A single fruit was harmless, but if two were eaten together, the substances inside the wild fruits would undergo a chemical reaction and produce something harmful to the human body.
"It's not poison. It just makes people fall asleep, really, I swear to God," Druin hurriedly explained.
Druin looked at Daniel. "I'm so sorry. I need money. My daughter needs money for treatment. Forgive me!"
Even if the wild fruits really only caused sleep, this was a primeval jungle full of carnivorous beasts. What were the odds of waking up alive?
Geralt laughed.
With his physique, even if he really ate both wild fruits, nothing would happen to him.
Having truly experienced an ungrateful wretch for once, Geralt was filled with emotion.
No need to thank a great kindness?
Needing money to treat a daughter meant it was acceptable to kill one's benefactor?
The two wild fruits met in the man's stomach and began taking effect. He swayed twice before collapsing to the ground.
Geralt picked up a sharp branch and threw it like a dart.
Splat!
The branch pierced the man's thigh.
Blood immediately welled up.
There was no sign of him waking up at all.
Sleep?
He was unconscious!
Geralt pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The bullet shattered Druin's kneecap.
Blood gushed out.
Unless he received unconventional treatment, Druin would spend the rest of his life walking with a limp.
"Alright, I forgive you." Geralt pointed at the unconscious man. "Take him and get out of here. You have one minute."
The Demon Hunter Gun was chambered again.
What Geralt would do if they had not left after one minute went without saying.
And his expression told everyone that this was no joke.
Howling in agony, Druin endured the excruciating pain and left with his uninjured companion, dragging the