Neuss held Aina's body and touched her neck. Her neck was warm and soft but there was no pulse.
"Master, she is dead." Neuss sighed as he looked at Dudian.
"I know." Dean's eyes were gloomy.
Neuss slowly put down Aina's body and looked at the bottle on the table: "There is poison in the wine. Master, should I arrest all the brewers and interrogate them one by one?"
Dean was silent for a moment: "In addition to investigating the brewers, check all the servants and attendants who have served me in the palace. It is possible that the poisoner got the news from them."
Neuss replied: "I know."
It didn't take long for the doctors to come back and prepare the bloodletting operation for Dean.
The treatment continued until the middle of the night. When the dawn light shined on the palace, the doctors wiped the sweat from their foreheads and stitched up Dean's wound. The chief surgeon said: "Elder, the toxins in your body have temporarily stabilized. After a period of time, you will be completely healed."
Dean nodded slightly: "Temporarily block the news of me being poisoned. Don't spread it out. If someone asks you about it, immediately report to me and I will reward you. In addition, if someone forces you, tell them that I am poisoned and won't live long."
The doctors were startled but bowed their heads.
Neuss looked at Dean as the doctors slowly retreated: "Master, the results of the interrogation have come out. One of the brewers has confessed. He said that his distant relative had recently visited him. Others also accused that his relative had come to the brewery. It is likely that this person was the one who poisoned Aina. I've asked the worker and he said that his relative isn't a big shot. He is just an ordinary petty bourgeois family with two manors and fifty acres of land. There is nothing special about him."
"Oh?" Dean's face was pale but his expression was calm. He was surprised to hear Neuss's words: "Have you found his distant relative?"
"I've sent people to arrest him." Neuss said.
Dean's eyebrows twitched. He didn't expect to find the poisoner so soon. It seemed that the enemy's preparation for the aftermath was not thorough. However, it was also possible that there was no need to keep this secret.
"It's almost dawn and the inauguration ceremony is about to begin. Get ready." Dean looked out of the window and said to Neuss.
Neuss was startled: "Young Master, you are seriously injured, do you want to postpone the ceremony? If the enemy sneaks into the ceremony and attacks you … "
"It doesn't matter. If someone sneaks up on us, we still have you, don't we?" Dean's face was calm: "It's just a little poison. Since I didn't die then it's nothing. But it's unusual for it to make me feel so uncomfortable. Fortunately, the enemy didn't have much relationship with the Monster Research Institute. Otherwise, I wouldn't have just died from poisoning."
Neuss was surprised. He understood the meaning of Dean's words. If the enemy was related to the Monster Research Institute then perhaps the poison in the wine would be the undead virus. If that was the case then there would be no cure.
Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his hands and feet felt cold.
What a dangerous accident it was!
If the enemy's poison was stronger then Dean would die!
Once Dean died then their tyrannical life would come to an end. They would be torn apart by the nobles!
Moreover, Dean's words also gave him a wake-up call. Although he could digest most of the toxins, after all, he was not absolutely immune to toxins. If the enemy was crazy enough to put ptomaine on Dean, then the first one to be infected would be him!
Such a possibility made it difficult for him to digest. He had only considered the toxin when he was in the outer wall because it was extremely difficult to get the undead virus in the inner wall. But the inner wall was different. There were undeads in the Monster Research Institute. It wasn't difficult to get the undead virus from them. Moreover the person who could assassinate Dean wasn't an ordinary person. He must have some power.
"It seems that I have to choose a few people to be my poison testers in the future …" He thought in his heart. This was his way to save himself.
Dean felt Neuss' body stiffen. He knew what Neuss was thinking but he didn't say anything. He pretended not to see: "The person who poisoned the wine didn't use the ptomaine but this poison. I don't know if they didn't think of it or they didn't have the ability to get the ptomaine?"
Neuss recovered and reluctantly smiled: "Master, I think they didn't expect that these people would secretly poison your wine. They should have some ability. There was an outbreak of corpses in the inner wall. Although all the corpses in the city have been burned but it shouldn't be difficult to get the poison."
"According to what you said they should want to use the ptomaine." Dean said.
Neuss was startled, but he was speechless as he thought that it was true.
"There are only two possibilities. One is that they think that it would be more dangerous to use the ptomaine to infect me. After all I'm an inner barren level master. Once I'm infected then the inner wall would have two inner barren level undead. The result would be worse than the current situation." Dean's eyes lit up: "The second possibility is that they don't have a deep understanding of the ptomaine. They think that the ptomaine of low-level undead won't be able to infect me. Which possibility do you think is more likely?"
Neuss was stunned: "It should be the first one?"
Dean nodded: "Yes. It shows that they know about Aisha's existence. They know that she has been infected by the ptomaine. They are worried that Aisha will go out of control without my restraint! It's not that they don't want to use the ptomaine but they don't dare to use it! But it shows that the person who poisoned the wine isn't a noble nor a member of the Monster Research Institute. "
At this point, he fell into deep thought.
Neuss asked: "Why not a noble or a member of the Monster Research Institute?"
"Because they don't care so much. The nobles are after profit. The Monster Research Institute should have a way to trap the undeads. So if it was them, they would have poisoned the undeads directly. The person who poisoned the undeads has a good heart." Dudian said.
Neuss scratched his head: "Master, is it a righteous person?"
Dean looked at him: "You are talking as if we are the villains in a novel."
