"It should be that he is too good, you are worried that you will not be able to control it." Du Di'an's face was indifferent, but there was a deep meaning in his words, "Sharp weapons are a good thing, if you are worried that you can't control it and try to destroy it, so as not to be used by others, it is sad and incompetent, what do you think?" ”

"What you're saying is, I can't imagine that you know more than me at such a young age." Richelieu smiled modestly and took the opportunity to compliment Dudian, anyway, praise is not for money, but will bring benefits to himself, whether the object is a friend or an enemy.

Seeing his attitude so modest and restrained, Du Dian raised his eyebrows slightly, took out a small iron bottle from his pocket, and said: "This is a sleeping medicine, I want to go out, you take the medicine and rest here, wait for me to come back." ”

Richelieu glanced at the small black iron bottle in his hand, and said with a reluctant smile: "I am completely loyal to you, and I will never betray you, not to mention that we are already in the same boat, if I betray you, it is equivalent to a dead end, and it is impossible for me to return to the convent, if you are really not at ease, you can send someone to monitor me." ”

"No one here is stronger than you." Du Dian said indifferently: "Your words are true, if you are really a smart person, you really shouldn't betray me, because then you will die!" But I can't put my net worth on someone who doesn't know if he's really smart or stupid, can you understand that? ”

Richelieu said with a wry smile: "Okay, I'll eat." He took the small iron bottle and unscrewed it, and poured out two black pills from it, the pills emitted a strange fragrance, he glanced at it, raised his head and threw it into his mouth.

"It's not enough." Du Dian said: "Although this is made by the Great Potions Master, just one can make a high-level hunter unconscious, but your physique is much higher, this bottle, you don't have to be polite." ”

The corners of Richelieu's mouth twitched slightly, and when he saw Dudian's unquestioning gaze, he knew that it was useless to say more, so he poured the whole bottle into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it slowly, and at the same time hid some behind the sockets in his mouth, hoping that the part he swallowed would not let him fall asleep.

Soon, a drowsy feeling slowly set in, Richelieu sighed in his heart, pretended to be extremely sleepy, turned and walked to the sofa, leaned over, fell on the sofa, and soon there was a slight snoring.

"It's so fast." Nicotine next to him exclaimed.

Dudian glanced at Richelieu's feet and said indifferently: "Pretend to be asleep, go, and fetch the things in my basement." ”

"Pretending to be asleep?" Nicotine was slightly stunned, noticed the place where Dudian had glanced, turned his head to look, and quickly came to his senses, only to see Richelieu's body lying on the sofa very upright, although he was sleeping quickly, but the posture of the fall was not partial, and the soles of his feet were very close to the sofa, so he almost took off his shoes - how could a person who was so sleepy that he fell down directly have the heart to think about the sleeping position of the falling?

Thinking of this, when he saw Richelieu still pretending to be asleep on the sofa, his face showed a hint of strangeness, he didn't expect that the dignified Pope would have such a messy time.

At the same time, some admired Du Dian, if it were him, he would never see at a glance that the Pope was pretending to be asleep, and he didn't even think that such a legendary figure with such a halo would actually disguise.

"Why are you still stunned?" Dudian frowned.

Nicotine hurriedly said, "Yes." He hurried to the basement and quickly turned back, a few syringes in his hands.

Du Dian grabbed one casually, and inside was a light green liquid, which was also a liquid body after the decomposition of mulberry leaves. This liquid body is different from the hay body made into "cigarettes", first of all, it has a quick effect, and it is directly injected into the blood, unless it is some people who can control the blood in the body, it is difficult to get rid of the mulberry leaf component in the blood, and it is impossible to get rid of this need.

Cigarettes made of hay need to be inhaled in a certain amount to accumulate a certain amount of ingredients in the blood, so as to be addictive and slow to work, but the advantage is that it is quick and easy to make, and the residue of the liquid body can be disposed of without waste.

For people who are already addicted, hay-based cigarettes are more effective, like the primer of a bomb, which can directly detonate the strong craving in their blood.

Dudian stepped forward and lifted one of Richelieu's arms, squeezed it with his hand, and soon saw the prominent veins, he aimed at the veins and injected them, and said, "Whether you are pretending to be asleep or not depends on your performance." ”

Richelieu was shocked when he heard Du Dian say "pretend to be asleep", and at this moment, he peeked at what Du Dian injected himself, and his heart was even colder, he didn't expect this kid to be so hateful and willful!

