" You do not have to worry, mistress," said the old man who was on the floor as he picked himself up and without wiping the blood on his forehead, he walked over to where the woman in red was sitting, his hands rummaged in his pocket as he took out a small porcelain bottle and then handed it to the woman in red. " This is the flesh-eating poison that you wanted us to prepare with this, I believe that the world will be in chaos enough to quench your anger."
" Heh, really you finally prepared it," the woman in red took the poison and studied it with an assessing gaze in her eyes, only when she was satisfied with it, did she smile and said, "It's perfect, take this to the third city and have our disciples mass produce it, don't make a mistake …it will be better if you can create as much chaos as you can."
