(30) Underestimating Mangrel's cautiousness.

Jwarlen started speaking anxiously, the pain made his face distort into something ugly. 

"All my origin stones are in the main base, where we keep all the slaves. If you save me, I will take you there!" Blood flew out of Jwarlen's mouth, which was smashed by the rock.

"My man would not let you in, so save me quickly!" Jwarlen tried persuading Mangrel to save him anxiously. 

Everyone who looked at him right now, would not recognize him. That was the case with Veneir, who stared blankly right at the moment. 

The others with her did the same thing but for other reasons. 

Anyone would have been persuaded by Jwarlen's words, but Mangrel felt his brow tighten the more he heard him. Others might have not noticed, however, Mangrel could see the glaring killing intent in Jwarlen's eyes. 

Jwarlen was aware that his death was imminent. 

'If the person, who is commanding these two kids can predict all this, I am sure he would never let me go.' Jwarlen was not a fool to believe others' words, like his subordinates. 

Jwarlen misunderstood that Mangrel and Mars were being ordered by someone. He never even considered if they could pull out such a feat by themselves. 

To predict a person's movement way ahead of time, immense knowledge and experience were needed, which could only be gathered with extensive scheming and planning. And more than anything, the person in question must hold a firm grasp on the human heart.

In the first place, how can anyone who wasn't aware of his personality, even predict his movement? Jwarlen had only met Mangrel once, so it was logical for him to connect the lines, finding a non-existent person behind these two kids. 

In reality, Mangrel had really deduced all of this, with the single encounter he had with Jwarlen. It might appear like a miracle in others' eyes, but it was an extremely logical and calculative move in Mangrel's eyes. 

Jwarlen was someone who positioned a man outside the door and even near the window while trying to capture Veneir and the others. This showed his extremely cautious attitude. 

Just who prepares dozens of traps like that, to just capture some kids? 

Jwarlen's cautious and vicious attitude was what kept him alive for so long, in an environment like this. 

Every person in this world has something special, allowing them to fight for the chance to live. Cultivators were the majority of them, only talent and a strong mind can survive in the harsh waves of the world. 

Jwarlen looked at Mangrel's blank reaction to his word, making him involuntarily think: 'This kid is not normal either... it's like he is a doll.'

The location where Jwarlen stated his origin stones were stored, was an apparent trap. If he was going to die, he wanted to take the hateful person behind his death with him.

The chances of the person who was controlling Mangrel and Mars, in Jwarlen's head, being a cultivator were abysmal. If they were cultivators, there was no need to use such a roundabout way of killing. 

'Damn! The opportunity to become a cultivator was so close! but I see, that might be the reason I attracted this disaster. Sigh...The world is unfair as always.' Jwarlen felt the pain grow prominent, making him clench his teeth. 

However, in the end, Jwarlen underestimated Mangrel's cautiousness. 

These two people were affected by another version of the blood algaeist flower poison.

Because of the disadvantageous characteristic of the poison, which Mangrel couldn't control. He made another diluted version of the same poison, by adding in more blood and less toxic substances. 

To be sure of its effect, Mangrel and Mars experimented by inflicting it upon two beggars unfeelingly. 

The original version causes a person paralyzed within one minute and kills him in three minutes. 

The diluted version, on the other hand, causes paralysis in two minutes. And death within six minutes. 

Both Mars and Mangrel had switched to this poison when they attacked Jwarlen and his subordinate. There were always chances of things going awry in an unexpected way. 

If by chance Jwarlen was killed by the poison, before he could even speak, Mangrel would have only himself to blame. 

A calm expression spread across Mangrel's face, he passed the dagger in his hand to Mars, "Kill him." 

Crouching down himself, Mangrel took out the dagger from Jwarlen's waist. 

'Hmm, It's made of a rank zero material too.' Mangrel stared at the new black dagger for a second. 

Without any hesitation, he turned to the man, who was affected by the same poison as Jwarlen. 

"If you tell a lie too, you will end up the same as your boss. Now, tell me where he kept all of his resources. I will cure you like I promised if you tell me the truth." Mangrel pointed at Jwarlen, who was stabbed in the neck by Mars. 

Blood flowed out profusely, dyeing Mars's hand and the floor red.

Glurgh! 

The sound of vomiting was heard from the side, towards the cage. Devis, who had the highest moral value among the group, vomited unstably. He had better living conditions than others, and even received 'Proper' teaching from his parents. 

Killing is a sin, it must not be done no matter the case. Hurting others for your sake is a sin that only a demon commits. 

Driving some nonsensical morals and logic within Devis's mind. 

Mangrel didn't take his eyes off the man before him, completely ignoring others. 

"At the secret cellar, in the....room at the right end of the house! Everything is there! so please spare me, I will not open my mouth about this matter!" The man begged, with all his might. 

Seeing the man's pitiful condition, Mangrel's eyes shifted to the popping blood vessels on the man's body.

'...That's different from the reaction of other poisoned people. This poison sure is unpredictable.' Mangrel decided to let the man die from the poison. It was most probably because of the purple month's effect.

"Should I let them..." Mars walked forward, looking towards the cage. 

"Stop!" Mangrel shouted a little louder, seeing Mars's action. 

"Ah..." Mars realized what he was going to do. He almost rubbed his cheek with his blood-covered, poisonous hand. 

"Don't let your guard down till the end, carelessness can cost you your life." Mangrel reminded Mars, before looking towards Devis and the others. 

The cage was not too spacious, hence because of Devis's vomit, everyone sported a disgusted face. Especially Heitrent, who had Devis's vomit on his clothes. 

Feeling Mangrel's frozen gaze land on themselves, every one of them felt their body stiffen involuntarily. 

"You...are you Mangrel?" Veneir spoke the question, that all of them had in their head.