"It's probably because he's too good and you're worried that you can't control him.
"What you are saying is that I didn't expect that you know more than me at such a young age."
Richelieu smiled modestly and took the opportunity to compliment Dudian.
Anyway, compliments are free and will bring benefits to yourself, no matter who they are.
Friend or enemy.
Seeing that his attitude was so humble and restrained, Du Dian raised his eyebrows slightly, took out a small iron bottle from his pocket, and said: "This is the sleeping medicine.
I have to go out.
You take the medicine and rest here until I come back." " Richelieu glanced at the small black iron bottle in his hand and forced a smile: "I am completely loyal to you and will never betray you.
Besides, we are already standing on the same boat.
If I betray you , It’s a dead end.
It’s impossible for me to return to the monastery.
If you are really worried, you can send someone to monitor me. " "No one here is more powerful than you."
Du Di'an said indifferently: "What you said is right.
If you are really a smart person, you really shouldn't betray me, because then you will die.
But, I can't give up my wealth Can you understand that your life is weighed down on a person who doesn’t know whether he is really smart or really stupid?”
Richelieu was speechless and said with a wry smile: "Okay, I'll take it."
He took the small iron bottle, unscrewed it, and poured out two dark pills.
The pills exuded a strange fragrance.
He took a look at it and threw it away.
In the entrance.
"The weight is not enough."
Dudian said: "Although this is made by a great potion master, just one pill can make a high-level hunter comatose, but your physique is much higher.
You don't have to be polite with this bottle."
The corner of Richelieu's mouth twitched slightly.
Seeing Dudian's unquestionable gaze, he knew that it was useless to talk.
He immediately poured the whole bottle into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it slowly.
At the same time, he hid some behind the alveolus in his mouth, hoping to swallow it.
The lower part will not let yourself fall asleep.
Soon, deep sleep slowly came over him.
Richelieu sighed secretly, pretending to be extremely sleepy, turned around and walked to the sofa, leaned his body and fell on the sofa.
Soon he began to snore slightly.
"It works really fast."
Nicotine next to him exclaimed.
Dudian glanced at Richelieu's feet and said indifferently: "Just pretend to be asleep.
Go and get the things from my basement."
"Pretending to sleep" Nicotine was stunned for a moment.
He noticed where Dudian had glanced.
He turned around and quickly woke up.
He saw Richelieu's body lying upright on the sofa.
Although he fell asleep quickly, he fell down.
But the posture is correct, and the distance between the soles of the feet and the sofa is very close.
He just had to take off his shoes.
How can a person who is so sleepy that he falls down have the mind to consider the sleeping position of falling down?
Thinking of this, when he saw Richelieu still pretending to sleep on the sofa, his face showed a trace of strangeness.
He didn't expect that the Pope would be so embarrassed.
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At the same time, I admire Dudian a little.
If it were him, he would never have noticed at a glance that the Pope was pretending to sleep.
He had never even thought that such a legendary figure with a halo could actually pretend.
"Why are you still standing there?"
Dudian frowned.
Nicotine said quickly: "Yes."
He quickly walked to the basement and returned quickly, holding several syringes in his hand.
Dudian grabbed one casually.
Inside was a light green liquid, which was also the liquid form after the decomposition of mulberry leaves.
This liquid body is different from the hay body made into "cigarettes".
First of all, it takes effect quickly and is directly injected into the blood.
Unless someone has the ability to control the blood in the body, it will be difficult to get rid of the mulberry leaf component in the blood.
There is no way to get rid of this need.
Cigarettes made of hay require a certain amount of inhalation to accumulate certain components in the blood, making them addictive and slow to take effect.
However, the advantage is that they are quick and convenient to make and can dispose of the liquid residue without wasting it.
For those who are already addicted, hay-based cigarettes are more effective, like the primer of a bomb, which can directly detonate the strong thirst in their blood.
Dudian stepped forward and lifted one of Richelieu's arms, tightened it with his hands, and soon saw the prominent veins.
He aimed at the veins and injected it, saying, "Whether you are pretending to sleep or not depends on your performance."
Richelieu was shocked when he heard Du Dian say "pretend to sleep".
At this moment, he peeked at what Du Dian injected into himself, and his heart became even colder.
