Chapter 2501 Palridge

poison antidote

goblin dwarf

Why does it sound so familiar, as if I have seen a similar scene somewhere before?

Master Dewey continued: "Later, for some unknown reason, my close friend actually moved away from the old location. From then on, he completely severed contact with Fort Vicky. Although I sent people to search for him in many ways, there is no trace of him after so many years."

With a faint sigh, Master Dewey said melancholy: "I wonder if that dear friend is still in the world. If he is still alive, how will he live?"

"Um, adoptive father, I would like to ask, what is the name of your best friend?"

"His surname has been taken away and all that remains is his first name. His name is Pallic."

"Palridge. Palridge, Patchpatch? Old Patch?!" I was suddenly startled and blurted out, "Is his wife's name Trish?"

Master Dewey was obviously startled. After a while, he said calmly: "How do you know?"

"Would that kind of poison make people lose weight day by day, until all organs completely fail and then they will truly die?"

Master Dewey's red eyes widened and he looked at me in disbelief: "Why do you know so much about it in detail?"

I chuckled lightly and said, "If I'm not mistaken, your adoptive father, your best friend, is my fiancée's uncle."

Master Dewey's eyes became even wider, and his eyeballs seemed to pop out of their sockets.

His hands were trembling, and the expensive wine was tumbling and rolling as it trembled, overflowing the rim of the cup and spilling onto the thick carpet.

His lips were also trembling. He seemed to be saying something more than being excited, but the uncontrollable emotion was like a large plug, tightly blocking his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe and make a sound.

Master Dewey stood up suddenly and took deep breaths. He took deep breaths dozens of times. The excitement like a storm finally calmed down.

"He, where is he?" Master Dewey threw away the crystal cup, grabbed my arm, and said tremblingly: "Quick, take me to see him!"

"Now?"

"Now! Immediately! Immediately!"

Master Dewey said anxiously: "I can't wait any longer!"

"Okay, foster father, I understand."

Smiling and nodding, I walked quickly towards the door.

After leaving the room, there was a waiter on night duty standing at the door. Seeing us coming out, he hurriedly bowed to say hello.

"Clean up the room, replace the carpet, etc. Take the replaced carpet home and give it to you."

The waiter almost fainted with excitement. When we were quite far away, he fell to his knees with a plop, kowtowing and thanking us profusely.

My heart didn't waver at all for the waiter's violent reaction. It was so normal. Although this carpet had been stained by Master Dewey, its purchase price was more than 100,000 gold coins. If it were cleaned, it would be put at a second-hand auction. , it can be sold for at least tens of thousands of gold coins.

According to the price standards of Zefeng Continent, one gold coin can barely afford an ordinary adult to live for one year, and the assets of tens of thousands of gold coins are enough for an ordinary household to live the life of a small noble.

If you are willing to spend money, you can even buy aristocratic status and escape from the ordinary class.

How could the waiter be unhappy when an ordinary civilian family suddenly got the opportunity to be promoted to the aristocratic class?

But I do regret it, not because of the carpet, but because I am worried that he will be too happy and become a madman like Fan Jin.

Moonlight City in the middle of the night is quieter, more natural, more beautiful and more terrifying than the nights in any other country.

Yes, you read that right, it’s scary.

Although the nights in other towns are not quiet, and there are not so many natural things, let alone beautiful, at least there are night markets with people coming and going, noisy neighbors, pubs having fun, drinking, singing and laughing, and bustling and smoky streets. Gambling houses, these all add a lot of popularity to the quiet night.

But the nights in Moonlight City were quiet. There were no drinkers drinking and singing, no dealers shaking dice and shouting, and not even a single passerby.

In fact, not seeing a human figure is not the scariest thing. If you can see a human figure in the streets of Moonlight City in the dark and windy night, that is the most terrifying thing - you have no way of judging whether the other person is a friend or an enemy.

The quiet night, the rustling of the swaying branches on both sides of the road, and the strange shadows reflected by the faint moonlight formed a horrifying picture, which frightened Master Dewey out of his drunken state.

He held his hands and shrank his neck, and his eyes were darting around. It was obvious that Master Dewey was extremely frightened. If I hadn't been by his side, he would have been so frightened that he fled back to the airship.

After walking for a while, Master Dewey asked nervously: "How far is it?"

"It's quite far." He pointed to the distance: "When you get to the residential area, go forward two hundred meters and turn to the left."

Master Dewey did not speak. He glanced at me, shuddered, and continued to follow me silently.

It’s true that we walk fast at night. It usually takes an hour to walk, but we arrived in only forty minutes.

Looking at the rows of treehouses, Master Dewey finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although there were no lights in the treehouses, at least he was in a residential area. If an accident occurred, he could wake up the surrounding residents with just a shout.

Even if the siege cannot be solved, at least there are more people and the sound is more powerful.

When we arrived at the residential area, we continued walking forward, crossed a few streets, and turned to the left. A tree house that was too ordinary to be ordinary appeared in front of us.

"Well, foster father, this is their home."

Pointing to the tree house, I stepped forward, ready to knock on the door.

As soon as he raised his hand, he heard a low voice behind him: "Wait!"

Turning his head in confusion, he saw Master Dewey standing there with a troubled face, seemingly at a loss.

"What's the matter, foster father?" I asked in a low voice.

Master Dewey waved his hand: "Get out of the way, I'll do it."

I obeyed the order and stepped aside. I leaned against the wall and silently watched Master Dewey who was standing in front of the door with his arms raised but unwilling to fall down. I felt anxious but couldn't do anything, so I had to continue leaning against him. On the wall, waiting silently.

Master Dewey's movements were like a robot that was about to run out of power. He kept repeating regular movements: stepping on his feet, raising his arms, raising his hands, then lowering his arms in despair, retracting his steps, lowering his head, meditating, and cheering himself up.

The longer the action lasts, the less sad it becomes and more funny.

But I can't laugh, I can only wait, because this step is very important, at least to Master Dewey. It determines whether Master Dewey can take a step out of his psychological shadow and get rid of the nightmare that has plagued him for many years.