108: Sudden attack, stamen potion

Inside the courtyard.

After everyone else had left.

Pete and Clay stepped forward and bowed to Roan.

“Vice President, sir.”

Roan nodded, first looking at Pete.

“What, are you still worried about the poison?”

Pete gave an awkward smile and nodded sheepishly.

Although he hadn't died just now, and hadn't even felt any discomfort.

However, the skin on his entire upper body had turned black.

Like a darkie, it wouldn't wash off no matter how much he scrubbed.

“It’s fine; as long as you don’t exercise strenuously, it will fade on its own in three days,” Roan said, and Pete’s eye twitched.

It would only fade in three days?

Didn’t that mean he would have to remain looking like a darkie for the next three days?

Pete found it a bit hard to accept, so he subtly turned his head and gestured to Beruke with his eyes.

However, to his surprise.

Beruke saw his gaze, but then turned his head slightly to the other side, pretending not to see him.

Seeing this, Pete was momentarily stunned.

But then, as if he understood something.

He simply lowered his head and bowed, respectfully saluting Roan.

“Thank you for your kindness, Vice President.”

Roan nodded, casually waved his hand, and motioned for Pete to step back.

Then, he turned to Clay and spoke.

“Clay? Are you the only mage in the branch?”

Upon hearing this, Clay quickly replied.

“Yes, Vice President, sir.”

Roan nodded, then suddenly added.

“Clay, come here for a moment.”

Clay was startled, then dared not hesitate, and quickly stepped forward.

He stopped when he was about two steps in front of Roan.

“Very good, this way…”

Roan nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly changed his tone, his voice turning cold.

“It saves me the trouble of having to aim.”

Aim?

Clay was stunned, then saw the puppet in front of him suddenly raise its left hand.

There was a circular hole in its palm, about two centimeters in diameter, like a dark gun barrel.

Buzz!

In an instant, Clay’s hairs stood on end, and an inexplicable sense of danger washed over him.

He had no time to react, only instinctively activated his Mental Energy, wanting to defend himself.

Shield Spell!

This was a mage's defensive spell, which could condense Mental Energy into a translucent shield.

The strength and range of the shield were determined by the caster’s spiritual strength and mana.

Like an Armed Knight's aura armor, it was a simple and effective basic spell.

At this moment, Clay was caught off guard, and the Shield Spell had only just half-formed.

Boom!

In a flash of lightning.

The flintlock pistol, modified from the puppet’s left hand, let out a roar.

Flames spewed from the barrel, and an iron bullet flew out at subsonic speed.

Bang!

In an instant, the half-formed shield was directly shattered by the iron bullet.

Then, Clay felt as if he had been heavily struck, and he was involuntarily sent flying backward.

“…!???”

Beruke and Pete, who were standing nearby, were filled with shock.

The two recovered from the sudden change and abruptly turned to look at Roan.

“Damn it, what are you doing?”

Beruke gritted his teeth and flashed in front of Roan.

At the same time, his battle aura erupted from his body, condensing into a battle aura veil protecting him.

However, he didn’t draw his sword; he just stared intently at Roan, as if demanding an explanation from him.

Meanwhile, Pete went to Clay's side and knelt down to check his condition.

“…I, I’m fine.”

At this moment, Clay, lying on the ground, spoke with difficulty.

Although the Shield Spell he had cast in a moment of desperation hadn't completely blocked the bullet.

However, it had weakened the bullet’s power and also caused its trajectory to deviate.

Ultimately, it only hit him near his shoulder and did not strike his heart.

Blood-Stopping Spell!

After Clay managed to cast the Blood-Stopping Spell and stabilized his injuries.

He then got up from the ground with Pete’s help.

“Vice President, I need you to give me an explanation.”

At this moment, Beruke's face was icy cold, and he spoke each word distinctly.

If it weren't for Roan holding something against him.

Otherwise, even if the other party was the son of the Wild Beast Spirit, he would still kill him!

After all, Uz was simply too tormenting!

Just now in the study, the two had settled everything, and their relationship had eased.

Yet, less than half an hour later, he suddenly changed his demeanor and shot his subordinate.

Such erratic, fickle behavior truly made Beruke somewhat exasperated!

“Explanation?”

Roan tilted his head, then sneered.

“Beruke, you’re the one who needs to explain, aren’t you?”

Upon hearing this, Beruke was momentarily stunned.

Then, he laughed in extreme anger, veins bulging on his forehead, and said through gritted teeth.

“Vice President, are you trying to shift the blame?”

“You’re the one who suddenly attacked and injured my subordinate, and now you want me to explain?”

Seeing this, Roan calmly uttered a single word.

“Stamen Potion.”

Upon hearing this word, the three people, who had been in a rage, were all dumbfounded.

Beruke and Pete subconsciously turned to look at Clay.

And Clay himself swallowed, his expression revealing a hint of panic.

“Uh…”

Beruke was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice.

“Clay, you… just now…”

Beruke hesitated to speak, but his meaning was very clear.

Clay pursed his lips, then finally nodded somewhat guiltily, but also quickly explained.

“I’m sorry, Sir Beruke, but at that time, Mr. Mask was not yet the Vice President, so I…”

Upon hearing this, Beruke sighed helplessly, and the battle aura veil around him slowly dissipated.

The Stamen Potion was a special potion Clay had someone concoct.

Its main ingredient was the pollen of a certain flower, combined with spiritual medicines.

It was colorless and odorless, like ordinary clear water.

Even ordinary hounds, or even superhumans with olfactory talents, found this scent difficult to detect.

However, Clay was different.

He had a special talent—or rather, a special, rare condition.

That was, he would have an allergic reaction to this pollen.

So, after accidentally discovering this point.

The intelligent Clay immediately realized that this pollen could be utilized.

After some attempts, Clay successfully turned a weakness into a strength, creating a unique tracking method.

He placed the Stamen Potion in his mechanical ring.

Unintentionally, he could activate the mechanism and spray the potion mist onto the enemy's body, making it difficult for others to discover.

His previous uses could be said to have been unfailingly successful, never missing a target.

But this time… it was actually discovered?