Coiling Dragon Volume 6 the road to revenge Chapter 20
Book 6, The Road to Revenge â Chapter 20, Poison
Linley firmly etched this scene into his mind.
Faced with Cesarâs questions, Linley nodded. âVery charismatic. Iâve already committed that scene to memory. However, Iâm afraid it will be quite difficult for me to make a carving on the same level of âAwakening From the Dreamâ again.â
A âMasterpieceâ level sculpture appearing in the world was a rare event indeed.
In the past, Linley had been thoroughly heartbroken, and had poured all of his emotions into that carving, allowing himself to forget everything else in the world and attain that most mysterious of states. Only then was he able to complete such a sculpture. For him, in his current state, to attempt to carve another sculpture of that level was virtually impossible.
âAs long as you, Master Linley, are the sculptor, Iâll be satisfied. I donât ask that it be on the same level as âAwakening From the Dreamâ, only that it is on the same level as most master level sculptures.â Cesar said with a laugh.
If that was the case, Linley had total confidence in his abilities.
âMr. Cesar, how about this. I will produce the sculpture you requested in about a month. What do you say?â Actually, Linley only needed three days, but he wanted to give himself sufficient time.
Cesar nodded. âAlright. One month is a very short period of time. Iâm not in a hurry. I have all the time in the world. Haha.â
âMaster Linley, if you have anything you want me to help with, feel free to tell me. As long as I can accomplish it, I will definitely do it for you.â Cesar said magnanimously.
Linley couldnât help but feel rather nervous.
With Patterson killed by him, the only target in Linleyâs mind now was Clayde. To kill or to capture Clayde wasnât something which Linley was currently capable of.
But Cesar, the King of Killers, definitely was capable!
âMr. Cesar, if I were to ask you to capture one of the rulers of a kingdom belonging to the Holy Union, would you agree?â Linley resisted the urge to be rash, and instead first sounded Cesar out.
Cesar was startled. He stared questioningly at Linley. âCapture a king?â
Linley nodded heavily. âYes.â
Cesar frowned. After a short pause, he looked at Linley. âHow about this. Let me ask you something first. If I were to help you capture this ruler, would you kill him?â
âMost likely!â Linley replied honestly.
Lying to a âKing of Killersâ would most likely be quite unwise. As for killing Clayde, if his mother really had died in Claydeâs hands, how could Linley not seek vengeance?
Linley had a dark premonition. There had been no trace of his mother for so many years. Most likely, she was dead, or perhaps imprisoned somewhere. No matter what the case, he would seek vengeance for his mother.
âKill a king?â Cesar looked at Linley.
Linley looked back with hope in his eyes.
In Cesarâs heart, he understood that although in terms of status, a Cardinal was somewhat more important than a King, the impact caused by the murder of a King would be greater than that caused by the murder of a Cardinal.
A dead Cardinal could instantly be replaced by the Radiant Church.
But the death of a King would cause countless battles and strife within a kingdom. At the same time, the Radiant Church would yet again be unhappy with him.
âThis request of yoursâŚforgive me for being unable to fulfill it.â Cesar looked seriously at Linley. âLinley, the impact caused by the murder of a King is too great. And, this entire time, the Radiant Church has treated me quite well. I donât wish to set the Radiant Church and my Sabre organization up as enemies just for the sake of a sculpture.â
Behind Cesar, the King of Killers, was the Saber organization, one of the four great assassinâs guilds.
Cesar knew what was important and what was not.
A single sculpture wasnât worth allowing cracks to appear in the friendly relationship between himself and the Radiant Church. All these years, the Radiant Church had treated him with courtesy, something Cesar understood in his heart. He couldnât be a selfish wolf who repaid the Churchâs kindness by acting against one of their kings.
âChange your request.â Cesar said apologetically.
Linley suddenly felt powerless. Perhaps in terms of power, Cesar didnât care about Clayde at all, but Claydeâs status had convinced Cesar to stay his hand.
Linley forced himself to remain calm.
âMr. Cesar, I would like to ask, do you have any method by which I, a magus of the seventh rank, can kill a combatant of the ninth rank.â Linley asked.
