200: Chapter 109 Poison 200: Chapter 109 Poison “Madam…
Madam, please wake up~ Madam~…”
A young girl’s tearful childish voice faintly traveled from behind the door down the corridor, her panic-stricken sobs sounding both melodious and pitiful.
The guard has been killed, it seems like thieves have entered the castle!
I’m so scared~ Should I go outside to find someone, Madam!
This sudden cry and the sound of running interrupted the actions of the man on the bed, who was immediately frightened back by the rising excitement.
Beside him, a man dressed as a servant, strong and startling, immediately clutched the sharp sword he had taken from the body of a guard.
The man on the bed turned almost instantly with angry eyes toward the man by the bed.
He couldn’t believe that his accomplice had carelessly forgotten to burn incense in a maid’s room somewhere unknown?
The strong man’s brow furrowed even more unbelievably.
How could a maid appear after he had spent so long infiltrating and was certain he had drugged all the maids?
But dwelling on this now was pointless; at this critical moment, how could they allow the maid to escape the lord’s room and seek out the guards in the main castle!
He extinguished the candle in the room, allowing darkness to once again engulf the lord’s quarters, and the man silently drew his sword, tiptoeing to the door.
With one hand holding the sword and the other on the double doors’ handles,
They couldn’t risk letting the one that got away escape.
The accomplice atop Lady Adelina, also unconvinced, grabbed the noble’s dagger that was within reach and rolled off the bed.
He quickly moved in the darkness to the other side of the door, grabbing hold of the other door.
Neither man could mimic the voice of the lord’s wife, fearing they would scare off the maid in the hall and cause further complications.
They unlocked the door, gripping their weapons tightly behind it, silently listening for the girl’s footsteps which were drawing closer.
They awaited her arrival behind the door, ready to burst out and kill her.
The girl outside narrowed her eyes.
Hearing no third person moving, she continued her feeble call and raised her hand to knock on the door.
The two men inside heard the noise and immediately burst open the door, quickly circling from behind—
With the gleam of cold steel, a dagger and a sword, long and short, aimed mercilessly at the petite figure in their field of vision, they prepared to ruthlessly pierce through the pitiable little figure.
However, from within the shadow against the light, the two men failed to see the coldness in the girl’s eyes.
Olivia, facing the open door, stepped forward and with her long sword, drew a trajectory too swift for the human eye to capture and precisely swept past the ends of their weapons.
The speed was unlike any steel being wielded.
Before even feeling pain register in their brains, in an instant, the two men only saw their own fingers, along with their weapons, being sliced off from their hands.
“—Knight?!!!” A scream and a cry of horror burst from the taller man’s mouth.
Two knights who were just a step slower than the girl also simultaneously burst through the doors on both sides, charging towards the enemy.
Watching Olivia sever the fingers of the two men inside with a single face-off, Leon thought quickly and did not continue to swing down his raised sword.
He slightly lifted the sword handle, following through with the chop using the hammer-like back of the handle, and fiercely smashed it into the chin of the taller man.
The man with severed fingers hastily raised his arms to shield his face.
A chilling crack of bones resounded, and amidst the pain of his forearm being struck by the sword hilt’s counterweight, he barely managed to protect his face.
But in the next instant, Leon launched a Body Technique kick towards the vulnerable spot of the man attacking him.
A pain severe enough to make any man’s face change color assaulted his brain, and with a squelching thud as eggs hit the floor, the man who was struck in the groin crumpled to the ground, clutching his crotch and wailing in agony.
On the other side, Knight Marcello, who also attacked the slightly shorter man inside the room, likewise did not recklessly swing his sword to kill the detestable enemy before him.
The robust Knight of Valor, containing his rage, threw a punch as heavy as a sandbag, sending the guy in front of him flying backward, crashing into a pile of tables and chairs, until he slammed against the wall and bounced back to the ground.
“Lady!” Marcello didn’t bother with the frail thief any longer; he strode to the bed to check the safety of the mistress.
However, thanks to the light from the corridor outside the door…
he caught sight of Lady Adelina’s unshielded, graceful figure and, feeling flustered, the upright knight hastily averted his gaze.
With his back turned, he reached out blindly to feel for Lady Adelina’s breath and pulse.
Assured that she still showed signs of life, he finally let go of the heavy stone in his heart.
Is the lady still alive?” Leon, also inadvertently catching a glimpse of the Baroness’s condition on the bed, quickly averted his eyes out of decency and asked loudly.
“The lady is breathing normally, and there aren’t…
ahem, no visible injuries on her…
These bastards, I really want to tear them to shreds right now!”
The anger from his wife being undressed and humiliated was uncontrollable in Marcello, though he knew to restrain himself, just a little longer and the cruel torture devices in the castle’s dungeon would soon help him vent this rage.
Leon, keeping his sword blade pressed against the man in front of him who was clutching his groin and screaming, glanced past the bed he should not be looking at and suddenly noticed; there was also a young man with his clothes stripped off lying on the nearby sofa.
These two criminals have this preference too?
He raised an eyebrow and hearing Olivia’s footsteps behind him, he quickly covered the young girl’s eyes with his hand.
Olivia, who hadn’t seen the man lying sideways on the sofa and unconscious, tilted her head in confusion but trusted Leon enough not to struggle free.
“It’s nothing, just don’t look at the sofa right now; there’s filthy stuff…
might get a sty from looking at it.”
Leon inwardly sneered, being the traditionally possessive Guo Nan he was.
He was about to ask the girl by his side to find some rope to tie up these two thieves when suddenly, he heard the man in front of him who was clutching his groin and wailing in pain suddenly stop as if a shutdown button had been pressed.
Seeing the sudden cessation of struggle, like a cut-off breath, a thought crossed Leon’s mind.
Countless movies and TV series he had seen in his previous life flashed through his mind swiftly.
Immediately, while pinning the man down with his sword against his throat, he reached for the man’s jaw without lifting his head, and shouted loudly to Marcello beside the bed, “Quick, pry open the mouth of that man by the wall!
They might have hidden poison in their mouths, trying to commit suicide!!”
Marcello didn’t hesitate for an instant and immediately ran to the other thief Marcello had flung to the wall earlier.
The powerfully built knight pulled up the thief, whose body had already gone limp, and forcefully pried open his mouth, but feeling the limpness in the man’s limbs, Marcello realized, regrettably, it was too late.
Or rather, with people who hid poison in their mouths , it was likely too late from the start…