103: Pete's death? He's still alive!

Just now.

The Blood-Stopping Spell that Clay cast is a type of healing magic.

It can quickly stop bleeding for the injured and also coagulate the blood, preventing it from spreading to other parts of the body.

"Phew..."

Watching the Blood-Stopping Spell successfully cast, Clay was about to sigh in relief and then press Ron about whether there was an antidote.

However, the next second.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Peter's face, which had become even more distraught.

Clay couldn't help but be stunned, then suddenly lowered his head to look at Peter's hands again.

He saw that at his wrists, the black poison, which should have stopped spreading as the magic took effect, was still growing upwards, extending halfway up his forearm in the blink of an eye.

"How, how is this possible?"

Clay was instantly bewildered, wondering if his magic hadn't taken effect.

So, Clay quickly cast the Blood-Stopping Spell twice more, but it still had no effect.

And as the time he spent casting elapsed, his forearm was completely blackened and continued to corrode towards the joint.

"Could it be... he was lying to me?"

Clay suddenly turned around, staring fixedly at Ron.

He suspected that Ron had been lying just now.

This poison wasn't spreading through the blood at all; otherwise, his magic couldn't possibly be ineffective!

"Quick, quickly cut off my hand!"

Peter cried out excitedly. Clay, having come back to his senses, was suddenly at a loss.

"Lord Beruke, please, cut off my hand, or it will really be too late!"

Beruke heard this, and a look of unbearable pain flashed in his eyes.

However, at this moment, the black poison had already spread to Peter's upper arm.

So, a fierce look flashed in Beruke's eyes.

He drew his longsword, just about to act.

But then, thinking of something, he suddenly stopped.

"Lord Beruke?"

Seeing this, Peter immediately became anxious.

Although Beruke was his superior and also a powerful Armed Knight.

However, at this critical moment, Peter still couldn't help but roar at Beruke.

"Lord, hurry up and act, if it's any later, I'll really lose my life!"

However, Beruke remained unmoved, even turning to look at Ron.

Peter, seeing Beruke's actions, was so angry he wanted to go mad.

Just then, Clay, who had been indecisive.

Seeing Beruke remain motionless, wanted to cut off Peter's hand for him.

However, Beruke stopped Clay with just a look.

Others who wanted to help also paused their movements.

"It's too late to act now, unless we cut off both of Peter's arms directly."

"But if he loses both hands, for a thief, what's the difference between being crippled and dying?"

Beruke said coldly, and the others also paused, then slowly lowered the daggers and longswords in their hands.

"You, you all..."

And Peter, hearing this, rolled his eyes and almost fainted from anger.

In his heart, he was roaring wildly.

"Lord Beruke, are those the words of a human being?"

"What do you mean, there's no difference between being crippled and dying?"

"As a Just Knight, even if I lose both hands and can no longer be a thief."

"At the very least, I can run to the countryside and scrape by."

"But if I die now... then I'll have nothing!"

Peter cursed wildly in his heart, but dared not utter a single word aloud.

After all, if he didn't speak, he could still live for a while longer, and perhaps even see a turn of events.

But if he did speak... he would surely die on the spot.

However, although Peter remained silent, he grew more and more angry the more he thought about it.

At first, he had already made up his mind to act, needing only to cut it off at the wrist, and still be able to save both arms.

But now, after repeated delays by several people, the poison had already blackened his entire arm!

Now, he would at least need to cut it off at the shoulder to have a chance of saving his life.

Of course, if he continued to delay, then it would be useless for him to act, he might as well leave himself a complete corpse.

"Brother, bring out the antidote and save Peter first."

"Then, whatever you need from our Thieves' Guild, everything is negotiable..."

At this moment, Beruke's expression changed, and he forced a smile as he spoke.

However, before he could finish speaking, Ron said with a sincere expression.

"But I'm sure I don't have an antidote."

"Impossible!"

Beruke suppressed the anger in his heart and said stiffly.

"If you don't have an antidote, then if Peter dies later, I will certainly make you pay for him!"

"I don't think a normal person would sacrifice his life for someone he just met..."

However, Ron spoke again, interrupting him.

"But I really don't have an antidote, and I'm already prepared to die with him, aren't I?"

One sentence directly choked Beruke back.

"Lord Beruke..."

At this moment, Beruke looked back.

He saw Peter looking at him with a numb, desperate expression.

And the black poison on his arm had already passed his shoulder and enveloped his neck.

"Alright, alright, you're quite stubborn."

Beruke saw Ron still leisurely standing there in a daze.

He couldn't help but laugh out of extreme anger, pointing at Ron's nose and saying.

"In that case, then don't hand over the antidote, and die with Peter later!"

Peter, hearing this, just rolled his eyes, too weak to complain.

Time passed bit by bit. Seeing the poison on Peter's body had already passed his collarbone, and was about to enter his heart.

However, Ron was still lost in thought, seemingly indifferent to his and Peter's lives and deaths.

Beruke also couldn't hold on anymore, wondering if he had really misjudged?

Half a minute later.

Seeing the poison had already entered his heart, completely blackening his chest.

So, Peter closed his eyes, beginning to welcome his death.

"Lord Beruke, and Clay, Butch... we'll meet again in the next life!"

Immediately, Peter stood there, no longer making a sound.

At this moment, Beruke, filled with grief, couldn't help but sigh.

He had misjudged the situation just now, which led to Peter's death, and he felt very guilty.

So, he then turned around, looking at Ron with a sinister gaze.

"I just said, if Peter dies, I will make you pay for him."

"Now, go to hell, you bastard!"

With that, Beruke raised his longsword, about to cut off Ron's head.

However, just then.

Clay, who had been silent since being stopped by Beruke, suddenly spoke.

"Lord Beruke, please wait a moment!"

"Hmm?"

Beruke stopped his action, looking at Clay in confusion.

He saw Clay at this moment, filled with doubt, looking at the already deceased Peter.

"That's not right, Peter... seems to be still alive?"