Cesar glanced at Linley. After a short silence, he said, âI have quite a few assassination methods. But one which would allow a magus of the seventh rank to assassinate a combatant of the ninth rank? ThisâŚis challenging.â As he spoke, Cesar began to consider this question. In the mind of this âKing of Killersâ who hadnât killed anyone in a long time, one assassination method after another began to speed through his mind.
Linley didnât dare to disrupt Cesarâs train of though. He stood there quietly.
Suddenly, Cesar turned to look at Linley. âThe combatant of the ninth rank, would this be a warrior or a magus? If this person is a magus, I have a method.â
âWarrior.â Linley immediately said.
Dealing with a warrior and dealing with a magus required totally different methods. Hearing Linley explain that this was a warrior of the ninth rank, Cesarâs head began to hurt.
Linley could only wait there urgently.
âOh. I have an idea.â Cesarâs eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned to Linley. âHaha, a long time ago, I stumbled upon this method by accident. I didnât imagine that eight hundred years later, Iâd still remember it.â
âWhat method?â Linley immediately grew excited.
This King of Killers actually had a way for a magus of the seventh rank to kill a warrior of the ninth rank.
âThe King of Killers is full of assassination techniques. Indeed, he knows far more than I do in this field. Although, if I lived for five thousand more years, perhaps I would still know more than him.â Doehring Cowartâs voice rang out in Linleyâs mind.
Linley couldnât help but force a laugh. Grandpa Doehring never liked admitting inferiority to anyone.
âThe method isâŚâ Cesar smiled at Linley. âUsing poison!â
Linley was startled. He thought it mustâve been some sort of good methodâŚbut a kingâs food was always tasted and tested. How could using poison be effective?
âMaster Linley, donât underestimate the power of poison. The art of using poison is an extremely deep, subtle method of assassination. This world is filled with countless ingredients, which can be used to make countless types of poisons. Who in this world can dare say that he knows all of the poisons in the world? Or that he can detect any sort of poison?â
Linley couldnât help but nod.
He agreed with this. For example, Doehring Cowart knew about using Blueheart Grass to counteract the forceful effects of dragonâs blood.
âThis poison that Iâm talking about was specially designed for use against warriors. As long as the warrior is not at the Saint-level, upon being affected by this poison, his strength will decrease by more than 90%. Whatâs more, to this very day, thereâs been no antidote invented for this poison. Only by spending a year of time can one slowly use his battle-qi to purge the poison from his system.â Cesar clearly had a very clear memory regarding this poison. âAnd this poison is both odorless and tasteless. Thereâs no way to detect it at all. Only after having been poisoned would one realize that one had ingested it.â
Less than 10% of strength would remain? No way to test for it?
Clayde was nothing more than a warrior of the ninth rank. Once he was impacted by this poison, based on Linleyâs current level of power, wouldnât he be able to easily trample Clayde into the ground?
âDo you have this poison, Mr. Cesar?â Linley quickly asked.
Linley could guess that this poison was extremely rare and valuable. That was without question. A poison which was effective against all warriors short of the Saint-level, and which was odorless, tasteless, and undetectable, would of course rare and precious. If not, all the warriors in the world would be dead already. âMaster Linley, didnât you hear what I just said? This is something I recalled learning about eight hundred years ago. I just glanced at that recipe back then. After all, this poison was of no use or threat to me.â Cesar frowned. âI only know this poison was primarily formed from eight major ingredients, but I donât recall the exact ingredients clearly.â
âYou donât remember?â Linley was so frantic, he could kill someone.
Cesar laughed towards Linley. âMaster Linley, donât worry. Although Iâm not sure, the recipe for this poison was stored within my organization long ago. I can order some people to make a copy of it and bring it to me. However, the base of my Saber organization is in a place with very few people. From here to there and back, most likely it would take a month or two of time.â
A month or two. That was acceptable!
Linley nodded towards Cesar. âMr. Cesar, might I ask if your organization has any of this poison already in stock?â Linley didnât want to waste time looking for ingredients to mix the potion.
