What witch? The Deadly Pharmacist!

However, he needs his boss's order to kill, and the consequences of overstepping his authority within the organization are very serious.

At this moment, Father Auden, holding the ring, interjected, "No, nobles wouldn't hand over their crest rings to others, let alone to that Caron. Having reached this point, he wouldn't need to resort to such tactics anymore. I suspect he's truly dead. Old Roddy's expression also suggests he knew about this."

He was the only one present who noticed that when Leon said that he had killed Caron, the expression on Old Roddy's face was clearly not right.

Leon observed Father Auden; the old priest was very observant and seemed to be no simple man.

Upon hearing this, both the shop owner and Garcia glanced at the old shopkeeper, who was covered in cold sweat but could only nod helplessly, indicating that he knew the truth of the matter.

The boss looked at Leon, or rather Fenrir, with surprise again, while Garcia's face clearly fell.

But then Father Auden changed the subject and continued to say to the boss, "However, I still suggest that you kill him."

These words surprised everyone present, including Garcia, who never expected Father Oden to suddenly support him.

Leon glanced warily at the priest, then took out the vial of magic essence from his pocket: "Kill me, and you'll never get your hands on this stuff again."

Inside the test tube, the translucent crystals emitted a faint blue glow.

The higher the purity of the magic element, the more transparent it becomes, and the closer it is to colorless. The purity of this magic element is obviously high.

The boss's gaze was immediately fixed on the test tube.

“The purity this time is eighty-five percent,” Leon declared calmly.

At this moment, everyone present was astonished.

Leon was not lying.

This magic essence was extracted from a new batch of slimes. The biggest difference between these slimes and the previous monsters is that they ate Karon's corpse.

Kalon's corpse was petrified by the venom of the chicken snake, making it not only difficult for the headhunter rabbit to eat, but also poisonous.

But the slime can still eat his corpse. The slime's physiological structure is not afraid of most poisons, and it can also use digestive juices to slowly break down and digest hard objects.

Considering the previous case where the purity of magic essence increased after monsters ate Hannah Weslan's corpse, Leon began to speculate whether monsters could produce even purer magic essence if they ate the corpses of the Four Blessed Ones of the Origin Gods.

So he first fed a few adult slimes with a few fingers from Karon's corpse, and then slaughtered the slimes the next day and gave them to Lena to refine. In the end, he obtained such a high purity of magic essence, which completely verified Leon's guess.

The boss was clearly shaken. The magic essence was 85% pure. Even the earl's goods that he had collected from ordinary channels during his investigation did not have such a high purity.

With such high-purity magic essence, we can firmly control the high-end market, which is the most influential core customer base.

By identifying the target customer group and employing appropriate sales strategies, it's also possible to boost sales of low-purity magic essence.

With enough goods, he could not only hold onto his territory in Southport County, but he might even have a chance to steal business from the Earl's territory!

Father Auden noticed the longing in his boss's eyes and calmly began to persuade him:

“Old friend, you should calm down. This kid of unknown origin killed Caron Esso, and things will change drastically soon. The balance of the past has been completely broken. Let me tell you what will happen next; the Church will soon send an investigation team from the central government.”

A more troublesome fellow will take over Caron's position; this person might even be connected to the Earl. He will investigate Caron's disappearance relentlessly, cracking down on local businesses. You'll become the Church's primary target, so you'd better kill him now, withdraw from this business, and avoid getting caught in the crossfire.

"You told me to stop when the Earl intervened. Did you really want to see me surrender?" The boss was somewhat displeased with Father Auden's advice.

“You still have many safe businesses, but if you take one wrong step on this path, you'll lose everything. I just hope you can minimize your losses,” Father Oden replied calmly.

Leon grew increasingly wary of the priest; it seemed the old man held a position similar to an advisor and consultant for the boss, wielding considerable influence.

Unlike Garcia, Father Oden did not harbor any direct hostility towards him; he simply viewed Leon's presence as a destabilizing factor from the perspective of his boss.

But in terms of threat, Father Oden is now far greater than Garcia!

Garcia's drooping lips curled up slightly again. He knew that Father Oden was deeply trusted by his boss, and his advice still carried weight. The key was that Father Oden was now essentially on his side!

"Heh, so it sounds like killing Caron Esso was my fault?" Leon suddenly stared at his boss and sneered. "Get this straight, if your people hadn't betrayed me to Caron, why would I have gone to such lengths?"

The old shop owner standing nearby was terrified upon hearing this; Leon had finally revealed his secret!

Upon hearing this, the shop owner thought for a moment before realizing what was happening. He glared angrily at the old shopkeeper, his cigar squashed out of shape: "Roddy, is that you?"

The old shopkeeper, his face ashen, staggered backward, turning to Leon in disbelief: "Didn't you promise me?"

"You promised me you'd keep your mouth shut," Leon replied coldly, then turned his gaze to the remaining people. "By the way, aren't you all curious about how I killed Caron?"

Just as everyone was puzzled by his words, Leon raised his hand, bit his finger, and purplish-red blood immediately seeped from his fingertip and dripped down, turning into purple smoke.

