"Rein, don't panic, let me take a look first," Abel said at that moment.
He paused his examination of Hamilton's wounds, walked around the desk, and came over.
Abel first inspected Rein's wound, then picked up the black dagger and sniffed it, and after checking Rein's pupils, he said:
"Don't worry, the poison you've been hit with is a paralytic toxin. Even without an antidote, the effect will naturally wear off after half a day."
Something seemed to occur to Abel, and he raised his eyebrows and continued:
"However... Rein, your body is quite robust!"
Because if an ordinary person were scratched like that, most likely within a few minutes they would gradually feel dizzy and numb in their hands and feet, followed by a loss of consciousness.
Abel hadn't expected Rein to be able to hold out until now, and even at that moment, he couldn't really tell that Rein was close to succumbing.
This surprised him a lot.
Abel's words allowed Rein to relax inside.
So it was just a paralytic poison!
Nevertheless, if there's an antidote among these bottles and jars, it would of course be best to take it immediately.
Before Rein could even speak, Abel had already started carefully examining the collection of bottles and jars placed on the desk.
Abel picked up a small round black bottle, opened the stopper, merely sniffed it, and then began to explain:
"This is a lethal poison; its main ingredients are deathcap and toxic bloom. If one is stabbed with it, they will succumb to the poison and die in a short amount of time."
Then, he took another square-shaped bottle, opened the stopper, sniffed it, and said:
"This is a wounding poison, made primarily from serrated grass, causing the wound to bleed continuously."
One after another, the longest identification time did not exceed five seconds.
"This... This is too familiar!"
"Someone who didn't know any better would think that Abel made these poisons and antidotes himself!"
Rein watched with wide eyes, only this thought running through his mind.
Moreover, in his subconscious, Rein somewhat doubted that the man before him was merely a simple pharmacist.
The other party was just too familiar with all sorts of concoctions!
Soon, Abel found the antidote among the assassin's diverse bottles and jars.
"These two bottles are the antidotes, but they need to be mixed together to create the actual antidote," Abel indicated.
Rein's face darkened at once.
Who would have thought of that?
It's damn crafty, keeping the antidote in two separate bottles and requiring them to be mixed before use!
Only someone well-versed in pharmacology could spot such a trick at a glance.
Lucky for him, he had found Abel.
Thinking it through, Rein felt a wave of relief mixed with fear.
Abel poured the two concoctions together, mixed them thoroughly, observed for a few seconds,
"Alright, these two concoctions have been pre-mixed in the correct proportions, but the antidote might be a bit pungent."
"Of course, Mr. Abel!" Rein nodded promptly in response.
"Take a couple of strong sniffs, and it will counteract the effects of the paralytic poison," Abel said as he handed over the antidote to Rein.
With a look of joy on his face, Rein nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Abel."
He quickly took the antidote and took a fierce sniff, but the very next second, Rein's face turned green and he almost retched from disgust.
It really was unbearably foul-smelling!
Rein had never experienced the stench of a skunk's spray, but he assumed it had to be quite similar!
At that moment, he only felt his temples throbbing, and it was as if a nerve in his head was twitching.
Seeing Abel's somewhat amused expression, Rein finally understood why Abel had asked him in the first place.
What a sly character!
But I have to say, the dizziness almost completely disappeared, and the effect was indeed very significant.
This caused Rein to furrow his brows tightly and inhale again.
It's like snorting mustard up your nose.
But the effect was really good; after two sniffs, Rein became totally clearheaded!
The dizziness disappeared in an instant.
Also, he started to feel a dull pain at the wound on his right rib.
After Abel had helped with the poisoning, he seemed to have other matters to attend to, and after instructing Rein on a few things to pay attention to for his recovery, he took his leave.
At this moment, only Rein and Lord Hamilton were in the office.
"Have you dealt with the body?" Lord Hamilton asked proactively.
"Uh... not yet. I placed the opponent's body behind a pile of rubble about half a person's height, in the woods near the south side of the town square in Flashgold Town."
"I got it. I'll have someone take care of it." After saying that, Lord Hamilton shook a bell on the table.
At that moment, a guard walked in.
"Call for the Night Watchman."
"As you command, Lord Hamilton!"
Soon after, Weilun, the familiar Night Watchman captain, walked in.
He saw Rein, smiled, and nodded.
"Lord Hamilton, you called for me?"
"Weilun, there's a body behind a half-person-tall pile of rubble in the woods near the south end of the town square. Take a few men and handle it."
"Understood, my lord. I will take care of it immediately," Weilun replied with a stern face and promptly went to handle the task.
At this time, Rein started to inquire, "Lord Hamilton, do you think it's possible that the fact I killed Blackbeard has already been found out by the Hyena Gang's boss, Cole?"
Upon hearing this, Lord Hamilton showed a contemplative expression, tapping his fingers on the desk nonstop.
He understood what Rein was getting at.
Rein was asking if the assassin could have been sent by the Hyena Gang's boss, Cole.
But soon, he shook his head, dismissing Rein's speculation.
"I don't think so. If the Hyena Gang wanted to target you, they would definitely send core members of their gang to Flashgold Town, not the kind who hires assassins."
"Rein, tell me about the assassin you encountered. What did he look like, his combat skills, or any distinctive features?"
Rein did not hold back.
He gave a rather complete account of his encounter with the assassin to Lord Hamilton.
Afterwards, he particularly emphasized the assassin's fighting style and the fact that he took poison to commit suicide at the end.
With hardly any hesitation, Lord Hamilton stated confidently, "Such a professional killer is either from organizations like the Shadow Stingers or raised by major nobles or groups."
"The Hyena Gang is far from a major organization."
"To hire an assassin from organizations like the Shadow Stingers would cost a substantial amount."
"'King of Dogs' Cole is notoriously miserly. You only have to look at how his own brother, Blackbeard, had to resort to child trafficking to make extra money."
"There's no way he would spend a fortune to hire a professional assassin to avenge his brother."
"So, I can pretty much rule out that this was the doing of Cole."
Listening to Lord Hamilton's analytical breakdown, Rein nodded his head.
Then, the answer was almost self-evident!
This took Rein by surprise; Cleya had just left, and now he was targeted by her brothers.
The term 'underhanded tactics' no longer sufficed to describe what happened.
This was clearly an attempt on his life.
This caused a nameless rage and anxiety to rise within Rein's heart.