Soon, the unbearable but somewhat pleasured itch slowly crawled out of the body, this time even stronger than the last time, spreading from the internal organs to the whole body, as if all parts were gnawed by countless insects, unbearable.

He tried his best to endure it, but his body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and he knew that he couldn't hide it anymore, so he simply sat up, scratching his arms and neck with both hands, and pleaded with Dudian: "I was wrong, please, give me the antidote, I know it's wrong." ”

"You're really not smart." Dudian shook his head slightly.

Richelieu could not care about Dudian's taunts, only to feel that his whole body was itchy and devouring his heart, and he wanted to peel off his own skin, his eyes were red, he grabbed Dudian's arm, and begged: "Please, give me the antidote, please!" ”

"If you're willing to kneel down and show total surrender, I can consider it." Du Dian said indifferently.

Hearing Dudian's words, the nicotine next to him was so frightened that his eyelids jumped and asked the Pope to kneel?!

Richelieu froze, looked up at Dudian in disbelief, but saw that the young man's expression seemed to be eternal ice, indifferent, he was angry in his heart, let go of Dudian's hand, bowed his head in a muffled voice, and clenched his teeth.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Richelieu only felt that the itch on his body was getting stronger and stronger, on the contrary, the previous intense humiliation and anger became weaker and weaker, and slowly subsided, until finally his mind was full of only itchy thoughts, he couldn't help but reach out and scratch his whole body again, and his nails quickly scratched the skin, but he didn't feel pain, but felt a pleasant feeling, he gritted his teeth and kept scratching.

Soon, he felt that his fingers were wet and sticky, hot, and when he looked down, he was suddenly startled, only to see that his arms were full of blood, and some places had been scratched extremely deeply, and the flesh was blurred, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

"If this continues, I'll kill myself alive." Such a thought came to his heart, and he immediately stopped, but the itch in his whole body was even stronger, as if his whole heart was being eaten by insects, and the itch was unbearable, and he couldn't help but shrink into a ball, as if this could alleviate the feeling.

"I'll give you three more minutes to think about it." Dudian's voice rang out.

Richelieu was lying on the bright red carpet beside the sofa, and when he heard the sound, he looked up and struggled to see Dudian standing a few meters away, holding a cigarette rolled in expensive snow paper, the end of which had been lit and was gently inhaled, and the ethereal smoke was inhaled from his mouth and exhaled again, making it look a little blurry.

The cigarette that Du Dian smoked was not made by Sang Lingye, but a cigarette that he made alone that was really similar to the old era, which was less harmful and less addictive, and it was easy to quit.

Seeing Dudian sucking a cigarette, Richelieu instantly felt like there were countless insects crawling in his throat, the itching was unbearable, he couldn't help but want to scratch his throat, but thinking of the shocking blood marks on his arm, he still held back, pounded the ground hard, and roared in a low voice, at this moment he didn't think about why Dudian was not poisoned, but he would suck the "antidote".

"Last minute." Dudian took out a mulberry leaf cigarette from his pocket, which was already rolled on the straw paper, and he walked up to Richelieu, and as soon as his fingers loosened, the cigarette fell to the ground.

Richelieu saw the falling cigarette, his eyes straightened instantly, and he hurriedly reached out to pick it up.

Before the palm of his hand could touch, the toe of a leather shoe stepped on, stepped on the cigarette, twisted slightly, flattened the cigarette, and then slowly moved away.

Richelieu watched this scene in amazement, and suddenly felt an uncontrollable anger and humiliation welling up in his chest, and he jerked his head up, and glared at Dudian with red eyes, but he still saw the cold and cold face.

He gritted his teeth, even bared his teeth, and wanted to punch and smash this face, but he knew that he was afraid that he would be defeated before he could hit him.

Time passed slowly in a stalemate, humiliation and anger slowly diminished again, hunger and thirst and desire turned into the voice of the devil, repeatedly hypnotizing himself in his mind, and he could be freed with just one breath.

No one saw it here, and he didn't lose face......

What's more, he has already lost to him, and he has no face to save......

