Even though the chief of the guards of the Royal Forest made a promise, the three of them still insisted that they didn't know anything about poison at all.

So Duren's face sank, and he took out a vial directly from his bosom and pulled the cork from it.

"This is the poisonous wine left in His Majesty's wine glass, none of the three of you want to run, drink it one by one, if you don't know what poison it is, you can only wait for death."

Hearing this, the three of them panicked completely, and even began to bite the others.

Durham ignored them, and watched them arguing with a cold eye, and then made a move to pour out the poisonous wine from the vial.

At last the merchant named Talir couldn't help himself, and confessed to Durham that a guest had asked him about the poison three days before, saying that the more poisonous it was, the better.

In addition, it must be guaranteed that if you drink it, you will definitely die.

Tarir was the least daring of the three, and he had a premonition that the man might do something amazing with the poison, and fearing that he would be involved in the revelation, he lied that he had no goods at hand.

Seeing that Talir had spoken, another merchant finally confessed that he had met the guest, but he really didn't have that kind of poison.

After hearing this, Durham moved his gaze to the third person, the merchant nicknamed Fat Cat.

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

Duren didn't say anything, just pushed the bottle with the poisoned wine in front of him.

The fat cat was frightened, and said with a sad face, "Can you really promise that you won't let the garrison arrest me?" ”

Duren nodded, "I can swear to you in honor of the Hightower family. ”

"The Hightowers?" The fat cat couldn't help but shudder again when she heard this name, "You, are you the chief of the imperial guard...... Lord Duren. ”

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

The fat cat's expression changed, and finally it seemed to have made up his mind, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The reputation of the Hightower family has always been very good, and I heard that Lord Durham is also a very upright person, since you asked me, then I will also tell you the truth."

"The poison was bought from a small sect called the Blood Moon Society, which is said to have split from the original Silvermoon Church, whose current leader, Herodotus, was once the High Priest of the Silvermoon Church.

"But now it seems that he is wanted by the nobles of the Western Realm, in short, that blood moon will make poison very skillfully, made a poison, in the city of multiple scales, he has poisoned hundreds of nobles at one time, as well as several priests of the Silver Moon Church.

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"They call it a blood feast, and they may have been short of money recently, so they asked people to bring some blood feasts to Lionheart Fort to sell, but to be honest, the sale was not very good, because the symptoms after poisoning were too obvious and did not meet the requirements of most buyers.

"But two days ago, someone came to me and told me what he wanted, and he offered a high price of two thousand golden lions, and I knew I shouldn't have done such a thing, but it was really a lot of money, a lot of money.

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

Duren didn't say anything, but the hand that pressed the saber burst out, and the fat cat was frightened, for fear that the person in front of him would suddenly draw his sword and cut him.

Fortunately, the chief of the imperial guard is a very trustworthy person, even if he hates 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 someone who would do such a thing reveal his appearance so easily, he was wearing a gray cloak, wrapped his body and head all over, and covered his face, just like everyone else who came to trade with me."

"It's important to remember a little bit more about that person." Duren said word by word.

The fat cat's legs and stomach trembled, and he tried to think for a while, "By the way, that's a nobleman, and the person who came to me must be a nobleman, and I don't just say this because he is very generous."

"And because I can't see his face, but I can see his hands, and his skin is whiter than the average person, and only nobles have that complexion, because they don't have to work in the scorching sun and run around the city."

"Anything else?"

"And ......" The fat cat hesitated for a moment, glancing at the other two merchants.

Duren understood what he meant, and said to the two of them, "Okay, there's nothing to do with you here, you can go, remember not to talk nonsense about today's events." ”

"We know we know." As if they had been pardoned, they thanked Duren and hurried out of the fish shop.

The fat cat looked at Pinky again, but this time Duren shook his head, "He's from the garrison, he's my helper, and I need a witness too to make your testimony more credible." ”

"Okay." The fat cat eventually relented, "That man may be from the Wendell family......"

Duren's eyes moved slightly when he heard this name, and he suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the fat cat's collar and said sharply, "You're lying!" ”

"I didn't, I really didn't, I can swear everything I told you was true!" The fat cat looked like he was about to cry.

"You just said that people who do this kind of thing are usually very careful not to let people recognize them, so why do you insist that the person is from the Wendell family?"

"I didn't...... I'm just saying it's possible. "Actually, he is indeed well disguised, and he doesn't have anything on him that will reveal his identity." But......

"But when I was paying, I saw the calluses on his left thumb and index finger. As you know, there are not many swordsmen who are accustomed to using a sword with their left hand in the royal capital, not to mention that he also has a calloon on his right hand.

"I can use a sword in both hands, and the first thing I think of is the Wendell family, because it seems that they are the only ones who practice like this, and I heard that the disciple of Count Crane is ......"

"Alright." The head of the imperial guard unceremoniously interrupted the fat cat's words, paused and said, "You are right, the Wendell family is indeed quite suspicious.

"Did the man say anything when he bought the blood feast from you?"

"No, he just asked about usage and how to mask the smell and other general questions, and I told him, and he paid me the money and left with the poison."

The fat cat wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and said, "I've told you everything I know." ”