This is something that could not happen. Alpha is very clear... Without the antidote, the effect of the potion will never fade - but the situation in front of him is indeed incomprehensible. Duke Angma seemed to have begun to regain some consciousness three days ago. No matter how much potion he gave the other party, it would not work. When he walked into the room yesterday, the duke even asked a question like "Where is Sally?" clearly!

Alpha, who encountered this for the first time, was so scared that he almost threw the food out.

After such a situation, every time he walked into this bedroom was a torment for Alpha, he was afraid that one day the duke would suddenly completely get rid of the effects of the potion and regain consciousness - what should he do if that happens?

Kill him first? No, Lord Ansardin will definitely not spare himself...

When such thoughts lingered in his mind, he had already come behind Duke Angma and gently put the food aside. He was about to say something when he saw the old man in front of the window slowly turning his head, blinking a few times, and whispering: "Alpha, has Sally not come back yet?"

He asked Sally about the situation first, and it was like this several times in a row. Alpha naturally understood what this meant. He adjusted his mood and whispered: "Miss is still in the monastery. I have sent someone to inform her of your improvement in your condition. I believe she will be back soon."

"Oh? So... that's fine, that's fine."

The consciousness did not fully recover, but he just remembered some things and couldn't figure it out in a vague way. Duke Angma's state at this time seemed to be half-dream and half-awake, and what he said was also instinct.

"The food is ready, I'll help-"

Before he finished speaking, Alpha looked at the skinny Duke Angma in front of him in a daze, and slowly stood up because the other party was supporting his body.

Although he was shocked, Alpha still gritted his teeth and walked to Angma a few steps, helped him walk to the dining table and sat down. Then he continued to keep a stunned expression and looked at the old man who could not eat or use a fork before and ate all the food in front of him in one breath!

The soup that was loaded with the medicine was picked up by Angma and drank it. The old man wiped his mouth, as if he was so refreshing when he was young. Alpha even wondered if he had made the medicine wrong, but then he thought it was impossible because there was no antidote in his hand!

What the hell is going on?

Angma's face has improved a lot in the past few days, and even his body, which is similar to a skeleton, has gradually recovered a little bit of anger. Alpha feels that his efforts over the past five or even ten years are gradually becoming a bubble - and the result of failure is definitely something he cannot bear.

What to do What to do...

He was anxious, but no sweat was oozing from his forehead. He frowned slightly, packed the tableware with a little slow movement, glanced at the old duke, and found that the other party closed his eyes and breathed slowly. The breath was many times stronger than the previous "qi like a gossip".

Otherwise, I would report it to Lord Ansadin?

Alpha thought this way, and after helping the duke sit on the bed, he turned around and left, but after leaving the room, he suddenly remembered something - the old duke seemed to have used the toilet more times in the past few days than before?

Usually, the servants were responsible for these things, so he did not dare to confirm them for a moment. After having such thoughts in his heart, he immediately walked towards the servant's room downstairs, preparing to confirm such facts as soon as possible.

If it is true, it proves that the duke is really taking the medicine or something out of his sight.

He strode and closed the door behind him, but did not notice that outside the window beside him, there were hands gently slid against the eaves at the edge...

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Roddy seemed to be familiar with his movements as he turned over and climbed into the balcony of the Duke's Mansion.

I used to do things like climbing stairs and windows in the game. Because of the previous ranger profession, the first thing Roddy had to do in every battle was to find commanding heights and cover to confirm his maximum lethality - so let alone climbing such a three-story mansion, even if you climb the "Rose Cross" Monastery Cathedral that is dozens of meters high, it is still something you can do in minutes.

After jumping gently to the balcony, he reached out and pulled the scimitar on his back. Because today's action was to sneak in, he did not carry the short bow that was in the way of climbing the stairs, but only carried a scimitar and dagger as a weapon for emergency use... After all, this is the Duke's Mansion, with strong guards and strong guards. It seems easy to sneak in, but in fact, one wrong step is the result of being beaten to death. If there was no necklace that could be used to stealth, Roddy would not have chosen this troublesome and clumsy method.

He also understood that it was impossible for him to fight anyone in the Duke's Mansion. After all, once the security in this mansion was alarmed, his current strength would not be able to kill him at all, and it would be useless to bring any weapons.

Walking from the balcony into the bedroom, the candles inside were shaking because of the breeze blowing from the window. Roddy saw the old duke lying on the bed, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, and had no unnecessary reaction to Roddy's arrival.

