At 8:59 a.m., the dinner was about to begin.

Draenor stood at the door of the hall leading to the cellar, sitting on a bench with an empty plate in one hand and pretending to be waiting for the food, in fact keeping an eye on the passing guests, as well as the scheming Minister Dmitry.

It's been five minutes since Jeanne used the Hunt's Breath to sneak into the cellar, and it doesn't look like she's used to it. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't confirmed the order in which the glasses were placed, and he hadn't even seen what the prepared glasses looked like.

Just as he hesitated to enter the cellar again, Jeanne's shadow appeared beside him at some point, "Everything is ready, Mr. Delaenor." ”

In order to avoid attracting the attention of those around her, she deliberately walked past Draenor as if talking to herself. Draenor smiled and followed the other man's footsteps to a table full of pastries.

"Tell me how it works." Draenor pulled out a chair and motioned for Jeanne to take a seat, crouching down to pretend to wipe her shiny leather boots.

"There were five glasses, which they had marked on the tray and poured in the wine, and it was not difficult to see that they were for the King, the Chancellor, Seth, Castleler, and you, and I replaced the Chancellor's with yours...... But are you sure there's nothing wrong with that? Jeanne took the meal into her mouth and whispered to Draenor as she pretended to chew.

In fact, he didn't count it in his own heart, doing so was undoubtedly asking for his own suffering, even if the White Refining Fire could resist the spread of the toxin, it was almost impossible for him to retreat in such a situation. But recalling his previous encounter in Vlactu, his arm was supposed to be torn off by the ghoul Duane, but due to the effect of bestiality, his body did not leave any scars.

"While I can't guarantee that they won't be affected, if anyone at the banquet dies of poisoning, the finger will eventually be pointed at us. In contrast, I'd rather believe what Vicilico says – give it a go...... I'm going to pick her up. Draenor said, getting up and walking towards the stairs.

What makes him afraid is not that someone dies in front of him, for him who has been fighting on the battlefield all year round, this situation has become commonplace, not to mention that he actually doesn't mind watching these livestock die with his own eyes, but his current position is very unfavorable, and if there is an abnormality on either side of the royal family and the Butley family, the only one who will be punished in the end is his own group.

"Done?" Vikili sensed Draenor's approach, and held out her hand to help her up.

"You're really leisurely, aren't you afraid that I'll be poisoned?" Draenor said, holding Vicilico by his hand.

"Heh, the fire of white refining is not as simple as you think, I have seen people like you who are entangled by the curse before, jumping into the river, hanging, drinking poison, but how can you completely end your life, and finally turn into a beast on the night of the full moon."

Why didn't you say this kind of thing earlier? Draenor didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a while, even if he gained a strong vitality, he had to go to the tragedy of becoming a beast little by little. It's no wonder that no matter what kind of trauma he suffered before, he was not threatened in the slightest, and it seems that as the curse deepens, his body gradually loses its human characteristics and becomes like a living dead.

As the two of them descended the stairs back to the hall, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and all eyes were on the towers of cups stacked high, and the boy standing on the ladder leaned down with a barrel, and the cloudy rum fell like a waterfall, filling each glass.

Soon after, a dining cart was pushed into the hall from the doorway, and on top of it were five wine glasses that had been prepared in advance. The king got up, looked over to Draenor with his glass, and then said in a majestic voice:

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! This banquet is to celebrate two things, one is that the guest from Canaan has cured me of an illness that has plagued me for many years, thank you, Mr. Chad! ”

Before Draenor could react, the crowd looked in the direction the Elder King was heading in this direction. The applause poured in like a wave, and Draenor knew that this time it was his turn to play, and although he was extremely disgusted by the grand scene, he still walked to the side of the chief king with the applause.

"I believe there is no one better suited to taste the first glass of wine than you."

King Will smiled and handed the glass to Draenor, who had to force a smile to take the rum that might have made him unconscious.

And then there's the second thing. It is known that in the past few years, the Snowway Kingdom and the Butary family have had an unhappy past. But times have changed, and we are both aware of the threat of war, and Mr. Seth and Mr. Castleler are more than willing to join us in defending against the enemy in the south, believing that all this will soon be over. Let's raise our glasses! Long live peace! ”

The guests took the wine from the tray brought by the servant, held it high in the air, and shouted with the elder king:

"Long live peace!"

"Long live peace!!

"Long live peace...... "Draenor smiled and took his glass, holding his breath as he drank his drink.

The lava-like hot wine spread down his throat, stinging, burning, and nauseating, and these words were far from enough to describe how he felt at this moment, and he could almost feel the wine sliding down his mouth and into his stomach. His body temperature rose instantly, and the dizziness caused by the numbing of the brain by the alcohol lasted for a few seconds, and he had to open his mouth to gasp for breath in order to relieve the torture of the alcohol a little.

But no matter how painful the feeling was, he could tell that it was just the taste of spirits. After a few steps and a few steady, Draenor knew it wasn't poison.

If Seth did make some kind of pact with the royal family, they would have been willing to see Castleler die on the spot due to an acute attack of poison. This is by no means a chronic poison, but since it can kill people, even if it is protected by the White Refining Fire, it will definitely produce some adverse reactions.

Just as Draenor waited for the poison to strike, there was a sudden loud coughing and panting in his ears, and Minister Dmitry suddenly covered his mouth and trembled, and he grabbed the piano on one of his feet, smashing his arm into the keys with a harsh dissonance, and then collapsed to the ground like a burned candle.

The air froze for a moment, and for a moment everyone was in a mess, screaming and joising, and in a panic they dropped their glasses and fled towards the garden. I saw that the guards set up their long knives and blocked all the doors of the entire hall in less than five seconds.

"What's going on! Why are you stunned? Take a look at the minister's situation! The guards beside the dynasty shouted, their voices trembling uncontrollably.

The guard hurriedly squatted down, took off his armor and pressed his index finger against the minister's mouth and nose, but black blood was already gushing out of the nasal cavity. Draenor could see very clearly, less than three meters away from him, the minister's pupils almost filled the entire eyeball.

"What are you doing in a daze? What about the miracle doctor? Call that Canaanite Miracle Doctor! The panic had turned to anger, and King Will shook off his glass and shouted at the guards.

After a moment's pause, the armor-clad guard withdrew his arm, turned slowly, and fell to his knees in front of the king with his hammer head on the ground.

"Back to Your Majesty, Minister Dmitry he ...... It's dead! ”