The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1820



In reality, the waif balm was an airborne gas that would deviously stay dormant in a victim's body. It would then be triggered by the poisoner on cue, immobilizing the victim's senses and their body, leaving them at the mercy of the poisoner.

And yet, what made the waif balm formidable was not the waif balm itself, but its potency as a medium. The poisoner would use it to facilitate delivering the real poison or something that could hurt the victim from the inside, all while the victim remained clueless.

At that point, even Ascendant-ranked elites would have trouble escaping.

Nheless, Frank only knew about the waif balm when he read it by chance from an old text.

He was certainly not capable of brewing anything that could incapacitate Ascendant-ranked individuals at that time, but the scent described in that text was exactly the scent he was smelling now.

There was no chance of him mistaking it.

Hence, Frank quickly sat down in meditation, directing his pure vigor throughout his body to scrutinize every inch of himself.

Then, after taking several antidote pills, he finally found a well-hidden cluster of whiteness, which was the waif balm particles.

As he quickly used the Five-Peat Archaeus to swiftly clear it out, he also deduced what the waif balm was carrying.

And as it turned out, what the waif balm was carrying was way worse.

"Brocade mites..." Frank's cheek stiffened at the mention of the name.

The brocade mite was a deadly pest that laid its eggs in the human body and feasted exclusively on human flesh, and it was used in Draconia's olden eras as a form of torture.

Back then, criminals were thrown into the mite hills, where they would be devoured slowly and painfully as they died.

Still, the fact that it was used here meant that someone had already fallen victim to it, in order to produce the primary ingredient for this poison: the eggs of the brocade mite.

And now, everyone on this floor who took a breath would be inhaling those miniscule eggs that would not ever be visible to the naked eye. Therefore, given how things were progressing, they would all be the next victims.

As Frank clasped his hand over his mouth and nose and tried to leave, a point of concern appeared in his mind.

How could Ms. Quill have taken possession of both the spiritron vein and the Celestial Dew? What did that mean?

Looking at the door to Mobius' room where the scuffle continued, he narrowed his eyes.

There was no way Ms. Quill or Titus could have released that poison.

If either of them did, the other person would realize it immediately.

As such, the only explanation was...

Frank's eyes widened in disbelief. "Mobius released it?! Impossible!"

The mere deduction left Frank frowning, as no foreigner should

have access to the waif balm or the

brocade mite. Those were poisonset

so unorthodox that even the Hundred Bane Anthology of

Hundred Bane Sect had never once mentioned them-and poisons were their specialty.

However, even if Frank did not believe a foreigner like Mobius cont come to possess those poisons, who would be the poisoner, if not him?

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With that in mind, Frank quietly left the hallway and returned to Silverbell, whom the waif balm had yet to reach.

That in turn meant that the poisoner's objective was clear.

Hence, once again telling Silverbell to wait, he crashed through the window of Mobius' room, leaping into the spacious room. Inside, one of Ms. Quill's two sentries was fending off the Clear Winds Pavilion apprentices.

He was keeping everyone at

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bay-even Azar Salor, the chief of the Clear Winds Pavilion, was not scoring major hits despite joining the fray.

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The sentry was a one-man army, his punches hitting fast and true and forcing Azar into dodging constantly.

Nheless, Ms. Quill heard the window shatter and turned, immediately shooting Frank a look of contempt when she saw him.

"You?!"

On the other hand, Titus was clapping and laughing. "Hehe. It seems that Mr. Lawrence will be joining us too!"