In the tent, Bill Kaiser, who had been paralyzed on the ground for a long time and finally stood up, subconsciously felt numb in his scalp and had a bad premonition after hearing Richard's words, "There is still hope."
In fact, Richard did not think about rescuing Earl Vic. The reason why he said what he just said was mainly because he suspected that Earl Vic was not dead at all.
When swallowed, ordinary medicines must pass through the throat, pass through the esophagus, enter the stomach for digestion, then enter the small intestine and large intestine for absorption, enter the blood circulation system through capillaries, and finally deliver toxins to various parts of the body and cause death. Even potassium cyanide, the most famous potassium cyanide on the modern earth, requires a certain reaction time. Just now, Gwick Caesar swallowed the pill and died immediately. How could it be so fast
Could it be said that this medieval world has developed more advanced suicide poisons than those on modern earth? Or was Vic using a mysterious poison prepared by a wizard
Of course, apart from these two possibilities, which have almost zero probability, one explanation is that this is just an act!
Earl Vic did take the medicine. Maybe the medicine did have some effects, such as numbing the body and weakening breathing, but it would not cause death.
According to some etiquette in the current world, or the demeanor of aristocrats, no matter how great the hatred is, they will not retaliate against the corpse. Since whip corpses do not exist, pretending to be dead is obviously an excellent way to escape.
Richard guessed that Vic was probably planning to pretend to be dead and find a way to escape after being carried out of the tent and thrown out of the camp. The reason why he chose to lie on the ground was probably because he was afraid that the slight rise and fall of his chest would be noticed.
From this perspective, there may be his accomplices among the many nobles who helped him cover up his death. For example, the noble proposed just now is highly suspicious. Of course, it is also possible that he is just a "warm-hearted" person or has been misled and taken advantage of.
Thinking of this, Richard squatted down next to Earl Vic, turned the other person's body over forcefully, and put his fingers on the artery of the other person's neck.
Richard knew that some drugs could reduce the heart rate to once a minute, but in fact, the effect of the drug Earl Vic swallowed was not exaggerated to this extent. After just waiting a little more than a second, Richard I felt my arteries dilate, then contract. The effect was, at best, to lower my heart rate by half.
After the test, Richard stood up and looked at Gro.
Gro looked at it with burning eyes: "How is it, Mr. Richard, is he... dead or not?"
"not dead."
Gro's eyes immediately lit up, and he began to plan various revenge methods in his mind.
"But the medicine does have some effects." Richard said softly, "The specific effects are not yet known, but if you want to interrogate him, it is best to find a way to induce vomiting in him and let him spit out the pills he swallowed. "
"Is that so..." Gro'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 clasping the throat, pressing the stomach, pouring some medicine that can produce nausea, etc. You can choose whatever you want."
"Uh..." Grotto nodded subconsciously.
At this time, one of the many nobles suddenly said: "I heard that feeding horse manure can induce vomiting."
Everyone was stunned, and someone else said: "Isn't that right? Why do I remember that pouring the horse's urine into the mouth has the best effect?"
"No, no, the best way to induce vomiting is to use blackened soil."
"I heard..." The dark medicine of the Middle Ages began to be displayed to its fullest.
Everyone started talking passionately, arguing over whose method was the best.
Bill Caesar stood up in the corner of the tent and couldn't help but said weakly: "Come together, won't it be over after you use them all?"
Everyone was silent, and then turned to look at Gro.
Gro's expression was a little weird at this time, with a bit of hesitation and a bit of excitement. What couldn't be hidden was the expectation of revenge.
"Um, this... isn't it a bit too much..." Gro said a little reservedly, and the next moment he seemed a little afraid that someone would really agree with him, and said quickly, "But it's okay to use it once, just follow what Bill Caesar said. Come."
"Uh, yes." Everyone responded and quickly got ready, looking very positive.
It's no wonder that the nobles are not really evil, but mainly because they are angry that Earl Vic pretended to be dead in order to escape. This not only deceived everyone, but also made everyone feel that the other party had insulted the status of the nobles. This was worse than actually killing Gro, because it would affect the reputation of the nobles in the entire kingdom.
Maybe hundreds of years later, when someone hears the name of the Emerald Kingdom, they will blurt out, "Well, I know it's the kingdom where the nobles are particularly good at pretending to be dead."
This must be punished! No method is too much.
Many nobles went to prepare materials to induce vomiting with justice and indignation. Richard noticed that the corners of the "dead" Earl Vic's mouth twitched.
Obviously, not only was Earl Vic's death faked, but even his coma might have been faked, but Richard didn't bother to tell the truth and stood in the tent calmly watching what tricks the nobles were going to play.
After a while, the prepared nobles returned to the tent. Someone lifted Earl Vic, and someone opened his mouth with force.
With a cry of "Here we come," two young nobles walked in. One of them held a huge iron spoon in his hand, which was filled with various carefully selected emetic substances.
The big black pile is horse manure, the yellow rippling thing is horse urine, and the smelly soil is scattered and dotted around it. In addition, there are...
An indescribable smell spread in the tent. This smell was not just a fishy smell, but more like herrings that had been rotting in the corner for three months, put into socks that had not been washed in three years, and finally ended up in the sewer. Soak for thirty years, then take it out and put it in front of everyone's nose.
The harsh temperature made people's heads hurt. Even though they were several meters away, many nobles already had the urge to vomit. Bill Caesar in the corner was a little stunned, and Gro's expression was not good-looking, but it was a bit vengeful. His mentality did not stop him from continuing, and he said loudly: "Give it to me!"
"yes!"
The young nobleman responded, holding the iron spoon and about to put it into Earl Vic's mouth.
At this time, Earl Vic, who was pretending to be dead and comatose, finally couldn't pretend anymore. He suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the iron spoon, and struggled wildly. At this moment, he really would rather die than be fed this kind of thing.
He resisted with all his might.
But... he is obviously not as strong as the young noble...
"Gudong! Gudong!"
"No... Gudong... Please... Gudong Gudong Gudong!"
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