Arthur heaved a sigh. 'Whatever, I couldn't care less. The day I get some free time, I'll study my own body. I might browse through the fine books in the library as well. Now is not the right moment to argue about the type of poison coursing through my veins.' His internal speech lacked conviction.
'Let's get onto serious business.' He said to shut down their conversation.
In front of him on a desk were displayed three bottles and a torch.
The first bottle was filled with dirt from the royal garden, the second with pure water, and the third with an unknown liquid, it was a little more viscous than the second bottle and had a yellowish color.
"How flammable is it?" He asked the maid in the corner of the room.
