The True Silver Bullet

"My affairs aren't worth talking about. Let's go back to what we were discussing."

Not wanting to dwell on Bourbon's ugly habit of bullying minors, Tang Ze stopped while he was ahead. He found a pavilion hidden among vines and flowers, where they were less likely to be seen, and continued the conversation they had left unfinished in the banquet hall.

"So, cool guy plans to use that antidote to temporarily restore his identity and deal with the suspicions others have about him?" Vermouth removed the veiled hat from her head, revealing a completely unfamiliar female face.

Well aware that the FBI had already set their sights on her, Vermouth naturally would not casually approach Akechi Goro and bring him trouble. As usual, she had attended the banquet today under a false identity.

"More or less. For him, this is the most pressing crisis right now." Following Vermouth's line of thought, Tang Ze gave a few self-mocking laughs. "Some people use gunpowder to make fireworks, while others use gunpowder to bring war... It's as if they were born that vile."

Vermouth patted the carved armrest and laughed as well.

Being born was the original sin. That was the foundation of their cooperation. She did not need a partner who had no clear understanding of his own position.

Kumeru was like this, and that was very good.

Then, there was only one more detail to confirm...

Vermouth's smile faded as she began to ask in a low, icy voice.

"Is the antidote's effect stable?"

"On the only two test subjects we have access to, it is clearly stable."

"How long does it last?"

"Three to five days. Perhaps longer, but not by much."

"What does the medicine look like?"

"Colorless and odorless. If you smell it up close, there's the faintest