He didn't expect this kid to be so hateful and willful.
Soon, the unbearable but somehow pleasurable itch slowly crawled out of the body.
This time it was even stronger than the last time, spreading from the internal organs to the whole body.
It seemed that all parts were being eaten by countless insects.
The bite is unbearable.
He tried his best to endure it, but his body was shaking slightly uncontrollably.
He knew he could no longer hide it, so he simply sat up, scratching his arms, neck and other parts with both hands, and begged Dudian: "I was wrong. , please, give me the antidote, I know I was wrong."
"You're really not smart."
Dudian shook his head slightly.
Richelieu couldn't care less about Dudian's ridicule.
He felt itchy all over his body and wanted to peel off his own skin.
His eyes turned red.
He pulled Dudian's arm and begged: "Please, give it to me."
I’ll give you the antidote, please.”
"If you are willing to kneel down and show your complete surrender, I can consider it."
Dudian said indifferently.
Hearing Dudian's words, Nicotine next to him was so frightened that he asked the Pope to kneel down.
Richelieu froze, looking up at Dudian in disbelief, but he saw that the young man's expression seemed to be eternal ice, extremely indifferent.
He was angry in his heart, let go of Dudian's hand, lowered his head in a low voice, and said tightly Grit your teeth.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Richelieu felt that the strange itch on his body was getting stronger and stronger.
On the contrary, the previous strong humiliation and anger became weaker and weaker, slowly fading away.
In the end, only the thoughts of strange itch were left in his mind.
He couldn't help it.
He reached out and scratched his whole body again, and his nails quickly scratched the skin, but he didn't feel pain, but felt a sense of relief.
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He gritted his teeth and kept scratching.
Soon, he felt something sticky and hot on his fingers.
When he looked down, he was startled.
He saw that his arms were covered with blood marks.
Some places had been scratched very deeply, and the flesh and blood were blurred.
But But he felt no pain at all.
"If I continue like this, I will scratch myself to death."
Such a thought came to his mind and he stopped immediately, but the itching all over his body became more intense, as if his whole heart was being eaten by insects, and the itching was unbearable.
He couldn't help but shrink into a ball, as if this could alleviate the feeling.
"I'll give you three more minutes to think about it."
Dudian's voice sounded.
Richelieu was lying on the bright red carpet next to the sofa.
When he heard the sound, he raised his head and looked forward with difficulty.
He saw Dudian standing a few meters away, holding a cigarette rolled in expensive snow paper in his hand.
Inhaling lightly, the misty smoke was inhaled from his mouth and exhaled, making it look a little blurry.
The cigarette that Dudian smoked was not made from mulberry leaf, but a cigarette that he made individually that was truly similar to the old era.
It was less harmful and less addictive, making it easy to quit.
Seeing Dudian sucking a cigarette, Richelieu instantly felt as if there were countless bugs crawling on his throat, and the itching was unbearable.
He couldn't help but want to scratch his throat, but thinking of the shocking blood stains on his arms, he still held back and tried his best to scratch his throat.
He beat the ground and roared in a low voice.
At this moment, he had no thought at all about why Dudian took the "antidote" instead of being poisoned.
"The last minute."
Dudian took out a mulberry leaf cigarette from his pocket and rolled it on papyrus.
He walked up to Richelieu, loosened his fingers, and the cigarette fell to the ground.
When Richelieu saw the fallen cigarette, his eyes widened instantly and he quickly reached out to pick it up.
Before his palm could touch it, the toe of a leather shoe stepped on the cigarette, twisted it slightly, flattened the cigarette, and then slowly moved it away.
Richelieu stared at this scene blankly, and suddenly felt an unstoppable anger and humiliation welling up in his chest.
He raised his head suddenly and glared at Dudian with red eyes, but what he saw was still the cold and cold face. face.
He gritted his teeth, even bared his teeth, wanting to punch and smash this face into pieces, but he knew that he would be defeated before he could hit him.
Time passed slowly in a stalemate, and the humiliation and anger slowly weakened again.
The hunger, thirst and desire turned into the voice of the devil, repeatedly hypnotizing himself in his mind.
As long as he took a breath, he would be free.
No one here sees me, I haven’t lost face Besides, I had already lost to him and had no face to save.
