They came very frequently, as I expected another poisoned drink.
I can see my fate threads and know what will happen after my transmigration.
Toric worm saliva is a poison that is dangerous to children under the age of 14, such as myself.
Toric worm saliva acts like a slow poison, and anyone who consumes it will gradually become dumb as it causes brain nerves to stop working.
Someone wants to make me stupid, but who is he?.
I went on a tour of the small villa that had been assigned to me.
Except for the butler Jonathon, I suspect anyone in the villa.
He was the butler who looked after me since I was a child, and the old Gaven was attached to him.
I used fate thread to observe every maid in the villa, but I still have no idea. Fate threads only show future events. But today I received my first hint.
I gathered Gothi leaves, which are common throughout the world.
Mix them in the water and eat the food completely.
I drank the water and felt a strong warm energy flow through me.
Toric worm saliva is easily detoxified but difficult to identify. Only potionist can identify them. Toric warm saliva can also be used in a potion for body growth.
Toric worm saliva can be obtained raw, unlike other poisons, which can be obtained through any means.
We must find the Toric worm and extract the saliva from its mouth.
For half and hour, the saliva acts as poison.
So someone hunted them near my mansion and mixed them in together with my water and Toric worms were small monsters the size of normal snakes on Earth.
They emit some sort of odor after death that lasts for a day.
That is why many people despise hunting them.
If it's old Gaven, he'll go insane after drinking the water.
The garden at the back of the villa is ideal for hunting them, and the smell does not enter the villa.
I wrapped myself in a cloak I found in the wardrobe.
To get down, I jumped from the balcony where there is a gap using a rope.
Without anyone noticing, I went to the garden, which resembled a forest.
I noticed the smell after a while of travelling.
I followed the smell, and there I saw the unevenly arranged mud.
I dug that spot with tree sticks I found near the trees.
I saw the worm's carcass there.
I checked the area and discovered the foot print of a shoe with a size of about 8 1/2 inches.
So the man has long legs, and I examined the soil.
I remembered the pattern on the soil because it is quite unique.
As I walked to the villa, I experimented with fate threads on myself.
[The worm's carcass can be useful]
[If you take it and set up a trap, you can catch a F- grade monster] [If you follow the path it come, you can find its hideout]
[You can get low-level treasures there]
It's interesting how the fate thread can be used in this way. So whenever I get a new item, I have to check the threads.
Leave that aside, there's an F-rated monster in the garden!
This world contains humans, other races, and monsters.
Humans have classified each monster into grades.
They ranged in grade from G- to A.
According to legend, there were more powerful monsters above A level in ancient times.
The F-level monster is as dangerous as a lion on Earth.
The Toric worm was graded as G-.
Who leaves the F-grade monster here? After some thought, I set up the trap.
I climbed a tree to get a better view of the trap.
After some time, I saw a dog-like creature with black fur and sharp teeth, a huge body the size of a bear.
Walking right into the trap To test the thread, I used Fate thread on the dog.
[Kouka: An F-grade monster with thick black fur that can be found on the outskirts of any dark forest. Humans keep them as pets or in their gardens.]
It approached the trap, sniffed the surroundings, and easily destroyed it.
I held my breath and watched it silently.
The monster looked at me before looking into the corpse and devouring it.
It eventually left after a brief glance in my direction.
I climbed down the tree and exhaled a sigh of relief.
I drove to my villa without thinking.
I relaxed a little after entering my room.
For a split second, I wondered who owned that dog and why it didn't do anything.
After some consideration, I changed into formal attire.
'Jessica, I want to go to the shoe shop, arrange a carriage,' I told my maid.
'OK, master,' she said as she exited the room.
I grab a pen and paper and sketch out the shoe pattern.
After a while, I returned to the shop and showed the seller the pattern, inquiring as to who had brought this pattern type shoe.
He handed me a list of names.
A familiar name appeared on the list.
'JONATHON FRICKLE SIZE-8.5 inches'