Magus Tech (Technological Wizard)

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In the tent, Bill Caesar, who had collapsed on the ground for a long time, and finally got up, after listening to Richard's words "there is still help", he subconsciously felt his scalp numb and had a bad premonition.

In fact, Richard didn't think about saving Earl Vic. The reason he said what he just said was mainly because he suspected that Earl Vic was not dead at all.

Ordinary medicines have to pass through the throat, through the esophagus, and into the stomach to be digested, then into the small and large intestines for absorption, and into the blood circulatory system through capillaries. Even the most famous potassium cyanide on the modern earth needs a certain reaction time. Just now, Gweck Kaiser swallowed the pill and died immediately. How could it be so fast?

Could it be that the medieval world has developed more advanced suicide poisons than those on modern Earth? Or was Vic using a mysterious poison prepared by some wizard?

Of course, except for these two possibilities that have almost zero chance, there is an explanation that this is just pretending!

Earl Vic is indeed taking medicine. Maybe the medicine has some effects, such as numbing the body and reducing breathing, but it will not cause death.

According to some etiquette in the current world, or the demeanor of aristocrats, no matter how big the hatred is, it will not retaliate against the corpse. Since whipping corpses does not exist, pretending to be dead is obviously an excellent way to escape.

Richard guessed that Vic was probably going to try to escape after being carried out of the tent and thrown out of the camp by pretending to be dead. The reason why he chose to lie on the ground was probably because he was afraid of being noticed by the slight rise and fall of his chest.

From this point of view, there may be his accomplices among the many nobles who help him cover up his death. For example, the nobles just proposed are very suspicious. Of course, it is also possible that they are simply "warmhearted" or misled by others.

Thinking of this, Richard squatted down next to Earl Vic, turned his body over with force, and put his fingers on the arteries of his neck.

Richard knew that some medicines could reduce the heart rate to once a minute, but in fact, the effect of the medicines swallowed by Earl Vic had not been exaggerated to such an extent. Feel the arteries dilate, then contract, which at best reduces the heart rate in half.

After testing, Richard stood up and looked at Gero.

Gero looked at it with burning eyes: "How is it, Your Excellency Richard, is he... dead?"

"not dead."

Gro's eyes lit up immediately, and he had already started planning various means of revenge in his heart.

"However, the drug does have some effect." Li Cha said softly, "I don't know the specific effect, but if you want to interrogate him, you'd better find a way to induce vomiting and let him spit out the swallowed pills. "

"Is that so..." Groo's eyes flashed, "Then how do you induce vomiting?"

"You don't need to ask me, right? There are too many ways to induce vomiting, such as buckling the throat, pressing the stomach, pouring some medicines that can produce nausea, etc. You can choose."

"Uh..." Groo nodded subconsciously.

At this time, someone among the many nobles suddenly said: "I heard that feeding horse manure can induce vomiting."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then another humane said: "That's not right, how do I remember that the best effect of urging is to pour the horse's urine into the mouth?"

"No, no, the best way to induce vomiting is to use blackened soil."

"I heard..." The dark medicine of the Middle Ages began to show.

Everyone was talking enthusiastically, arguing about whose method would be the best.

Bill Caesar, who stood up in the corner of the tent, couldn't help but say weakly: "Combined,

Is it all over? "

Everyone was silent, and the next moment turned to look at Gero.

At this time, Gero's expression was a bit weird, with a bit of hesitation, and a bit of excitement. What he couldn't hide was the expectation of revenge.

"Uh, this...will it be too much..." Gero said with some restraint, and the next moment seemed to be a little afraid that someone would really agree with him, and said quickly, "But it's okay to use it, just follow Bill Caesar. Come on."

"Uh, yes." Everyone responded and quickly went to prepare, looking very positive.

It's no wonder that it's not that the aristocrats really have bad tastes. The main reason is that they are angry that the Earl Vic used the method of pretending to be dead to prepare to escape. This not only deceived everyone, but also made everyone feel that the other party insulted the identity of the nobles, which was even worse than killing Gero, because it would affect the reputation of the nobles of the entire kingdom.

Maybe a few hundred years later, when someone hears the name of the Emerald Kingdom, they will blurt out "Uh, I know, that is the kingdom where the nobles are especially good at pretending to be dead."

This must be punished! By any means, it is not excessive.

Many nobles went to prepare materials for vomiting with justice and indignation. Richard noticed that the corners of the "dead" Earl Vic's mouth twitched.

Obviously, Earl Vic's death was not only a fake, but even a coma might be faked, but Richard didn't bother to say it, and stood in the tent calmly watching what the nobles were going to do.

After a while, the prepared nobles returned to the tent. Some people lifted Earl Vic, and some people opened their mouths.

With the sound of "come", two young nobles walked in, one of them held a huge iron spoon in his hand, which was filled with various selected emetic substances.

The black lump is horse dung, the yellow rippling is horse urine, and the smelly soil is scattered around and dotted around, besides...

An indescribable smell spread through the tent. This smell was not a single fishy stench. It was more like a rotting herring in the corner for three months, put in socks that had not been washed for three years, and finally in the sewer. Soak it for thirty years, then take it out and send it to everyone's nose.

The nose-piercing temperature made people’s brains hurt. Even if they were separated by a few meters, many nobles had the urge to vomit. Bill Caesar in the corner was a little stunned. Grow’s expression was not good-looking, but it was a bit of revenge. His mentality did not stop it from continuing, and he said, "Give me a boost!"

"Yes!"

The young noble responded, holding an iron spoon and sending it to Count Vic's mouth.

At this time, Earl Vic, who pretended to be dead and comatose, finally couldn't keep it any longer. He suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the iron spoon, and struggled frantically. At this moment, he really would rather die than be fed this kind of thing.

He burst into resistance with all his might.

But...he is obviously not as strong as the young noble...

"Gudong! Gudong!"

"Don't... gu dong... please... gu dong gu dong gu dong!"

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