《The Putrid Assassin (Complete)》Chapter #11
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The next day when I woke up I went to the graveyard again. And I was the first one there that night. I watched as the ice queen walked up the path with her chest making a little bounce every time she took a step up the stairs.
"Noona are you ready to help me get my revenge?"
If you keep staring at my chest there is no way I'll help you" she replied
Well I would stare at your beautiful eyes but you always keep them hidden" I said laying the praise on thick.
She responded with "your chance at revenge will all depend on you."
"That's all I've ever had to depend on in my life," I said as old thoughts of melancholy emerged in my mind.
"I know you were startled when you saw my eyes. They are my gift and curse. When I was young I was raised in a powerful clan. Each soul plate I developed had a sickly color of green. My clan recognized that it was a special ability. When my fourth soul plate came into existence they all combined together and formed a singular plate with a green dragon on it. The ability that I was granted because of this was the ability to craft poison that was capable of killing very powerful people and my clan used my skills to kill all of there enemy. But every life the poison reaps is reflected in my eyes for my whole life."
Why didn't you tell me about this earlier noona. Do you know what this means to me?" I spoke
Because there are requirements and dangers of walking down this path. You can turn into an old perverted man but you lack wisdom. My poison comes at a cost. She said with a sigh.
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What is the cost? As long as it is not too big I can pay it. I have a few gold coins I *ahem* liberated. I said
The cost is something you can't pay for in gold. Depending on the type of poison various herbs and corpse are required. It all depends on who you want to kill she said indifferently. So then my question is who do you want to kill and so you want them to to be paralyzed and how long do you want before the poison kicks in.
Well, the bitch that I want to kill is in a high-class faction in a medium-sized city.
No wonder you have been so gloomy that would seem like an impossible task on your own." She said
I want the poison to not kick in for an hour and then I want there to be a paralysis effect for 30 minutes and then death and it has to be fairly potent. I want the people that sent me to the battlefield to realize who it is that is sending them to the grave." I said
Well, I can make it for you but I need materials. The herbs that are required are paralysis flower, poison vine, and tart flower. She said this I could feel those green eyes staring at me from beneath the hood.
Where can I get these things?" I asked
You can get them in the forest but you should wait until you get stronger till you attempt to go into the forest there are some beast kings there that even the royal knights of the army dare not bother.
I started to walk down the path towards my post.
When a voice rang out from behind me " don't you dare go into the forest and abandon your post."
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I wouldn't dare die and leave you in this miserable place noona." I replied
When I got to my post I walked right past it and into the forest my goal was the tart flower. I knew that it grew on the edge of the forest in the trees. If I was careful I should be able to at least get that. Although I have no idea how i was gonna get the corpse of a level four creature.
I scampered around the forest floor looking for the tart flower. When I put all my quix into my skin it allowed me to feel the presence of the creatures of the forest.
I was walking through th forest looking around until something caught my eye. In the nook of the tree, I saw a tart flower growing, and around it was wrapped a spring snake. The snake was a level one beast that was capable of high speed movement by using its tail to launch itself.
I walked backwardS picked up a rock and threw it at the snake. It hit near him and he woke up and his slit eyes stared at me. I went to pick up another rock and instantly he launched himself at me. I activated my ability and in the bright flash that accompanied my transformation, I sidestepped the snake grabbed the flower, and ran out of the forest. I got back to my post and sat there for the rest of the night thinking about how I had come to a small step closer to my goal.
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