His boots are clean and not dirty He slowly stretched out his hand, tremblingly, picked up the flattened cigarette, and held it in his palm.
There was a trace of moisture in his eyes, and at the same time he felt strong hatred and murderous intent, but he lowered his head.
Don't dare to let Dudian notice.
With a click, a box of matches was thrown in front of him.
Dudian turned back to Hailisa at the door and said to Nicotine: "Go to the basement to get another bottle of sleeping pills."
"Yes."
Nicotine hurriedly agreed.
After speaking, he secretly glanced at the Pope who had already been kneeling on the ground without knowing it.
There was a bit of complexity and fear in his eyes.
Richelieu couldn't wait to light the cigarette, put it in his mouth and took a big puff.
He instantly felt as if he had been lifted from hell to heaven.
The unbearable itching and the crazy feeling of emptiness disappeared instantly, leaving only the light and comfortable feeling of falling into the clouds.
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Feeling, without any pain, as if the soul has left the body and soars in the sky.
Dudian looked at Richelieu's intoxicated face, and there was a hint of touch in his eyes.
He knew that the two injections of mulberry leaf liquid had completely penetrated into his blood, and he could no longer quit, and after each injection, Later, when he became addicted to drugs, he pushed him to the limit again and again, and finally gave him mulberry leaf in the form of hay.
This kind of drug withdrawal and relapse would only make the drug addiction worse. , more difficult to resist Moreover, the effect of this thing has been reflected.
It not only makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves, but also consumes a person's willpower, spirit and other aspects.
After Nicotine retrieved the sleeping pill, Dudian asked him to give it to Richelieu who had finished smoking mulberry leaf cigarettes.
Soon, Richelieu fell asleep.
Dudian said a few words to Nicotine, and then led Halisa out of the castle.
In an old castle in the small town of Loen.
This is a small town surrounding the prosperous West District of the commercial district.
Although it is a town, it is extremely prosperous.
The people living in this small town are either rich or noble.
Priests from the Tribunal, priests from the Holy See of Light, and others can be seen everywhere on the streets.
With the patrolling soldiers, the security here is very safe.
There have been no attacks by dark cultists in more than ten years, let alone bandits, thieves and other incidents.
The lord of the town is the Lukelan family.
This surname is extremely famous and is almost unknown among the upper-class noble circles.
Lukelanster, one of the eight cardinals of the Holy See of Light, is the contemporary patriarch of the family.
At this moment, under the main castle of the Luclan Family Castle, warm cheers sounded outside a round platform.
This is an extremely spacious underground square, built exactly like the arena outside, with a high dome inlaid with Densely packed with valuable fluorescent stones, the shimmering light cast by them illuminates the inside relatively brightly, but at the same time it's a bit dark and hazy.
At this moment, on the round stage of the arena surrounded by iron wires, a strong man nearly two meters tall was fighting with a petite woman less than 1.7 meters tall.
This woman had a wheat complexion and brown hair.
At first glance, she was from a civilian background.
There were many scars on her body, but the most eye-catching thing was her clothing, which was extremely revealing.
She only wore a tube top on her upper body and a pair of short underwear on her lower body.
The strong man's attire was equally simple, with his upper body naked and his lower body in shorts, revealing muscles as swollen as a horned dragon, like a humanoid tank.
"Kill kill kill" "beat her to death" "Kill this bitch" There was a burst of cheers and shouts from the audience, and some people covered their mouths with their hands as microphones to make their voices louder.
Most of these people have blond hair, wear expensive silk clothes, gold, silver, jade and other accessories.
They have extraordinary temperament, but at this moment they are like a group of bulls in heat, shouting crazily at the top of their lungs. bang The strong man seized the opportunity and punched the woman in the abdomen with his fist.
The woman suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and bent her body into a shrimp.
The strong man had a ferocious face and showed no mercy.
He grabbed her hair and punched her in the face.
With a bang, the woman's nose bones were broken and blood flowed freely.
Seeing this fierce battle with huge disparity in strength, the cheers from the audience became even crazier.
Countless people shouted excitedly.
At the same time, some people threw gold coins on the barbed wire.
The sound of the gold coins falling on the stage was very pleasant.
"Hit, hit her chest" "Beat this bitch to death and crush her body."
The audience roared with excitement
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