Farad always said that strength and patience are indispensable as a predator, and that most people know their own strength but often ignore patience, and more often patience is more important than strength.

He's right, but patience isn't something that ordinary people just talk about. Even in my opinion, waiting for this is sometimes not so easy to bear.

After almost a night of waiting, what I had hoped for finally happened. My eyesight is still very good, although the door moved slightly, it couldn't escape my eyes at all, but I don't know if the guys downstairs have fallen asleep.

Hiding in the shadows, I watched the door that was gently opened, and the man was like a mouse sneaking out of the night, except that he didn't know that the cat that captured him had been waiting all night.

This guy is still very cautious, although he opened the door but did not immediately poke his head out, his action shows that he is a cautious fellow, but no matter how cautious he is, he cannot escape the palm of a good hunter like me. He finally showed his head slightly, and then quickly dodged out, and I tilted my head to see him running towards the warehouse at the back of the manor.

Let's hope the guys lurking around aren't asleep.

I hurried downstairs and pressed against the wall to see where he had gone. I hid in the shadows of the wall and slowly rubbed forward, and all the sounds around me penetrated my ears, and it is no exaggeration to say that I could tell everything that was going to happen by the sounds around me.

The door to the warehouse hadn't been opened, and the guy was no longer near the warehouse. Just when I wondered if I had lost it, there was a person next to the warehouse who peeked out of the shadows, and it was the person I arranged. I saw the man point at me and then in the other direction, and I looked in the direction of his finger and saw the guy squatting by the well. It's just that he hides in the dark and can't see what he's doing.

As soon as I found my target, I subconsciously touched the bow and arrow behind me. If necessary, I would just let him lie on the ground.

The guy tinkered for a moment before standing up, but he was still hunched over. I watched him walk towards the cowshed, there was a light next to the cowshed, but it was not very bright after it had been burned for half the night, and the guy walked over and turned out the oil lamp. He was once again plunged into darkness.

I didn't give the order to arrest him, I just wanted to see what else he wanted to do.

He wandered around the cowshed for a short time and then came to the villa. I hurriedly flashed back, and the guy didn't notice me, and the guy came to the villa and gently pushed the door, and he pushed the door open with great care, and slipped in. This situation was something I didn't expect, there were family members of Tairossos in the villa, and although there were security personnel, I had to come in person.

I slid into the villa and listened quietly to the sounds around me, the guy was trying to be as soft as he could, and the way he crept was completely imaginable by the sound of his walking. But he wasn't light enough, and his shoes still rustled when they stepped on the wooden floor.

I hurriedly followed, but the more I walked in this direction, the more I felt that something was wrong, it was not in the direction of the guest room, but ...... Kitchen!

I leaned lightly against the kitchen door, barely half my face visible, and I stared at the guy inside. He looked at the bucket, then at the utensils for cooking, then at the utensils for the meal, and finally at the ...... Food stored in the kitchen.

My hand is pressed on the bow and arrow, which is my habitual movement, and I will subconsciously press my right hand on the bow when I sneak.

Just when this guy was busy, I appeared behind him. I'm not going to scare him, I'm not going to smack him in the head, I don't want him to die, I want him to live, to live to tell me all the things I want to know.

In fact, I thought a lot in my heart at this time, and I even thought that this guy should have the determination to die if he did this, otherwise he would not have the courage to do this. So standing behind him, I decided to give him a direct blow to make him faint.

Sure enough, I knocked him unconscious and immediately lit the torch, and it was here that I found a small pill in his mouth, wrapped in a casing. After pulling out the pill, I gathered everyone together, tied him up, and then motioned for him to be woken up with cold water. When the man woke up, he looked at us in amazement, and I looked at the man in front of me and motioned for him to be taken to a private cell.

The guy obviously knew he was exposed, and he gritted his teeth, but I had strangled the inside of his mouth with a strip of cloth.

When I got to the dungeon, I hung him up, and then I pinched the thing in his mouth in front of his eyes to see him, and the guy wilted instantly.

"Tell me, what did you just do?" I asked.

The guy just snorted through his nose, he couldn't speak. Seeing this, I didn't untie the strip of cloth that was tightened in his mouth, but used a little red-hot stove hook to hit him directly. A suppressed cry came out of his mouth. "Say, tell me what you just did."

The people around me looked at me, his mouth was gagged, didn't I have to untie my mouth before I wanted to ask? No, after I tossed around for a while, this guy was exhausted, and I wasn't tired at all.

He didn't even look at me sharply now, just a little grunt from his nose.

I took the strip of cloth off my mouth myself, and he let out a moan from his throat in an instant. Seeing this, I asked, "What did you just do?" ”

He didn't look up, he just kept his head down and I didn't pay any attention to him, so I grabbed him by the hair, "Say it." ”

He said it right away.

Just now this guy went to the warehouse, then to the well, then to the livestock shed, and then here. He hadn't gotten into the warehouse, and thankfully hadn't, but the guy had slipped some stuff through the cracks in the doors and windows.

He didn't want to say it when I showed him what he had stuffed into the warehouse, but any tough guy with the same iron bones would be the same for me, and he said it anyway, and he explained it very clearly. The things he stuffed into the warehouse could attract rats, but they could make the rats here go berserk.

After I questioned him, he explained that he was actually trying to contaminate the food here through rats!

I told them to immediately plug the well with the lid of the barrel, and then check all the places he touched again. He shuddered as I laid out all the evidence before him, and when he told me that he had actually spread the plague on the wells and food, I told the soldiers to take extreme care to find the utensils and food that he had touched and smeared with strange things.

The guy didn't say anything, so I asked him to confess it all in pain.