"No, don't look at him." The mother cooed as she dragged her child off the sidewalk before taking to the air.
Basil did not deem them worthy of even an extra glance as he headed through the rocky valleys to reach his home.
By his left, there were some herbs with flat-topped clusters of small white flowers that grew at the edges of the rocky stones. If these snake roots are ground and added to milk, the trematol within them would be activated leading to loss of appetite, nausea, weakness, abdominal discomfort, and abnormal acidity of the blood before death.
There were also the castor beans not far from this place, a mere five minutes flight along the river of Giza. One or two would not make a difference but if he should use around eight to make a meal, it would lead to extreme diarrhoea and then death. There are also the beautiful oleander flowers that he planted just outside his home.
Thousands of different poisonous plants flew across Basil's mind as he gritted his teeth.
