Dahlia Nicholson and Dustin Rhys

Chapter 115

“WHAT? HUMAN EXCREMENT?”

As soon as Quentin heard this, he immediately started dry heaving next to Dustin.

But since the poison was already in his stomach, he couldn’t spit it out even if he wanted to, his face flu

shed

red instead.

Before this, the phrase ‘eat

shit‘ had only been a suggestion, but he couldn’t believe that it had actually happened to him.

“I didn’t expect Dustin to be so heartless by forcing our cousin to eat shit. How is he going to eat anythi

ng else from now on?” Ruth commented as she covered her nose with her hands. She then

started to move away

from them with a look of disgust.

“For all the shit he spews out from his mouth, I think this is a most fitting punishment.” Natasha couldn’t

help but add fuel to the fire too.

“How dare you

trick me, you little bastard!” Quentin roared as he raised his head. His expression darkened and his gaz

e was murderous.

He had never been humiliated this badly in all his life.

“Since we were tasked with making poison, I had the freedom to choose my own recipe, so I was allow

ed to add any ingredient I saw fit inside, no?” Dustin stated matter–of–factly.

“Good, good! You’ve got some nerve, don’t you?” Quentin shouted, his face contorted with anger.

“I can’t wait to see you begging at my feet later once the poison kicks into your system!”

“We’ll certainly see who will be the one who gets down on their knees later. Now, you’d better ask the p

eople

around you whether they can cure the poison I made or not.” Dustin grinned.

“Give me the antidote now, Mr. Wangley!” Quentin urged.

He certainly didn’t want his high–class body to suffer any more damage.

“Calm down, Mr. Harmon. Let me take a look at you first,” Mr. Wangley picked up the bottle with the re

st of the

poison and brought it close to his nose to smell it.

Then, he dipped his finger into the remaining liquid and placed a drop on the tip of his tongue to taste it.

“Here I was beginning to think it was some kind of potent poison. Who would’ve guessed that it was Ve

nenum

Insectum all along?” Mr. Wangley chuckled. It seemed he had found his answer.

““Venenum Insectum‘? What’s that?” Quentin asked.

“Venenum Insectum‘ is a poison that’s made from seven types of

venomous organisms. They’re first ground

into a fine powder, then mixed together. If I’m not mistaken, the organisms in question are snakes, scor

pions, toads, centipedes, spiders, poisonous bees, and fire ants,” Mr. Wangley explained with confiden

ce.

“Are you for real? You got all that from tasting one small droplet?” Ruth asked incredulously.

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If he had the skills to figure out Dustin’s recipe like that, that would mean that he was pretty much an ex

pert

as well.

“As expected of a poison master, you clearly are an expert in your field,” Dustin remarked with a smile.

He had to admit that Mr. Wangley was indeed talented, but it was a shame that he was so close yet so

far

once again, mistaking his concoction for Venenum Insectum instead of Venenum Insectim.

The golden juice was merely added in for extra flavor.

“Will you stop spewing nonsense to yourself already, Mr. Wangley? Hurry up and make me an antidote.

My

stomach is starting to hurt again.” Quentin whined as he clutched his abdomen with a strained look.

His stomach had begun to churn again two minutes later.

“Wait for me while I whip up an antidote for you, Mr. Harmon.” Mr. Wangley swiftly started preparing an

antidote with the ingredients that remained.

“H–Hurry up! It’s getting more and more painful by the second!” Quentin howled in pain.

The longer time went

on, he felt as if there was a knife inside his abdomen that kept stabbing his insides. He

started to break out in a cold sweat.

In the meantime, Dustin looked absolutely fine and showed no abnormal symptoms, so much so that h

e

managed to sip his tea leisurely.

“H–how are you not affected?” Quentin stuttered, visibly taken aback.

Dustin had drunk the poison first, so why was it that he seemed like he wasn’t affected by it in the slight

est?

