Chapter 77: Ten hours poison

His words were cut off abruptly as he began convulsing. His shoulders jerked and slumped before he fell to his knees with a loud thud that silenced the whole hall.

His limbs twitched violently and his eyes rolled to the back of his head in the speed visible to the eyes.

The series of events happened between two seconds, neither General Luke nor Damien or any other person in the hall was able to react so quickly as they never expected such a thing to happen.

By the time General Luke rushed towards the guard, his pupils could no longer be seen, and all they could see was the whites of his eyes.

The people who were close to him quickly took a step back, afraid of getting affected by whatever was happening to the man.

“Oh my goodness, what happened to him?”

“I have no idea. He was just speaking when he suddenly fell and became lile this.”

“Coupd it be epilepsy?”

“No, I think he has been poisoned.”

“How can you be so sure of that? Who woulf be so idle to target an ordinary guard?”

“I think so too.”

The crowd whispered among themselves while staring at the guard on the floor.

At this point, Hazel, Damien and the others had already stood up, their faces a little bit grim as they glanced at the guard on the floor.

White Foams had begun to gather at the corner of the man’s mouth and it filled his entire mouth in an instant.

“Hold him down!” Damien ordered coldly and General Luke, who probably already had the thought, reached the guard soon.

But the foam had begun to thicken by the time he got to the guard, and it dropped from his mouth into the cold floor.

Two other warriors approached and held the man down, but it was as though the man had lost control of himself. His body kept thrashing, his nails digging to the ground and his face almost transparent due to lack of blood.

“Someone should call the physician right now.” General Luke ordered and a warrior quickly rushed out of the hall, his silhouette quickly disappearing.

Hazel’s face was completely grim at that moment.

That was when she realized that a figure had already approached her, it was Mireya.

“Miss Hazel, what do you think is wrong with him? I have never seen such an occurrence before, have you?” Mireya asked, her visage showing genuine confusion.

Hazel stared at Mireya and scoffed inwardly.

She had to applaud Mireya’s acting skills in her mind. It was no wonder she was calm, she had a second plan all along.

“I have no idea. As the young mistress of a large pack, I thought Miss Mireya would be knowledgeable enough to know about it.”

The convulsions intensified and the guard’s breathing turned ragged. The foam also continued to thicken until he suddenly choked and vomited a dark red liquid onto the ground.

It was blood.

Some maids screamed and frantically retreated, covering their mouths in horror.

“Oh my goodness, he started vomiting blood, is he going to die?”

“I have no idea.”

“What do you think happened to him?”

“Better move back so you won’t be affected.”

Hazel's stomach twisted. With what she is seeing now, the guard might die and they won’t be able to do anything to it.

But how come Mireya got to him so early? Or was it last night?

Did she visit the guards’ headquarters last night after everything happened? How can she be so fast?

The guard coughed out more blood, and they splattered on the floor. The guards held down his limbs so he wouldn't hurt himself.

Not long after, the sound of hurried footsteps rang out and the warrior who had rushed out to call a physician appeared with Albert.

The crowd occupied most of the hall, so they parted ways for Albert to walk through and he arrived before the guard quickly.

When he saw the state of the guard, he frowned and bent down to take his pulse.

But as he did, the guard’s convulsion gradually began to slow down. Albert pressed his fingers to his neck and then back to his wrist, then his visage turned slightly solemn.

The guard was no longer convulsing, his entire face was pale and and his eyes were still in whites. His body slacked slightly, and then his head slumped to the side.

His chest no longer rose and fell.

“Alpha, he is dead.” Albert said instantly and Damien furrowed his brows.

This was getting more complicated. If the guard really died, then how were they supposed to find out anything now?

Nobody noticed the brief satisfied smile that flashed in Mireya’s eyes apart from Hazel who had been studying her closely.

Hazel had no doubt that the person behind everything was Mireya, but the annoying thing was the fact that she had nothing to prove her conjectures and suspicions.

She gritted her teeth, wishing she could pry Mireya’s mouth open and make her confess. Now, an innocent man had died because of her.

At that moment, Mireya was in a good mood.

Last night, after witnessing how Damien had helped Hazel, she knew that she might not be able to keep her actions a secret anymore. She knew when Hazel explains what happened to Damien, he would link the event back to her.

So she made her decision and it was the only option.

She summoned the guard, pretended as though she didn’t know that the plan had fallen through and gave him a drink to celebrate their victory and their pleasant cooperation.

The poison was added to his wine then, and it was the type of poison that only works after ten hours. And coincidentally, the ten hours criterium was reached in the hall and the poison began taking effect.

Her plan had been successful.

Now there was nothing that could be done. The guard was unable to say anything before he died, so for now, Mireya was safe.