Arthur was able to escape in the chaos. The people that wanted to kill him could only watch him leave.
Someone asked, "Should we chase him?"
Irvin shook his head and said, "No. He is too strong. Now that his feet are on the ground, we stand no chance against him."
"This is why we concocted this plan. There is no need to endanger ourselves now. He won't make it anyway."
A third person asked Irvin, "But will the poison work? He should be dead with all the damage he has taken. No one in the first mortal coil should have been able to stand, much less escape a horde of boars with so many injuries. It is clear that his body is not ordinary. So the poison might not work on him."
Irin said with confidence, "He will surely die. The injuries might not be able to kill him alone, and the poison in the spears might not be able to bring him down. But together, they will surely kill him."
The other person said with some fear. "I hope so."
He truly hoped so because if Arthur could survive, they would have offended a powerful being. There is no way Arthur would let them go, so they would be in danger if he lived.
Irvin also felt fear. As a meticulous man, he wanted to finish off what they started by going after Arthur right now. But he was afraid of dying.
He knows that Arthur has been pushed to the ends of his rope, so Arthur will be desperate. If he appears right now to fight him now, he might lose his life.
It is not a risk he is willing to take. After all, he has already done his best for what he was paid for.
He didn't want to fight Arthur in the first place. That's why he came up with the plan they used.
The original plan was to surround him and fight him in the forest. But they changed that plan after finding out that he managed to kill a ninth transformation python.
That feat of his meant that Arthur was probably at the tenth transformation and would surely be able to kill some of them if they surrounded him. They might succeed in killing him, but that success will come at a terrible cost.
To avoid that cost to their lives, they made and executed an elaborate scheme that will make them avoid the risk of death at his hands.
Now that things have reached this point, he has to believe that the combination of Arthur's injuries and the poison they used will kill him.
According to who they bought the poison from, as long as someone has a body that is at the tenth transformation or less, they will surely die if they take the poison.
The only difference that their cultivation and the amount of poison they take will cause will be a difference in the time they will die.
It is unbelievable that a twelve-year-old would be at the tenth transformation of the first mortal coil. But even if Arthur is at the tenth transformation, the poison should still be able to kill him.
Irvin sighed and said, "A genius died just like that. What then is the fate of us ordinary people?"
He shook his head and left with the others.
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A few days later, Arthur woke up. He found his body bound tight. Even his neck was wrapped tightly by something. The tips of his fingers and his toes were also bound.
Whatever bound him was preventing him from moving. But it couldn't stop his lips from moving and the subsequent groan of pain that he made when he regained sensation of his body.
He felt unprecedented weakness. It is a kind of weakness that he didn't feel on his first day of training.
That time, he felt sore all over. But this time he felt useless.
He was also in so much pain that he wished he were unconscious again.
It was at this time that his mother appeared. She fed him a bowl of an unknown liquid.
She said, "There, there. Take this and sleep."
He tried to talk, but she didn't want him to talk. She kept feeding him the liquid until he fell asleep again.
What she was feeding him contained drugs meant to take away his pain. They also make him fall asleep quickly.
After a while, she will feed him other drugs meant to heal his body and provide nutrients for his body.
She did this for two weeks before Arthur regained the ability to walk. He could walk, but he didn't want to walk because he felt weak and because he didn't have anywhere to go urgently.
Instead, he lay on the bed and asked, "Where am I?"
His throat was a little dry, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke. He didn't sound in good health at all.
Lady Vena curled her lips and said, "What do you mean, where are you? Don't you know who you came running to when you were in trouble?"
"So I came home? How did I do that?"
Lady Vena replied, "You got a carriage to bring you."
He sighed and said, "I can't remember. I thought you came to take me."
Lady Vena asked, "How would I know that you were in trouble? It is not as if I follow you around."
He chuckled and said, "That's not what I meant. I just thought maybe you heard of what happened to me."
Lady Vena nodded in understanding and said, "Speaking of which, what happened to you?"
He said, "I was ambushed in the green forest. Ruff died."
Lady Vena said, "Oh. What a shame."
He nodded in agreement. "It is indeed a shame. But not for long. The people that caused his death will follow him soon."
Lady Vena was silent for a while. Then she said, "Do you intend to do it yourself? I am asking because if you do, then it cannot be soon."