"Poisoned?" Ranmaroch clasped his arms and looked at Kia, "What did he eat to spit out blue spit?" There is no such specialty snack in Poynbrucco. ”

Ignoring Ranmaroke's inappropriate teasing, Kia cautiously reached out and gently brushed a little blue blood foam from the corner of Esso's lips with his fingertips, and sniffed it under his nose. A strong rancid smell instantly took over his perception, like a sharp blade flipped and stirred in his nasal cavity. Kia's features twisted painfully under the stench. He shook off his hand, stopped coughing vigorously.

"Do you smell anything famous?"

"I can only judge that it is a very potent toxin." Kia shook his head and stood up. The stench still seemed to linger in the deepest part of his nasal cavity, and even faintly rushed into his brain. He lowered his head and studied Eshy's face, the blood fading from both sides of the other's cheeks at a visible rate, replaced by a dead pale. But Esher was still breathing vigorously, and with every heaval in his chest, a huge amount of air came in and out. Signs of life and death coexisted in him in vague and chaotic forms. "Let's carry him into the tent first, and wait for the medical scholars of the Royal Academy to make further judgments." Kea sighed, poison was one of the few gaps in his knowledge, and the director of Marions' Grand Library had always forbade him from touching this "inferior method that only pagans would use".

Without saying a word, Ranmarok picked up Eshu and walked to the nearest tent. Kia stood still, his mind running wildly: When did Esher get poisoned? Is it at Wang Li College? Who will poison him?

It won't be ...... Luciana, right? The terrifying thought surged abruptly into Kia's mind, and his mind could not be restrained in pursuing it in this direction. It seemed like a reasonable judgment, since Luciana was the only one who had been in contact with him before Esher returned to the camp; But it doesn't make sense, because Eshy had told Kia that Luciana had saved his life in the Mendelssohn Mountains - still if she recognized him. Luciana had no need or motive to poison Estheu.

Could that be someone else from the Royal Academy? Essho inadvertently became the subject of an experiment for which poison master? Kea quickly dismissed the absurdity. He realized that his mind was now fluctuating restlessly and restlessly, and panic was spreading like wildfire in his heart. All kinds of negative emotions forced him to face up to the question: If Eshua died, what would he do? When he flew out to become a hostage covering Eschu in the royal city of Salion, the iron cord of fate had firmly bound the two together. Kia abandoned his title, his fiefdom, and even his family, and did his best to play the role of a staff member, working with Esher to develop a grand blueprint for the subversion of Livingston. They crossed thousands of miles of snow, ready to make a name for themselves in Poynbru. But at this moment, the flame of Eixiu's life suddenly showed a tendency to fade!

"Excuse me." Someone tapped Kia on the shoulder behind him, "What about my patient?" ”

Kia turned around, and a slender yellow beak nearly pecked at his nose. He "pedaled" back two steps before he could see that the bird's beak was on top of a silver mask. The eyeholes of the mask were inlaid with two polished glass lenses, and a pair of taupe eyes were looking at Kia modestly behind the lenses.

"Excuse me," the silver mask repeated, "the commander of the Ranmarok garrison told me there was a patient here. He raised his hand and rolled up his sleeve, revealing the academic ring on his wrist: "In Lower North Dams, a medical scholar at the Royal Academy." ”

"Oh, please come with me." Kia came back to his senses and led the other towards the tent. He couldn't help but glance at the strangely shaped mask. Dams noticed Kia's gaze and pointed to his mask: "It is used to filter the air, but it also has a certain isolation effect, and sometimes it comes into contact with patients with the plague." ”

"I see." Kia nodded knowingly, "Do you need me to explain the patient's current condition?" ”

"I can't ask for it." Damus blinked in delight.

"Judging from the current situation, it is very likely that he has been hit by some kind of quite strong toxin, and the specific symptoms are coma, and blue blood foam is flowing from the corner of his mouth."

Dammus's footsteps paused: "Blue? ”

"Yes." Kea observed the other party's reaction, "How much do you know about poisonology?" ”

"Last year, I just got a poison stone bead." "But I'm going to say it first, since it's a potent toxin, you have to be mentally prepared for it—who is the patient?" ”

Kia stopped in front of the tent and was silent for a long time: "My friend. ”

Dams patted him sympathetically on the shoulder, lifted the curtain and stepped inside. He saw a young man lying on a simple wooden bed, breathing steadily, like a tidal wave that rises and falls regularly, and his face glows a pale blue with each breath, and then quickly disappears. A strange blue blood stain on the corner of his mouth was extremely dazzling. Several people gathered around the young man, and there was a more or less confused look on their faces. Ranmaroke sat in the corner of the tent and nodded when he saw him come in. Dams nodded in return, and he walked over to the man, half-crouched down, his fingers lightly running over the corners of his mouth, his fingertips a little blue. He lifted the mask slightly, put his fingers in his mouth and sucked gently.

"Sure enough, it's 'Blue Star'." Damus spat on the ground with a bluish spit, and looked around to find the stunned eyes of the crowd focused on him. Ranmaroke even bounced up from the ground: "What are you doing?" ”

"Don't worry, the toxin has been diluted by his blood, and the poison will not kill people." Dams helped his mask, "Those who study poison will not be so resistant to poisons." ”

"Can you solve it?" Salaman asked.

Dammus shook his head, "If he had ingested a diet laced with 'Blue Star', I could have thought of a way; but—" He pulled out a slender silver needle and stabbed it into Estheau's arm, twisting it slowly, a lock of blue pouring into the hollowed-out needle in the middle. Damus sighed softly and pulled out the silver needle: "It's a miracle that the toxin entered the bloodstream through the wound and is still alive." ”

"Does it make a difference?" Salamane stepped forward impatiently, "Isn't the boss still alive?" ”

"Salaman, there's a difference." Kia stopped Salaman, "If you ingest the 'Blue Star' through the diet, you only need to prepare the antidote, it takes a certain amount of time for the toxicity to attack through the digestive system, and the toxin is limited to spreading in the digestive system, and the oral antidote can be completely eliminated, but if it is cut by a sharp weapon coated with the 'Blue Star'......" Kia was silent for a while, and said with difficulty:

"See blood seal your throat."

"Exactly." Dams glanced at Kia in surprise, "Even if you take the antidote immediately, it won't help, the outbreak of toxicity is much faster than the speed at which the antidote takes effect, the last second you just put the antidote in your mouth, and the next second your blood is already dyed blue with the toxin." ”

"Then why is he still breathing?" Kia clenched his fists.

"I'm curious, too," Damus rubbed his hands a little embarrassed, "so I beg you to let me take him back and study it." ”

"Excuse me......," someone said faintly, his voice rising from the ground like a wisp of green smoke, "I won't be dead for a while." ”