Neuss smiled embarrassedly, but he thought in his heart, [We are not far from the villains.]
"What is the maid's name? Settle her family first and compensate them according to what I said." Dean pointed to the corpse on the ground.
Neuss looked at the swollen and rotten cheeks of the maid. He smiled in his heart. He didn't believe that Dean would forget a name that he had just heard. Unless Dean didn't put the latter's words in his heart and didn't use his brain to remember.
Cold-blooded, he thought, but then he asked himself, so what if he remembered her name? She was dead. Would remembering her name make him more friendly?
He could only sigh and crouch down to pick up Aina's corpse. He looked at the rotting skin all over her body. In just a short moment, the poison had turned a clean and beautiful girl into such a ghastly state. It could be seen how terrifying this poison was!
The sky was clear and the sun was rising.
The enthronement ceremony slowly began in front of the palace. The nobles, led by the Count, entered the venue one after another. The guards were dressed in silver armor, and they were as neat as one. Everything was carried out in an orderly manner. Outside the venue of the ceremony, a large number of people came to watch and admire this rare moment.
Saul made a speech after all the officials and nobles had taken their seats.
Dean appeared on the platform at the top of the steps in front of the palace after the long opening remarks. He finished the lines that Saul had written in advance and returned to the palace. Saul was in charge of the following matters while Neuss was his assistant.
"Is that Dean?"
"I didn't expect him to be so young. He is younger than the rumors!"
"He looks to be in his twenties!"
"Princess Urita seems to be the same age as him. I didn't expect one to be in heaven and the other to be on earth. What a pity!"
"Shh, lower your voice. Don't let anyone hear it. If this person hears it, hmph, don't you know what happened to Ximing?"
The nobles in front of the venue were in a complicated mood.
They didn't want to listen to Saul's long speech.
Dean went back to the study room. The bell and music fluttered outside. There was a stuffy feeling because of the window. He knew that the ceremony would last until the evening. In the next three days, the entire King's city would hold carnival ceremonies. He didn't have so much time to spend on these things. Although his absence would make people feel arrogant, he didn't care about it.
"There are dozens of books left. I hope they won't let me down!" Dean looked at the pile of books in front of him. He was nervous. He felt that there were too few books. It would be great if there were twice as many books.
He calmed down and carefully read.
Time flashed by. Five days passed.
The carnival of the ceremony had long ended, and the city was calm again. In the palace, Dean stayed in the study room for several days. Only on the night of the ceremony, he met with the nobles and ministers in the palace. Since then, he stayed in the study room and read the books of the Institute.
Five days later, he had read the remaining dozens of books. During this time, the toxins in his body had been completely digested. His adaptability was even more effective than the antitoxin drugs prescribed by the doctors.
"Failure, failure, all failures …" Dean stayed in the study room. His hair was messy. Looking at the more than two hundred books in front of him, his eyes were dull. More than two hundred books recorded various aspects of the research on the Undead. Nearly half of them recorded how to treat the Undead and restore them to their original appearance. In addition to him, the Monster Institute was also concerned about this experiment.
A large number of doctors had studied this experiment for more than two hundred years, but all of them failed!
Some removed the soul crystal in the skull and replaced it with the human brain.
Some kept the corpses in the houses they were familiar with before they died for observation.
Some used the blood of the relatives of the Undead to replace the blood.
There were all kinds of methods. Dean felt that some methods were completely unscientific and superstitious. But the doctors had used them. Almost all the methods that he could think of had been used.
The result was the same. Failure.
He found it hard to accept such a conclusion.
Did she really die after being infected by the poison?
Since she was dead, why could she still move and bite?
If she wasn't dead, why couldn't she restore her memory?
"Master …" Neuss called out from outside the room. He was ready to push the door.
Dean roared: "Get out of here!"
Neuss was scared. He had never seen Dean yell at him, let alone lose his temper. His face changed as he looked inside the room. He could see Dean sitting on the desk with his back facing the door. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Neuss hesitated for a moment but slowly turned back. He stood not far from the door.
He stood guard for seven days.
Seven days was exceptionally fast for the residents of the King's City. But for Neuss it was as difficult as the whole black snow season. Dean didn't go out of the bedroom for seven days. He didn't eat or drink for seven days. Neuss went to deliver food but Dean yelled at him again.
"What's wrong with the young master?" Sergei ran into the palace and asked in surprise. He had heard that Dean didn't eat or drink for seven days. He put down his work and rushed over.
Neuss looked at him and sighed: "It should be related to Aisha."
"Her?" Sergei was puzzled.
"The young master has taken a lot of experimental materials from the Monster Research Institute. It seems that he has read all of them. It seems that he didn't find the answer so he can't accept it." Neuss sighed.
Sergei's eyes widened: "Is there really no way?"
"It's going to be difficult." Neuss whispered.
Sergei looked at the shadow in the room: "Isn't he crazy?"
"He hasn't eaten for seven days. I'm worried that he won't be able to hold on." Neuss said in a worried tone: "He was poisoned and his body hasn't recovered yet."
Sergei shook his head: "Eating and drinking is a small matter. I'm afraid that he won't be able to take it."
Neuss looked at him: "Why don't you go and persuade him?"
"How?" Sergei stared at him: "Don't you know how important this woman is in his heart? Have you seen him smile at you? No? "
Neuss sighed: "I heard from the Dragon Clan that Aisha is in such a situation because she saved the young master. She is the most important person for the young master."
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