The moment they saw the cursed blood, an instinctive sense of dread washed over everyone. Even Father Auden, who had been calm all along, showed a hint of fear in his eyes and instinctively stepped back.

"You fucking bastard!" Garcia and the remaining two bodyguards immediately tensed up, looking like they were about to fire.

“Don’t move. If you kill me, everyone here will die,” Leon said with a smile, trying to stop them. “Before coming here, I drank a powerful potion. If I die here, my body will explode immediately, and poison gas will fill the entire manor…”

It's unlikely anyone would believe that such a witch's blessing is her own ability, and it would also reveal some unnecessary information. It would be more convincing to say it's a magic potion.

“I’ve never heard of such a thing. Wouldn’t you poison yourself first?” Father Auden was clearly somewhat skeptical.

"It seems you don't know much about potions. Now you can broaden your horizons!"

After Leon finished speaking, he suddenly pointed to the old shop owner standing to the side.

A drop of blood splattered from his finger, and the old shopkeeper cried out in alarm, dodging the drop of blood that he had avoided. The blood that he dodged evaporated into poisonous mist beside him.

The old shopkeeper's face suddenly changed. A strong feeling of numbness spread from his abdomen, as if something was blocking his trachea, making it impossible for him to breathe.

He covered his throat as he suffocated, then remained in that position, his joints hardening within seconds, the stiffness quickly spreading throughout his body.

Everyone except Leon watched in horror as his body turned as white as plaster, and then gradually oozed transparent crystals.

In just a few seconds, he turned into a stone statue.

Even if the few drops of cursed blood spilled by Leon were directly splashed on you, they wouldn't be enough to kill you so quickly.

This was entirely due to the cursed blood that Leon had the old shopkeeper drink beforehand, which was then activated by his abilities.

But to others, the old shop owner had only come into contact with his blood and was suspected of coming into contact with a small amount of poisonous mist, which is why he turned into this state.

The claim that the corpse would explode and produce poisonous fog was just something Leon made up on the spot; he had never died. But such a visual performance should be enough to convince the other party.

Even if the other party only has suspicions, they might not dare to take the gamble.

In this way, he can take the initiative!

"I've taken care of the traitor for you. What's next?"

Leon calmly looked at the completely stunned boss and others, took a step forward, and the people on the other side of the table retreated.

"What? You're going to point a gun at me? Aren't you afraid it'll go off accidentally?" Leon grinned at Garcia, spreading his hands and said, "Then shoot! We'll all die together! Come on, shoot!!"

Garcia's hands trembled involuntarily as the fear he had felt that night in the tavern resurfaced and swelled exponentially.

The madness he sensed from the judge that day was just the tip of the iceberg!

"You lot, put your guns down right now!!" The boss suddenly snapped out of his daze and ordered his men.

Chapter 51 Showing Sincerity to Mr. Fenrir

Upon receiving the boss's order, the other two bodyguards immediately lowered their guns, fearing that an accidental discharge would kill them.

Only Garcia remained hesitant, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

Shooting him would mean certain death, but he also vaguely sensed what would happen to him if Leon continued to control the situation like this!

Leon calmly watched Garcia's gun barrel, and after fully tasting the other's fear, he leaned over the long table, pretending to flip over it, and said in a half-joking tone, "Still want to shoot? Then why don't I go over there myself so you can aim a little better?"

"Did I tell you to put it down, you idiot?!"

The boss flew into a rage, personally reached out and took the gun from Garcia's hand, then swung his other hand and slapped Garcia across the face.

In his view, this foolish subordinate had just tried to kill everyone!

"I'm sorry, boss..." Garcia, who had just woken up, did not dare to disobey his boss and could only cover his face and bow his head to apologize.

"Enough, let's sit down and talk this over calmly." The boss raised his hand to stop Leon from approaching further, trying to stabilize the situation. "You came here to discuss a deal, didn't you? Why don't you get your hand injury bandaged first?"

After he finished speaking, he gave a wink to the bodyguard next to him, who took out a wad of emergency bandage from his body and pushed it across the table toward Leon.

Leon's wound on his hand was less than a centimeter long and quickly stopped bleeding, but to them it looked as if it was constantly releasing deadly poison gas.

"Talking about a deal?" Leon didn't reach for the bandage, but raised an eyebrow and smiled, holding the test tube as he asked, "You still want my goods?"

The boss stared intently at the test tube in Leon's hand, then returned to his original seat and picked up his cigar again.

“Yes, that’s right, I’m very interested, we can talk.” The boss had calmed down and adopted his usual business aura.

“Old friend, just because you can’t kill him doesn’t mean you can’t extricate yourself. In the current situation, it’s fine to just let him have this business…” Father Auden spoke again.

"Enough, Father, I've made up my mind!" The boss raised his hand to interrupt Father Oden. "Business must continue. This business is the only way I can maintain my relationships with those important clients. Other businesses can only bring me profit."

But only this can give me a chance to get close to power! Without power, no matter how much money you have, it's just waiting for someone to reach out and take it. Isn't that what you told me?

