Working Prophet.

Chapter 547 Blood Banquet

Even though the chief guard of the imperial forest promised, the three of them still insisted that they didn't know about the poison at all.

So Du Lun's face also sank, he took out a small bottle from his arms, and pulled out the cork on it.

"This is the poisoned wine left in His Majesty's wine glass. The three of you don't want to run away. Drink it one by one. If you don't know what the poison is, you can only wait to die."

Hearing this sentence, the three of them panicked completely, and even started to bite other people.

Du Lun ignored them, and just watched their quarrel with cold eyes, and then made a move, intending to pour out the poisonous wine in the small bottle.

In the end, the businessman named Tahrir couldn't bear it anymore, and confessed to Du Lun that a guest had asked him about the poison three days ago, saying that the weaker the taste and the stronger the poison, the better.

In addition, it must be guaranteed that as long as the person drinks it, he will die.

Tahrir was the least courageous of the three. He had a premonition that the person might use the poison to do something amazing. Worried that he would be involved in the incident, he lied that he had no stock on hand.

Seeing that Tahrir had spoken, another businessman finally confessed that he had also met that guest, but he really did not have that kind of poison.

After hearing this, Du Lun turned his attention to the third person, the businessman nicknamed Fat Cat.

The latter's complexion became very ugly at this time.

Du Lun didn't say anything, just pushed the bottle containing the poisoned wine in front of him.

Fat Cat was scared out of his wits, and said with a mournful face, "Can you really guarantee that the defense team won't arrest me?"

Du Lun nodded, "I can swear to you on the honor of the Hightower family."

"The Hightower family?" Fat Cat couldn't help but tremble again when he heard the name, "You, are you the head of the Imperial Guard...Master Du Lun?"

"It's none of your business." Little Finger snapped, "Tell me everything you know, including where this poison came from and who bought it from you."

Fat Cat's expression changed, and finally he seemed to have made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and said, "The reputation of the Hightower family has always been very good. I heard that Lord Du Lun is also a very upright person. Since you asked me, then I Let's be honest with you too.

"The poison was bought from a small sect called the Blood Moon Society. It is said that they split from the original Silver Moon Church. Herodotus, the current leader of the Blood Moon Society, was once the high priest of the Silver Moon Church.

"But now it seems that he is wanted by the nobles in the western region. In short, that blood moon is very good at making poisons. He made a kind of poison. He poisoned hundreds of nobles at one time in the city of multi-scale. There are several priests in the Moon Church.

"They call that thing a blood feast. They may be short of money recently, so they sent some blood feasts to the Lion Heart Castle for sale, but to be honest, the sales are not very good, because the symptoms after poisoning are too obvious. Meet the requirements of most buyers.

"But someone came to me two days ago, told me his request, and offered a high price of two thousand golden lions. I know I shouldn't do this kind of thing, but it's really a lot of money. A lot of money.

"I didn't resist the temptation and sold the blood banquet to him, but I swear that if I knew that bastard was trying to use this poison against our great and honorable emperor, no matter how much he paid, I would not sell it Yes!" Fat Cat emphasized.

Du Lun didn't say anything, but the veins in the hand holding the sword bulged out. Fat Cat was terrified when he saw it, for fear that the person in front of him would suddenly draw his sword and chop him.

Fortunately, the head of the imperial guard was a very trustworthy person, even though he hated the fat cat to the extreme, he didn't draw his sword after all, but just asked.

"Who is the buyer? Do you know what he looks like?"

"How could a person who would do this kind of thing expose his appearance easily? He was wearing a gray cloak, covering his body and head, and covering his face, just like other people who came to me for a deal. same as people."

"Please be sure to recall some more things about that person, it's very important." Du Lun paused word by word.

Fat Cat's calves were trembling, and he thought hard for a while, "By the way, that's a nobleman, the person who came to see me must be a nobleman, and I'm not just saying that because he's very rich.

"Also because I can't see his face, but I can see his hands. His skin is whiter than ordinary people. Only nobles can have that skin color, because they don't have to work under the scorching sun. Running around."

"Any more?"

"And..." Fat Cat hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the other two businessmen.

Du Lun understood what he meant, and said to the two people, "Okay, there is no business for you here, you can go, remember what happened today and don't talk nonsense."

"We know we know." The two thanked Du Lun as if they were pardoned, and left the pickled fish shop in a hurry.

Fat Cat looked at Little Finger again, but this time Duran shook his head, "He is from the garrison, he is my helper, and I also need a witness, so that your testimony will be more credible."

"Okay." Fat Cat finally gave in. "That person may be from the Wendell family..."

Hearing the name, Du Lun's eyes moved slightly, he suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Fat Cat by the collar and said sharply, "You're lying!"

"I didn't, I really didn't, I can swear that everything I told you is true!" Fat Cat looked like he was about to cry from fright.

"You just said that people who do this kind of thing are usually very careful not to be recognized by others. Why do you insist that the person is from the Wendell family?"

"I didn't... I just said it was possible." Fat Cat said tremblingly, "In fact, he did disguise well, and he didn't wear anything that would reveal his identity. But...

"But when I paid, I saw calluses on the thumb and index finger of his left hand. As you know, there are not many swordsmen who are used to using swords with their left hands in the capital, not to mention the calluses on his right hand.

"You can use swords with both hands. The first thing I thought of was the people of the Wendell family, because it seems that only they can practice this way. In addition, I heard that the disciple of Earl Clyde added..."

"Okay." The head of the imperial guard interrupted Fat Cat unceremoniously, then said after a pause, "You're right, the Wendell family is indeed suspected.

"Did that person say anything when he bought the blood feast with you?"

"No, he just asked how to use it, and the usual questions about how to cover up the smell and taste. I told him, and he paid me and left with the poison."

Fat Cat wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and said, "I have already told you everything I know."

(End of this chapter)