His boots were clean and not dirty......

He slowly stretched out his hand, trembling, picked up the flattened cigarette, covered it in his palm, and couldn't help but have a trace of moisture in his eyes, and at the same time sprouted a strong hatred and killing intent, but he lowered his head, not daring to let Du Dian notice.

With a click, a box of matches was dropped in front of him.

Dudian turned back to Helissa at the door and said to Nicotine, "Go to the basement and get another bottle of sleeping medicine." ”

"Yes." Nicotine hurriedly agreed, and after speaking, he secretly glanced at the Pope, who was already kneeling on the ground unconsciously, with a bit of complexity and fear in his eyes.

Richelieu couldn't wait to light the cigarette, put it in his mouth and took a big gulp, and instantly felt like he had risen from hell to heaven, the unbearable itch and the insane emptiness disappeared in an instant, only the feeling of feeling like falling into the clouds, without a trace of pain, as if the soul had broken away from the body and soared in the sky.

Du Dian looked at Richelieu's intoxicated appearance, there was a touch in his eyes, he knew that the liquid state of the Sangling leaf injected twice had completely penetrated into his blood, and he could no longer quit, and after each injection, when the drug addiction was committed, he let him endure it again and again to the limit, and finally gave him the hay body of the Sangling leaf, this kind of drug withdrawal and relapse, will only make the drug addiction bigger and more difficult to resist!

Moreover, the effect of this thing has been reflected, not only to make people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves, but also to consume a person's willpower, spirit and other aspects.

After the nicotine retrieved the sleeping pill, Dudian asked him to give it to Richelieu, who had smoked Sangling leaf cigarettes, and soon Richelieu fell asleep.

Dudian confessed a few words to Nicotine and led Helissa out of the castle.

……

……

In an old castle in the small town of Rune.

This is a small town around the bustling west side of the business district, although it is a town, but it is extremely prosperous, the people who live in this town are either rich or noble, the streets are full of priests of the Inquisition, as well as priests of the Holy See of Light, and teams of patrolling soldiers, the security here is very safe, there has not been an incident of dark cultists attacking for more than ten years, let alone robbers, thieves and so on.

The lords of the town are the Rukhland family, a surname that is so famous that almost everyone in the upper nobility circles knows it, and Rukran St, one of the eight cardinals of the Holy See of Light, is the contemporary patriarch of the family.

At this moment, under one of the main forts of the Rukland family castle, enthusiastic cheers rang out outside a round platform, which was an extremely spacious underground square, built exactly like the gladiatorial arena outside, and the high dome was inlaid with dense and expensive fluorescent stones, and the shimmer of light cast brighter illuminated the inside, and at the same time a little gloomy haze.

At this moment, on the round platform of the gladiatorial arena surrounded by wire, a strong man with a height of nearly two meters is fighting with a petite woman with a figure of less than one meter seven, this woman is dressed in wheat complexion, brown hair, at first glance, she is from a civilian background, and there are many scars on her body, but the most eye-catching thing is that she is dressed, extremely exposed, with only a bandeau on her upper body, and a short underwear on her lower body.

The brawny man is also dressed simply, with a naked upper body and shorts on the bottom, revealing dragon-like swollen muscles, like a humanoid tank.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

"Kill her!"

"Kill this bitch!"

There was a burst of coaxing and shouting from the audience, and some people covered their mouths with their hands as microphones to make their voices louder.

Most of these people have blonde hair, wear expensive silk clothes, wear gold, silver and jade and other jewelry, and have an extraordinary temperament, but at this moment, they are like a group of ordinary people watching the excitement, calling for cheers with all their hearts.

Boom!

The strong man seized the opportunity and slammed his fist into the woman's abdomen.

The woman immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood, and her body bent into shrimp.

The strong man's face was hideous, merciless, grabbed her hair, smashed her face with a punch, and with a bang, the woman's nose bone shattered, and blood flowed everywhere.

Seeing this tragic battle with a huge disparity in strength, the cheers of the audience became even more crazy, countless people shouted excitedly, and at the same time, some people threw gold coins on the barbed wire, and the sound of gold coins fell on the stage, which was extremely beautiful.

"Hit, hit her breast!"

"Beat this bitch to death and crumple her body!"

The audience shouted excitedly.