“I’ve already gotten rid of the poison in my system. So, how could I still be affected?”

“You’ve already concocted an antidote? But how? You didn’t do anything!” Quentin spat in disbelief.

“That’s not for you to worry about. Why don’t you focus on your case first? Like what you’re going to do

if the

person standing next to you can’t cure the poison,” Dustin suggested with mock concern.

“The poison I conjured up was a rough one, by the way. It’ll

induce searing pain first, and if you fail to obtain

the antidote within three hours, then it’ll tear through your guts and intestines and cause you to die a ho

rrible

death!”

“What!” Quentin gasped and panicked.

His stomach was already hurting badly before this, but after receiving a scare from Dustin, it seemed to

hurt

even more.

“I’ve got the antidote for you, Mr. Harthon!” Mr. Wangley announced as he brought a vial of white liquid

over to

him in the nick of time.

Without any hesitation, Quentin downed the whole thing in one gulp..

As soon as the antidote landed in his stomach, he immediately felt better.

However, after enduring the pain for a few seconds, he vomited all the white liquid out of his system.

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“What are you doing, Mr. Harmon? You just threw up the antidote!” Mr. Wangley exclaimed in surprise. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“I–I couldn’t help it. I really couldn’t hold it in!” Quentin whined helplessly.

“You could even stomach eating shit, so why

can’t you do the same for the antidote?” Mr. Wangley scolded, flabbergasted.

“Cut the crap! Hurry up and prepare another dose, I’ll make sure to hold it in this time round,” Quentin s

houted

as his face twitched.

Mr. Wangley had no choice but to do as he was told.

Soon, he’d finished whipping up another dose, and Quentin wasted no time ingesting it.

This time, he managed to hold it in.

“My stomach still hurts like hell, Mr. Wangley. Why haven’t the effects kicked in yet?” Quentin complain

ed with a strained look on his face.

“It can’t be, the main

ingredients to make an antidote for Venenum Insectum are forsythia, lotus root, and white creepers. Th

en, it just needs to be supplemented with a few herbs and heated up, to be able to detoxify

the poison. Perhaps the effects of the antidote haven’t kicked in yet, so I’ll need you to wait a little while

longer,” Mr. Wangley comforted.

Quentin nodded and forced

himself to endure the severe pain for a few more minutes. His face even started

contorting to reflect the indescribable pain he was feeling as time went on.

“Mr. Wangley! I don’t think this was the right antidote! Not only did it do nothing to ease the pain, but it a

lso

hurts even more now!” Quentin shouted through gritted teeth and continued to be drenched in sweat.

“How could this be?” Mr. Wangley stepped forward to check Quentin’s pulse.

“D–don’t tell me this isn’t Venenum Insectum?” Mr. Wangley exclaimed.

“Huh? Then what about the antidote that you gave me just now?” Quentin roared in anger.

“What else did you put in your poison, you bastard? I clearly saw you add venomous creepy crawlies in

side!” Mr. Wangley turned around and questioned.

“The kind of

ingredients I used isn’t the main focus here. The real question should be whether you can get rid

of the poison or not,” Dustin said indifferently.

“You played dirty, didn’t you? So be it! Even if this ends up in a tie, as long as you hand me the antidote

. I’ll

give you the

antidote for the Devil’s Elixir!” Mr. Wangley proposed as he made the decision to be the bigger

person.

If he’d concocted the poison using a different recipe, then he would need to take the time to analyze it p

roperly. But now that Quentin was writhing in pain, he didn’t have the luxury to take his time.

It would be bad for him too if his source of income were to disappear just like that.

“You want the antidote, don’t you? Fine.” A cocky grin spread on Dustin’s face.

“According to what you said to me earlier, I want the same back from you. I want you to kneel down bef

ore me

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and admit defeat. After that, I’ll give you the antidote.”

The second he finished his sentence, Quentin and Mr. Wangley’s expressions changed.