"The last bottle is here, I have to get up after drinking it."

Roddy was not worried that someone would come in and find him at this time, because he had been observing for a long time before entering for the first time. Once the old duke fell asleep, no one would come in to disturb him until dawn. So at this time, he took out the medicine leisurely, walked to Duke Angma, bent down, and patted the other person's face-"Hey, he woke up, it's time to take medicine."

The sound of "pa" slapping my hand on my face was very crisp. If any servant from the Duke's Mansion was present, they would probably be frightened by Roddy's behavior. But Roddy, who was holding the antidote in his hand, knew that the other party would not have much consciousness at this time. Seeing that the other party opened his eyes in a daze, he directly reached out to help the old man up and sat on the bed, and while pulling out the bottle plug, he muttered to himself...

"I'm the last bottle today, try to wake up early."

"I really don't understand how you raised your son. I taught such a traitor."

"Is your power network big? The undead came up and found you to use this potion..."

"I can't figure it out. If this potion is just to kill you, I'll just find a reason to stab you to death. Is it necessary to have to do it for so many years?"

Holding the potion in his hand and feeding Angma bit by bit, Roddy actually had a lot of doubts in his heart. The effect of the "soul extraction potion" in his memory seemed to be to make people die silently, but when he thought about it carefully, this costly project was too big. He had been working for several years just to starve people to death silently? All poisons are more refreshing than this thing.

Maybe the undead have other intentions?

There were many speculations in my mind, but none of them seemed reliable. Roddy looked down at the old duke. The latter looked at him with a little confused look, but obediently drank all the potion.

"It should be no problem to see if you recover from your health like this. Drink less alcohol, drink more water, eat more vegetables, pay attention to your diet, and don't forget to exercise." Roddy reached out and took out the letter he wrote, raised it in front of the duke, and stuffed it under the other party's pillow. "If you have time, find out the guy who poisoned you, and I won't continue to be Lei Feng-oh, actually I am not Lei Feng, just don't forget that I helped you. Consider your daughter and son's affairs carefully. I personally am optimistic about Sally, and I believe you are the same."

He reached out and patted the duke on the shoulder, and Roddy smiled. This kind of nonsense was just a habit of relieving loneliness and boredom, and he didn't expect the other party to understand it.

Raising his hand, pressing the other person on the bed, letting him continue to sleep, Roddy turned to the balcony to leave... But at this moment, there were sudden rushing footsteps outside the bedroom-

This was a situation that Roddy didn't expect, because the steps outside sounded like he was about to hit the door and rushed in. However, he did not seem panic--when he came here, Roddy had already made several preparations for similar situations, so he reacted instantly after being stunned for a half-second.

The dagger appeared in his hand, his wrist trembled flexibly, and the cold light that came out shot straight towards the only candle in the house. At the same time, Roddy had already whispered: "ol'!"

While the stealth technique took effect, the flying dagger had already cut off the burning candle head on the candlestick with a "pop" sound - the entire bedroom was trapped in darkness, and just as the dagger was nailed into the wall, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open!

"Who is it!"

In the darkness, the deep questioning voice was extremely angry. Roddy held his breath and leaned back, holding the scimitar he was carrying. With the slight light of the fireplace in the living room outside the door, he could see that the person standing in front of him was not someone else but a butler's robe.

He also knew about this person's information when he investigated the Duke's Mansion before, but after the "Riddle" in his memory was opened, the Duke's Mansion in Hollier City no longer had such a person, so Roddy didn't know him at this time. He rushed in so quickly when the other party was worried about the Duke's safety - after all, there were some clues about what he did, and it was not difficult for this old housekeeper who always stayed with the Duke to find out.

Thinking of this in his heart, Roddy had no intention of killing people to silence the silence. He just slowly retreated, trying to stay away from the butler to reduce the chance of being discovered. However, before he could take a few steps, the raucous words of the butler made him frown...

"Who is it... damn it! damn it!"

"Someone must give you a medicine to learn about it! That must be the case!"

"Mr. Ansardin won't forgive me... Damn..."

The butler paced back and forth in the darkness. Roddy saw through the dim light that the other party was holding a long sword in his hand - it looked like the decorative sword hanging on the wall. He walked to Duke Angma's bed several times, and he was carrying the sword and hesitating whether he should stab it!
Chapter completed!