Bab 96: The Most Deadly Poison is Mistrust

The incident with the dead ants on the table and the untouched food aroused in Victor Shieldman a feeling of extreme distrust that spread through his mind like dark clouds. 

Victor had no idea who wanted to kill him or the reason behind it, so everyone was a suspect. The guest room, illuminated by the soft morning light that filtered through the ajar curtains, had an almost unreal atmosphere because of this. He thought he would have some peace at Selvarum Manor.

A little dazed, Victor put on his dark tunic, adjusting it on his arms as his thoughts wandered. As he put on his boots and adjusted his pants, Victor felt the weight of the situation on his shoulders and let out a heavy sigh.

Death seemed to have been stalking him ever since he traveled to Kozáni City and it was quickly becoming exhausting in every way.