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.
“I’m done with my poisons, Mr. Boy Toy. Dare to put it down the hatch?” 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.
This meant that anyone who ingested it would surely be in danger!
“What say we just forget about this whole thing. Dustin? It’s obvious that anyone who drinks this will surely die!” Ruth pleaded, clearly upset.
Natasha, who was standing beside her, also couldn’t help but ball up her fists.
“It’s just polson. There’s nothing to worry about.” Dustin grinned before picking up the bottle and downing the entire thing in one swig.
His swift but confident motion caused Quentin to freeze.
“Was this punk actually not afraid of death?” He thought to himself.
“How are you feeling?” Natasha hurriedly probed.
“Well, my mouth feels bitter from the aftertaste, but all in all, the taste is fine.” Dustin evaluated.
Natasha was speechless at his reply. The corners of her mouth started twitching.
“Did you think that I was asking you about the taste?” She thought to herself incredulously.
“You don’t have to put up a front if it’s too much for you to bear, young man. You just need to bow down to Mr. Harmon and admit your mistakes if you want me to save you,” Mr. Wangley said amusedly.
“Your ‘poison” is mildly toxic at best,” Dustin replied while smacking his lips a few times.
“If I’m not mistaken, what you just conjured up is the Devil’s Elixir, right? It’s a good poison of choice, but it’s a shame you used the wrong ingredients for it. What you should’ve used was aconite instead of epiphyllum. Although both of their medical properties are similar, there are still a few minor differences between them. This is one determining factor of what makes a poison so potent,” he explained.
“Huh? How did you know? Did you peek at me while I was concocting the mix just now?” Mr. Wangley gasped as his expression warped into pure shock.
He was absolutely correct in deducing that the poison he made was the Devil’s Elixir, and that he had added epiphyllum as one of the ingredients.
“Was it even necessary to peek? I could tell the moment I smelled it in the air.” Dustin retorted.
“You used a total of five ingredients, namely strychnine, Zeus‘ Vine, oranges, phyllanthus, and a sliver of Devil’s grass. It’s such a shame that you were this close to making the perfect poison though.”
The moment Dustin finished speaking, Mr. Wangley couldn’t help but break out in a shudder.
To think that this punk could list out every single one of the ingredients he’d used to make his poison.
He’d be fine if he had just told him that he peeked, but it was terrifying to think that he could deduce everything just by smell alone!
Even he felt that it would take him light years to even get to this level!
“What the hell happened, Mr. Wangley? A few minutes have already passed, and yet he hasn’t reacted at all” Quentin thought to himself with some unease.