“I also said I could help you find other avenues,” Father Auden said.

“There’s no more direct way than this, you don’t need to say anything more!” The boss stared at Leon with a determined look on his face. “Sit down, Fenrir, name your price!”

Leon looked back at his boss, not sitting down immediately: "Your determination is commendable, but if you want to do business with me, you need to resolve your issues first."

"What's the problem?" The boss didn't react for a moment.

“Your men betrayed me, forcing me to kill Caron Esso to clean up your mess.” Leon glanced at the old shopkeeper, now a stone statue. “So, what’s your problem?”

“You’ve already killed him. Normally, according to the rules, I should hand over my men to you for disposal to give you an explanation, but since you want to handle it yourself, I acknowledge that you have that right. This matter can be put on hold. Now, just sit down, and the price is negotiable,” the boss said, tapping the table with his fingers.

"Isn't there someone else we need to deal with?" Leon's gaze passed over the boss and looked at Garcia behind him.

After being reprimanded by his boss, Garcia, who had been hanging his head, looked up as if he had been electrocuted and glared fiercely at Leon: "Do you want to die?"

But Leon had already seen through the other party's bluff, and he didn't even bother to look at them, let alone pay them any attention.

Now no one dares to touch Leon; Leon no longer needs to risk his life at the gambling table.

Now he's negotiating Garcia's fate with his boss, while Garcia, waiting to be slaughtered, has no control over his own destiny.

The boss took a puff of his cigar and replied, "He's been with me for a long time. Although he acted impulsively this time, it was still to fulfill his duty to protect me. We didn't know you were an Inquisitor at first, so it's not entirely our fault. I apologize for what happened earlier; let's just let it go."

Developing a good subordinate takes time. Garcia is his debt collector and also a henchman who helps him handle many shady jobs. Most of the time, he is quite reliable. He doesn't want to easily lose such a seasoned subordinate, who can be considered an asset to him.

Moreover, killing a long-time subordinate who had followed him for many years because of a single word from the trading partner would undoubtedly risk losing the support of his other subordinates. Therefore, the boss's first reaction was to save Garcia and minimize the damage.

This is also part of his business experience.

"Boss!" Garcia breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his boss with a grateful expression.

"Is that so?" Leon nodded expressionlessly, then gave a casual reply, "Then our deal ends here. Farewell."

After saying that, he turned and left, knowing that no one would dare to shoot him in the back now.

"Wait a minute!" The boss hurriedly stood up. "Are you really going to give up a deal worth millions or even tens of millions for such a small personal grudge? I've already said that the price is negotiable. Just name your price. There's no need to resort to these kinds of tactics to bargain!"

"Bargaining?" Leon turned around, squinting at the shopkeeper. "Are you misunderstanding something? Do you think I brought you here to beg you to do business with me?"

The boss was stunned.

"Get this straight, I'm the one evaluating you, not the other way around. Your people betrayed me, and I had to kill Caron and bring him to you because I needed to reassess my trading partner. And what have you shown me?"

Leon shook his head at his boss. "Your subordinate wasn't there to protect you, but to get revenge on me. When he got carried away and revealed his identity to me, do you think I couldn't guess who you were? You've been wearing that mask for nothing, you know? You couldn't even see that?"

The boss was speechless. Once Garcia's identity was revealed, it was indeed not difficult to guess his identity. He was Potter, a wealthy man who controlled Southport County, and also a local gangster, known as Mr. Griffin.

"Your old man, Roddy, has betrayed me at least three times during our meetings. And you still want to protect a piece of trash who has a grudge against me so he can stab me in the back? You can't even control your own people..."

Leon pointed at old Roddy, who had turned to stone, then moved his finger to Garcia. "You can't even leash your dog properly. Even so, I still gave you a chance to show your sincerity, and you apologize to me? Heh, maybe you should listen to the priest and stop as soon as possible. You're so indecisive, do you even deserve to compete with the Earl?"

When Leon mentioned the Count at the end, the boss was clearly moved. His face under the mask darkened, and his fingers tightened around the cigar again.

“I can’t work with someone so lacking in judgment. Goodbye.” This time, Leon turned and walked straight out the door.

Garcia breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Leon leave.

He's finally gone, that's good... It's all for the best that the deal fell through. If Leon had started doing business with the boss, he would have been killed by that madman one day!

Only Father Auden nervously watched his boss's slightly trembling shoulders from behind, vaguely sensing something.

Leon walked slowly to the hall entrance, when he suddenly heard Garcia's surprised voice behind him: "Boss?"

Immediately afterwards, a gunshot rang out without warning.

Leon stopped and slowly turned around.

What he saw was Potter standing up from his seat, a cigar still smoking in his mouth, and a gun that was also smoking in his hand—the one Potter had just snatched from Garcia.

Garcia lay slumped on the long table, a bullet hole piercing his temple, his eyes wide open in death, the white tablecloth stained with blood.

The other two bodyguards behind him retreated in bewilderment, while Father Auden closed his eyes and sighed.