Chapitre 533: The Dying Merchant: Transferring Things

"I … truly have no idea what it is." The doctor that was brought inside the inn said with a shake of his head while staring down at the middle-aged merchant who was incredibly pale and weak.

The place where he had been cut was now a bit purple and was festering. The poison that had been spilled over the blade wounded him entering his body and slowly killing it from the inside, something that wasn't that shocking when facing bandits.

"How could it be?" The merchant's son asked in shock as the trader, who had arrived in the inn after hearing of what was going on, shook his head and patted his shoulder.

"The poison has already spread deep inside the body, there probably wasn't that much poison on the blade, but after almost 2 days, it seems to have been more than enough for it to slowly infect the body and become fatal … I'm sorry, but from what I can see, you only have a couple of hours left to live, if that much."