âWe do not.â Cesar shook his head. âIn this entire world, perhaps only the Deathgodâs Hands has this poison in stock.â
âDeathgodâs Hands?â
In the past, while chatting with Yale, the topic of conversation had turned to the four major assassinâs guilds. These were known as Saber, Bloodrose, Scarlet Moon, and Deathgodâs Hands. Each assassinâs guild had its own specialty. The Deathgodâs Hands specialized in using all sorts of queer, exotic assassination techniques.
âRight. In the past, if it werenât for the fact that the Deathgodâs Hands had a favor to ask of me, perhaps they wouldnât have given a copy of such a precious recipe to my organization.â Cesar nodded.
Something which could kill virtually any warrior below the Saint-rank. The value of such a poison was unimaginable.
âThenâŚwould it be possible for me to purchase this poison from the Deathgodâs Hands?â Linley said hopefully.
âImpossible.â Cesar laughed. âThe Ten Ultimate Poisons of the Deathgodâs Hands is something they never give to any other organizations. The reason they gave us this recipe was probably because they expected that we would never actually use it.â
âNever use it?â Linley looked questioningly at Cesar.
âBecause the price is simply too high. It isnât worth it.â Cesar chuckled. âTwo of the ingredients, in particular, have already been totally cornered off the market by the Deathgodâs Hands. The price of the poison would most likely be more than the commission of the assassination mission.â
But to him, no matter how much gold it cost, it would be worth it.
âHow about this. Iâll go back now, and arrange for some people to deliver a copy of this recipe to you. But Master Linley, a month from now, you need to have my sculpture ready.â Cesar laughed as he spoke to Linley.
âOf course.â Linley felt a knot in his heart unclench.
After sending off Cesar, Linley, who had been worrying this entire time about how to deal with Clayde, finally relaxed. That night, he finally had a sound rest and a beautiful dream, something very rare for him.
Linley was calmly seated cross-legged on the grass, cultivating his Dragonblood battle-qi. That azure-black Dragonblood battle-qi in his body was constantly roiling about, as the unique power of the Dragonblood constantly was drawn deep into Linleyâs bones, muscles, and tendons, causing his body to become more and more powerful.
Linley believed that if he continued at this rate, there would come the day that his body would be as powerful as that of a real, Saint-level dragon. He would resurrect the fallen glory of the Dragonblood Warriors.
âLord Linley.â A female attendantâs voice from outside.
Linley took a deep breath, allowing the Dragonblood battle-qi to return to his dantian.
âEnter.â Linley said calmly.
Only then did this serving woman come in. Respectfully, she said, âLord Linley, there are several guests from the Debs clan outside. They say they have come to thank you, Lord Linley.â
âThank me?â Linley was momentarily stunned.
But then, Linley quickly understood. Clayde had given him face and freed Kalan Debs.
âThank me? Iâm afraid it isnât as simple as that.â Linley said to himself.
There was a better than 80% to 90% chance that the Debs clan, seeing Linley help out once, had shamelessly come to ask for Linleyâs help to save the Debs clan yet again.
âLet them enter.â Knowing of the existence of the poison, Linley now felt much calmer and more assured of himself. With his mind relaxed, he now had the leisure and patience to pay attention to the affairs of the Debs clan.
âThe Debs clan? Even if they arenât exterminated, theyâll be totally beaten down.â Linley could already totally predict the future of the Debs clan.
Nimitz was the leader of this delegation. Kalanâs two uncles, Kalan himself, Rowling, and Alice were the members of this six-person delegation. No one in Nimitzâs delegation had dared to sit. They all were standing respectfully.
Seeing Linley walk towards them from afar, Nimitz and the others immediately smiled, and Nimitz even cupped his hands in salute. âLord Linley!â
âI just finished my training exercises. If you could just wait a moment, Iâll take a quick bath and change my clothes first.â Linley said with a faint smile. And then, no longer paying any attention to the courtesies being paid to him by Nimitz and the others, he headed directly to another room on the other side of the hall.
Nimitz and the others were briefly stunned, but they could only smile and stand there, respectfully awaiting his return.