drost's heirs has discovered her contact information?

Even if it's risky, and even if she knows it might be a trap, she still has to come.

Given Star Antimony's current predicament, it's impossible for it to let go of an opportunity to break the deadlock. As long as Valentine VII thinks this way, her own thoughts are irrelevant.

However, Minister Drost's understanding of "goodnight" is not quite right.

The Curse Poison Curse Poison "Goodnight" was not developed by the current generation of the Dark Councilman... but by the First Black Prime Minister Curse Poison became a ghost and gained immortality.

Although the First Red Prime Minister and Black Councillors are still alive, the positions are passed down through generations. Each generation of Black Councillor is the Vice-Headmaster of the Spirit Tower, and each generation of Red Councillor is the "child" of the First Red Prime Minister.

The First Black Prime Minister's path was one of adaptation to twilight, and Curse Poison is a technique belonging to this Path of Adaptation. "Goodnight" also possesses extremely strong Twilight Power.

This generation of Black Xiang has no adaptability to the Path of Adaptation, so how could he possibly develop Curse Poison?

The potency of "Goodnight" is related to its alcohol concentration. It is actually Curse Poison specifically developed for the funeral of the dead. "Goodnight," which is almost pure alcohol, can make powerful undead drunk and put them to sleep... and this Curse Poison is a magical potion that must be "voluntarily ingested" to take effect.

However, if the alcohol concentration is lowered when taken with the Curse Poison, it becomes a potion that kills based on the remaining lifespan of the living. Its effect is equivalent to the necromancy spell "Death Slumber" of the Path of Twilight —sending the soul of an enemy who has suffered a fatal wound or is extremely old directly into the Amber Forest, becoming one of the ambers solidified by the Pillar God Amber.

In the game, it's Fifth Level spell that instantly kills enemies with less than 1% health. It's basically useless, except when fighting bosses where you might occasionally steal that 1% of their health... otherwise, it's used as a story-related spell. It's specifically designed to deal with enemies that have a 1% health lock mechanic.

The alcohol concentration of Holy Tree Number One is approximately 17%. It can kill elderly people with less than seventeen months of remaining lifespan, as well as those whose lifespan has been extended by more than seventeen months through life-extending spells.

Therefore, even if all four of them drank the wine, only the Queen would die from it.

Iver then realized... it wasn't that Drost had some special poisoning technique that Iver didn't understand, but that he really had put poison in the whole bottle of wine.

He was lucky; he still had plenty of time left in his life. That's why the poison only affected Queen Sophia ...

But if Drost's remaining lifespan is short, this glass of wine will take it all away.

"Hehe..."

Iver smiled maliciously.

His laughter made Drost uneasy.

But before Drost could ask, Iver took the initiative to reveal the secret of "Goodnight".

Iver was within the radiation range of the Truth Fire, so Drost immediately realized that Iver was telling the truth.

Drost's expression immediately turned very ugly.

Did the Stibnite Person want to kill me from this early time? — His lifespan was already nearing its end before he suddenly attained enlightenment and embarked on the Path of Twilight!