parentshiftbook Chapter 20 Tia, go spray him in the face!
Chapter 20 Tia, go spray him in the face!
Kahn watched helplessly as the bottle was taken away, and he was furious.
It's still on display in the study...
If he hadn't known he hadn't been exposed, he would have suspected Su Lan was doing it on purpose!
Although the anti-Hyperthermia drug was not shown, bringing it out would probably just be another collectible item given away.
He needs to come up with another way!
Kahn's eyes darted around; one plan failed, so he came up with another.
He cleared his throat and mysteriously pulled out a small box.
Open the box, and inside are several bright green needle-shaped leaves.
"These are freshly harvested Dreamweed leaves from this year; they taste the best. Would you like a leaf?"
Dreamweed leaves are a form of hard currency among nobles, and Kahn doesn't believe any noble hasn't used them.
He added something to it; as long as Su Lan took a sip, her mental defenses would crumble on the spot, and she would fall into hallucinations.
He could then take this opportunity to "reform" the person effortlessly.
Su Lan's eyes turned cold; he knew there was no way he would touch that thing.
"Does Lord Kahn look down on me? If you've only come here to sell these things, then please leave."
He stood up, intending to leave.
Su Lan had originally wanted to engage with Kahn to see if she could extract some information, but now she had completely lost interest.
Let Tia follow him later and release a wave of contamination from underground!
Kahn didn't know what he had done to offend Su Lan, but he knew that if he let Su Lan leave, he would suffer a huge loss.
Killing someone is easy, but controlling someone is very difficult.
Without the aid of medicine, he could only expend a large amount of materials to set up a ritual and forcibly break through the target's mental barrier.
"My lord, wait! Don't rush off!"
Kahn gritted his teeth and took a brass flintlock pistol from the package: "You'll definitely be interested in this."
Seeing Su Lan turn around, he quickly explained, "You may not know, but this is the latest magical artifact of the Asgard Empire, called a musket."
Su Lan found it quite amusing to see Kahn showing off.
How could he not recognize this thing?
Not only did I know him, but I almost got beaten up by him...
"That's interesting. What's this pipe for?"
Su Lan pretended to be interested, moved closer to the table, and began to perform along with Kahn.
Given Kahn's complex identity, he must possess methods to resist contamination; Tia alone probably wouldn't be able to poison him to death.
The pollution must be released, otherwise he won't be happy.
But it wouldn't hurt to gain some benefits first.
"As expected of a naive young lord, he's easily manipulated by me."
A sense of superiority rose within Kahn, but he remained outwardly enthusiastic:
"This thing is incredible. You haven't taken up your post yet, have you? Just having it will make even second-tier professionals avoid your attacks!"
After obtaining Su Lan's consent, Kahn fired a demonstration shot at the poplar tree in the yard.
boom!
The gunpowder exploded, and a crater was blown out of the tree trunk.
Kahn was very satisfied with the power of the musket and said smugly:
"I finally managed to get one from a big shot in the empire. If you like it, I'll sell it to you at cost price, for 20 gold coins."
"The power is indeed impressive, but I just heard an explosion. Could it be unstable?" Su Lan asked worriedly.
"How about this, I'll keep it here for three days to observe it, and I'll pay you if it's safe."
He certainly wouldn't buy it; he even planned to get it for free.
Kahn saw through it: "Your Highness is joking. This thing has been rigorously tested and there will be no problem."
He put away his musket, as if he had made a great decision:
"I have another box of ammunition, which will arrive tonight. If you've thought it over, my lord, you can come find me, and I'll give it to you at a loss."
After saying this, Kahn excused himself and took his leave.
Su Lan sat there, tapping her fingers on the table, lost in thought.
Kahn first pulled out a strange bottle of medicine, probably trying to drug him by smell?
Needless to say, the leaves that followed were not good to begin with, and most likely they were also spiked with strong ingredients.
As for the invitation before leaving...
Su Lan would never go; who knows what kind of ambush might be lurking inside?
But if he doesn't go, Kahn probably won't sit still and will cause trouble in the next couple of days.
A clear route gradually took shape in Su Lan's mind.
The only goal now is to postpone it until tomorrow night's red moon so that I can go on my date with Tia!
He slammed his hand on the table.
"Tia!"
"I am here!"
A small head popped out from the ground.
"You secretly follow Kahn and release the poison while he's resting!"
"clear!"
Tia immediately dived down.
……
Kahn returned to the small courtyard he had temporarily rented on the outskirts of town and began setting up the ceremony in a fit of rage.
He planned to spend some money to further enhance the effects of the ritual.
That way, even if Su Lan doesn't come, he can take the initiative and bring her over!
Kahn had performed the ceremony many times before, so he knew it very well.
First, inscribe the formation, then prepare the main materials, and finally add the sacrificial offerings...
It sounds simple, but Kahn was busy until evening before he could barely finish.
"The final step is to light the ceremonial candles."
He placed the specially made candle in the center of the formation, then took out a flint to light it, when suddenly the ground cracked open!
A reed pipe emerged from the crack, aimed at his face, and with a "poof," sprayed out a thick cloud of purplish-black mist.
"What is it?"
Kahn was caught off guard and inhaled a small amount, causing his face to flush red and veins to bulge on his forehead.
"Oh no, it's pollution?!"
He was terrified, covered his mouth and nose, and rushed towards the bedroom, his whole body bursting with a blood-red light.
"Where is my anti-pollution agent?"
After rummaging through drawers and cupboards, Kahn breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness there's still some left!"
This level of pollution was indeed not fatal to him.
However, if not treated in time, the pollution will seep into the body and become difficult to get rid of.
Not only is cultivation more difficult, but there is also the risk of pollution outbreaks after accumulating a certain amount!
That's truly hopeless!
When Kahn returned to the living room fully armed, carrying a specially made purifying candlestick, the cracks had vanished without a trace, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.
There seems to be something unclean beneath the surface of this Black Reef Fjord... Could it be some evil spirit that has wandered here?
Kahn was still shaken.
Fortunately, the evil entity did not target him.
After observing cautiously for a moment and confirming that there was no further movement underground, Kahn returned to the formation and took out the flint.
Rustling.
A slight noise came from behind.
A bad feeling crept into Kahn's heart. He raised the purification candlestick and quickly turned around.
Sometime later, a large hole was dug in the ground, with black smoke billowing from the entrance, and a white, furry object flashed by.
"It's not an evil creature, it's a remnant of the race!" Kahn realized with shock.
Ignoring the destruction of the formation, he lunged forward, trying to grab the other person.
The hole had already been sealed off. With a "thud," he crashed into the hard ground, seeing stars.
At the same time, the sound of digging could be heard not far behind them.
Kahn had a premonition that the ritual array he had spent a fortune on might not be able to be preserved.
"You followed me all the way from Sean's territory? You've got it wrong. I'm not an inquisitor; I'm a follower of the Church of the Moon. Strictly speaking, we've always been allies. Let's make a deal: stop messing with me..."
His eyes darted around, and he lay down on the ground, launching a verbal offensive.
However, no one paid him any attention.
The rustling sound continued.
One chased the other, and the whole night passed, leaving Kahn nearly driven to a mental breakdown.