Lord: Starting from the Pit-Dwelling Courtyard

Chapter 117: Laxative

Frederick stood there watching Declan being dragged away, then glanced at Ron, wanting to ask about the antidote, but Ron had already turned and walked towards the ballista.

Leonardo da Vinci walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Give these to your men, one pill each. Too many might cause them to lose control of the drug and suffer severe intestinal perforation. The lord is watching you!"

Frederick turned pale as he looked at the small black pills in the leather bag.

This means they want to take over his entire mercenary group for their own use.

This time we're really doomed.

The other mercenaries couldn't help but show angry looks when they received the pills.

But under Frederick's cold gaze and the murderous stares of the surrounding soldiers, they had no choice but to obediently take the medicine.

Frederick approached Ron and said respectfully, "My lord, all my men have been eaten."

Ron said calmly, "Very good. Go back to your base and bring the rest of the men back. Try to escape. I can't guarantee what will happen if they don't take the follow-up pills for a long time."

Frederick cursed inwardly, but still forced a smile and agreed.

Watching Frederick lead his men away, Fanta stepped forward and said, "My lord, letting that fellow go is a disaster."

Ron understood perfectly, but said with absolute certainty, "He will return, and the territory needs his strength for the time being."

With a Sky Knight in command, even if they encounter the Goblin King in the upcoming Goblin War, they will have the strength to fight.

The territory's overall combat strength is currently barely sufficient; the only concern is the lack of sufficiently strong high-end combat power.

Now it's all complete.

Da Vinci quickly chimed in, "That's right, Fanta, you have no idea what the lord fed them."

Fanta did not witness Ron giving drugs to Frederick and the mercenaries.

Fanta asked, looking puzzled, "What did you eat?"

Ron shook his head and said nothing.

In reality, what Ron gave Frederick and the others wasn't poison at all. He didn't have the ability to concoct such a high-level poison. It was actually just a small amount of laxative, but it was encapsulated. Once the capsule dissolved in their stomachs, the laxative would be absorbed, and they would definitely have diarrhea until their legs were weak.

However, this process takes time, and once all the mercenaries show this condition, Frederick immediately realizes that the poison has taken effect.

Given Frederick's cowardly nature, if something like this happens, he'll most likely believe Ron's poison. Once they drag their exhausted bodies back to the territory, Ron can give them pills made from antidiarrheal medicine, and then trick them into believing they need to take a black pill every other day, which will be enough to keep them in line for a while.

By the time they truly realize this, if they haven't yet been assimilated by the territory, they'll all be turned into magic fertilizer.

After this battle, Ron was certain that the support spell, Hand of the Mage, was only used for work or deterrence by professional mages, but for builder mages, if used well, it was even more terrifying than high-level spells.

Given enough distance, Ron was confident he could kill the Sky Knight. Of course, it was unusual for a formal mage like Ron to have such a high magic power.

For Old Hall, killing the Earth Knight was already a stretch; to imagine him easily crushing the Sky Knight like Ron is extremely difficult.

Will trotted over and said, "My lord, the tortoise shell has opened."

The tortoise shell was Caroline and Rosalie's last means of self-defense. They used sand and gravel to continuously build up a thick layer of soil around them, making it impossible for Declan and his men to break through for the time being, thus saving their lives.

The soil crumbled, revealing two women inside, soaking wet and panting heavily.

There was no breathing passage in the soil, which meant they were suffocating inside. Coupled with the hot weather of the Blackthorn Wasteland and the intense battle, the two women were now on the verge of collapse.

Ron glanced at them and said, "Quickly bring a carriage over and take them back to the territory."

Leonardo da Vinci, at Ron's signal, went to clean up the battlefield.

In this battle, nearly a hundred warhorses fought each other, and more than seventy survived. Among them, more than thirty were injured. All the surviving horses were sent to the hospital for treatment to alleviate the warhorse problem in the territory to the greatest extent possible. Naturally, the weapons and equipment were also taken care of.

To be precise, the corpses won't be wasted. The mercenaries' corpses will be used as magic fertilizer, and the corpses of the Inspector Knights and the Rose Knights might even be able to be exchanged for money. They'll try to piece them together, but the battlefield is too intense, especially with Ron's chain shot, which has shattered many corpses into pieces, making it too difficult to reassemble them.

When Leonardo da Vinci heard he could exchange them for money, he would have any part of his body, except for a shattered head or missing parts, cut and pieced together from the mercenaries on the spot, and even had it sewn back together.

As for their weapons and equipment, they were all stripped bare.

However, he still left them with decent clothes, especially the female knights of the Rose Knights. When Leonardo da Vinci discovered that they were all female knights, he did not dare to make a move. He waited until he brought them back to his territory and let the women's guard handle them, so as not to be held accountable by the two ladies later.

After all, a knight should not be denied the proper treatment after his death.

The Imperial Guards are enemies, not friends. Just leave them their clothes and give them a final moment of dignity.

As for the mercenaries, they were almost completely wiped clean; even the hair on their bodies was shaved off by Leonardo da Vinci.

This was because Old Hall had once told him that human hair is rich in keratin, has strong fibers, and possesses a certain degree of warmth and elasticity, making it an excellent textile material.

For the thrifty Leonardo da Vinci, those were valuable items, and he certainly wouldn't waste them.

As for the short hairs, it doesn't matter. Let Old Hall solidify the material, and he'll solidify all the long hairs.

If Ron knew that Leonardo da Vinci had done this to the corpse, he would most likely have killed him.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that, and Mrs. Moriel knew very well that Ron hated using things that had been used by the dead. Even if cloth was woven from hair, it would not appear in front of him, so she naturally didn't know that the territory had this kind of output.

Not long after, Caroline was the first to wake up. She felt the coolness of the room and instinctively thought she was dead.

Because the Blackthorn Wasteland is notoriously hot, with summer temperatures often reaching the forties and occasionally even the fifties, and even in Gorubakburg, the summer temperature never exceeds the thirties, such cool temperatures can only be experienced in autumn and winter.

Caroline was about to close her eyes again when she dreamily opened them and saw a young man sitting on a stool by the bed, holding a glass of water.

"Drink some water when you wake up," the young man said. "Don't worry, this isn't the afterlife."