The Princess looked at Rex. She felt the warmth that he provided. Even her father had never given her this kind of warmth before.
"What if he does not want me later?" She pondered.
That question led to, "What if he does not wish to make me his once the King as been killed either way?"
That question led to, "He for sure does not want me in his life."
That made her actually feel depressed. Rex looked deep into her eyes. She knew the way he looked was that he needed to know what was going on.
"He does want me in life!" She excitedly yelled inwardly.
That led to, "So what if he does not take me after the King is killed? He will make sure that I live a good life."
That led to, "I will tell him while in a best mood, "Make me yours honey." From there we can live happily as Husband and Concubine or maybe even Wife."
She gears were excited with the thoughts running through her skull.
The Queen whispered into Rex's ear, "She has a tendency to over do a lot of stuff, the worst one is her thinking."
The guards began to set off to get the stuff in place in order to get the ball rolling on the death of the King.
Before they could, Rex healed the old man. His healing was actually transforming him into a demon.
Albeit, the full demon transformation would take a while to completely be accepted by the old man. This gave him the opportunity to live longer and be by his daughter's and granddaughter's side.
The guards began to pray that the way to kill the King silently was through poison. It would take a while to get it.
Rex found a start to the alchemy of a dangerous poison. Inside the cave, three different kinds of plants grew together.
When used together and correctly, they make the strongest pill in the Fifth Realm. If the balance is not correct, the pill than becomes poisonous to the extreme that even most Heavenly Qi Cultivators have a hard time fighting against.
Rex knew the correct balance for the pill. He gave that to the guards. He explained that the pill would help increase the four guards to become cultivators.
He gave the guards who want to become cultivators the recipe for poison. The poison was not just any poison, it was considered even taboo to make by Earthlings in the game.
"Pill of Death"
"By using six leaves of the black plant, Ĝuto Àthe Mik the pill starts of clean. Add two leaves of the green plant, Ĵuto Āthe Mik to keep the pill the same color as the Pill of Strengthening. Just add at least three leaves of the pink plant, Řuto Àthe Mik to make the pill into poison."
"Pill of Strengthening"
"By using four leaves of the black plant, Ĝuto Àthe Mik the pill begins to feel warm. Add three leaves of the green plant, Ĵuto Àthe Mik to make the pill into strengthening the Qi within the user. Add one or two leaves of the pink plant, Řuto Àthe Mik for either Fifth Realm or Sixth Realm solidify the Qi within the taker of the pill."
Ĵuto, Ĝuto, and Řuto were siblings that explored the cave system that the bandits were using. Each of them found the plants inside. They respectfully just named the plants after themselves.
Shortly after, they began to test possible pills from the plants. The first try they failed miserably. The second time they created the Pill of Strengthening by accident.
They began to do the what if in life. Through testing, they found that together the pills make poison. Only when together and all three are present.
Through trial and error they found that nothing truly beats the poison of the trio for whatever reason. By recording the data within the Fifth Realm, they achieved greatness and recognition from all people as the siblings who founded poison.
"What if the poison was even more dangerous?" Rex pondered.
He knew a secret way to mix a poison liquid. It did take a long time to boil. The affects would be much greater and the deadly poison could kill instantly.
"No. The what if is too great for them to handle. Maybe when I get closer, we could use it." Rex thought.
As the guards led the way, Rex had the feeling that nothing would go right with the poison. To his dismay, the poison would go through right. Just not in the correct sequence nor in the best way.
A gas cloud would form and poison the city that the King was in. After dealing with it, the crowds would choose to be subjected by demons and not left to die in a dangerous cloud.