Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Jeremiah’s voice gradually deepened, and after a moment, he said, “Dungo Village, Bonnie’s hometown, is also a gathering place for poison sorcerers. They inhabit the entire village.”

Jeremiah’s face was serious as he delved into his memories. Five years ago, he and his team chased an international fugitive who fled to Dungo Village and disappeared.

The village had a creepy atmosphere, and its residents still held onto some mysterious beliefs.

One night, Jeremiah accidentally passed by a villager’s house. He saw many villagers gathering, each with a strange look of excitement. They were performing some ritual. But when the fugitive’s location was uncovered, they quickly left Dungo Village.

Later, Jeremiah looked up information about Dungo Village. He speculated that the villagers back then might have been performing a ceremony to pray for good weather and a bountiful harvest. However, the exact nature of the ceremony involved remained unknown.

Andrew was stunned. Although he had known Bonnie for so long, he didn’t know she was a poison sorcerer.

Charles set down his glass and looked at Jeremiah’s serious face. He realized things were not that straightforward.

He thought, ‘What’s most famous about poison sorcerers?‘ He suddenly recalled something from years ago and sank into deep thought.

Samantha was intrigued and continued to ask, “Jeremiah, don’t leave us in the dark. What’s going on with the village? Is something wrong?”

Jeremiah’s eyes were as deep as a cold pool. He said casually, “Indigenous peoples are known for their expertise in magical poisons, which are secrets passed from mother to daughter.”

Andrew’s hand trembled, spilling half of his drink. His expression changed instantly, thinking, ‘What did I hear? Magical poisons? Passed from mother to daughter?‘

Samantha was also taken aback, but she accepted it faster than Andrew. After all, Clusia had many mysterious places with a five thousand–year history. Some things were hard to explain.

But she didn’t expect Andrew to fall for a poison sorcerer. She took a sip of vodka and thought, ‘Although Andrew usually appears unreliable, once he commits to something or someone, he won’t easily change his mind.

Andrew was the only son of the Mitchell family, so Samantha decided to join the trip to Normis as well.

Andrew asked, “Jeremiah, are you saying Bon knows magical poisons?”

Jeremiah shook his head and said solemnly, “Not sure.”

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Yvette lowered her eyes as she rested her chin on her hand. Her gaze lingered slightly, and she said coolly, “No, she doesn’t.”

As soon as Yvette spoke, everyone looked at her, meeting her bright eyes.

Andrew felt much more at ease. He believed what Yvette said. She would never speak without certainty. He asked, “Yvette, have you been to Dungo Village?”

Yvette leaned back and replied calmly, “No, I haven’t.”

Yvette hadn’t been to Dungo Village, but years ago, she had already dealt with people who practiced magical poisons. The outcome was obvious: that person died, and it was a gruesome death.

Samantha had a strong hunch that even if Yvette hadn’t been there, she surely had deep knowledge.

Charles asked, “Yvette, do you know about magical poisons and poisonous insects?”

Yvette took a sip of orange juice, curled up her legs, and pursed her lips.

Then, she said, “Humans breed poisonous insects. The method involves placing various highly toxic critters into a sealed. container. These include venomous snakes, eels, centipedes, frogs, scorpions, worms, large green caterpillars, and mantises.

“Flying creatures and four–legged animals that can run are excluded. Only toxic crawlers are used. After putting these twelve types into the jar, they fight each other, and the last one standing is poisonous insects.”

Samantha and Andrew were really grossed out by this explanation. Charles, having seen all kinds of things in the underworld, found it more surprising than disgusting.

Jeremiah stayed calm, his expression unchanged the whole time. His gaze fixed on Yvette. He was impressed by how much Yvette knew about poisonous insects.

Raising an eyebrow, Jeremiah continued, “Ancient texts have spoken about this, and archaeologists have found related evidence. In some tribes in the Normis region, chiefs wanted to rest peacefully without disturbance after death.

“They had the superior sorcerer turn their people into human statues. While the person was still alive, an insect was injected into their body. This insect fed on the person’s flesh and blood, quickly turning them into a mummy.

“The insect would then lay eggs within the body, which became a vacuum environment. The larvae could stay dormant in the body for a long time. If disturbed by future generations, these larvae would break out quickly, killing the intruder.”

Upon hearing Jeremiah’s words, Samantha quickly took a sip of her drink to calm her nerves.

Yvette glanced up at Jeremiah. He was expertly peeling nuts, which was interesting to watch. Jeremiah nodded and casually handed the nuts he had peeled to Yvette.

The other three had grown so accustomed to their public display of affection that it barely registered anymore.

Samantha held back her disgust and continued to ask, “Yvette, how did you know Bonnie couldn’t do magical poisons? Didn’t Jeremiah say this skill is traditionally passed from mother to daughter?”

Yvette slightly raised her chin and said calmly, “The smell. People who practice magical poisons usually have a distinct aroma on them all year round.”

Andrew thought for a moment. Bonnie always had a milky scent without any other smell. He remarked that if Bonnie could do magical poisons with her simple mind, anyone could.

If Bonnie knew what Andrew thought about her, she would be speechless.

Yvette glanced at everyone and said calmly, “Over time, there are fewer people who can do magical poisons. Moreover, the conditions required are very strict: timing, location, temperature, and soil–all must align perfectly. It’s not that easy.”

Samantha looked at Yvette and said, “Yvette, I want to go with you all too.”

Charles said, “Yvette, I’d like to go too.”

Yvette narrowed her eyes. She thought for a few seconds, then nodded without expression. She agreed, “Alright.”

Originally, only three plane tickets were booked, but two more were added, bringing the group heading to Normis from three to five people.

They stayed at the bar a little longer, talking about the trip planned for the day after tomorrow and what they needed to prepare.

As they were about to leave, Andrew said he needed to use the bathroom. When he didn’t return after five minutes, they thought something was wrong.

Charles went to the men’s restroom but couldn’t find anyone. Passing one of the private rooms, he heard Andrew’s voice and immediately pushed the door open.

The room was chaotic. There was a creepy middle–aged man, a trembling young girl in light clothing holding a knife, and Andrew, who looked furious.

He had seen the creepy middle–aged man once before during the enrollment process at Argrol University. He remembered that this man named Patrick was the dean of academic affairs.

Charles walked over with a serious look. He asked Andrew, “What happened?”