Chapter: 212

After a long while, Mr. Wangley had finished concocting his polson, which appeared to be a bottle of viscous, black liquid. One could even smell a faint scent of dead fish watting out of it.

ā€œIā€™m done with my poisons, Mr. Boy Toy. Dare to put it down the hatch?ā€ Quentin taunted as he placed the bottle on the table and provocatively glared at him.

Anyone with a discerning eye could definitely see that the black potion in front of them was highly poisonous.

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