Norton extracted a crystal from his bosom and then crushed it violently.
This was the primer for a secret medicine he had made Shiayar take earlier.
In principle, as soon as this primer shattered, the secret medicine Shiayar had ingested would be activated, transforming into an intensely lethal poison.
Norton even envisioned the tragic scene: in a few seconds, Shiayar's flesh would putrefy, his body decaying into a puddle of filthy pus.
But—
Five seconds passed.
Ten seconds passed.
Still, nothing happened.
"Lord Norton, it seems the Sage's Blood has truly addled your mind," Shiayar sighed and spoke calmly. "Do you take me for an idiot?"
"Since I had already decided to betray you, would I really have allowed you to keep a hold over me?"
As time went on, Norton's spiritual power, which had been agitated by the Sage's Blood and was spiraling out of control, calmed somewhat.
A flicker of clarity returned to his aged eyes.
