Chapter 12

  Drakkel waited at the entrance to the inn as the demon lords showed up with large groups of people. With the amount present, he realized that each family would have to share a room.

  After leading them to the main lobby, he gazed at them, wondering if the spy was among the them. However, after a moment, he shook his head. The timing didn't make any sense. Whoever knew of this would have had to give ample time for the Investigation Bureau to prepare as many people as they did.

  Then, he thought of another instance.

  Before he left to go and retrieve the embroiderers, there was someone who may have heard. But to hear what he said, they couldn't have been ordinary.

  Drakkel first had his demons escort the embroiderers and their families out, then brought his attention to the item on his person.

  He took out a bag of peanuts from his pocket, eyeing it skeptically. He had actually eaten the other one while waiting for the group to arrive and was planning to eat this one as well. It was just that they arrived earlier than he expected.

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  But, now that this question popped into his mind, he was happy he hadn't finished them.

  Being the demon lord of stealth and reconnaissance, Fargos always had one of these on hand.

  “Fargos,” Drakkel said. “Give me some silpoi powder.”

  Fargos nodded and unquestionably handed a bag of powder over.

  Drakkel took a peanut out of the bag and sprinkled some powder on it.

  When the powder turned from white to black, he frowned.

  Silpoi powder was powder made by the Powdered Vessel Swords Clan. It was used to detect poison and more accurate than a silver needle. If it turned red upon contact with an item, it meant that the item was poisoned with a mild poison, but if it turned black, it meant the poison was fatal.

  A sad sigh escaped his lips.

  If only he had brought Lif with him, then he could have identified the poison.

  By habit alone, Drakkel felt the urge to throw the rest of the bag out. But for who he was now, hardly any poison could harm him. There was really no need to waste food.

  “Young Master,” Drion said. “Should we go after the culprit?”

  Drakkel shook his head and placed the bag back in his pocket, staring at it for a moment before looking up. “The spy should be long gone by now. But, the important thing is that we have the proof we need. Expect more fights to come and prepare accordingly.”