Who hid My Corpse!

But in Tim's eyes, it was nothing more than a tempting fat sheep.

Because when he came in, Tim had seen his face.

Delicate features, pale complexion, like a pretty boy on the run.

Tim guessed his identity.

Rhein's little priest, huh.

The characteristics were too obvious.

So Tim skillfully served the little priest three cups of wine, then smiled and said, "Enjoy."

The wine naturally had a problem, but one that wasn't obvious at first glance.

Tim knew Rhein's priest had the ability to detect poison, but it didn't matter. Because these three cups were harmless individually, but together they became poisonous, unless consumed in a specific order.

And this order was known only to the maker, Tim.

So, this little priest in front of him either wouldn't drink at all or could only drink one cup to survive.

But Tim knew he wouldn't do that, because those priests fleeing from Rhein trusted Rhein's spell absolutely.

"Come on, little fat sheep."

Tim watched as the little priest raised one of the glasses, took a light sip, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

But when he picked up the second glass, Tim's smile disappeared.

Because the order was right.

... Damn, was this guy really so lucky?

He cursed silently in his heart.

But he didn't think much about it, after all, drinking three cups in order was unlikely, but not impossible.

So, Tim picked up the folding meat knife and began preparing the priest's meal.

He had plenty of tricks up his sleeve, not worried that the little priest wouldn't fall in line.

However, whether it was the half-poisoned steak, the utensils that only activated with saliva, or the folded napkins, all the little tricks were effortlessly neutralized by the other party.

That made Tim realize it wasn't a coincidence earlier.

This guy knew everything!

But how did he know?!

There were a few methods Tim hadn't even used yet.

How did he see through them?!

"You told me, didn't you."

The airy voice startled Tim out of his contemplation, and he looked up to find the little priest looking at him with a half-smile, and before he could react, the little priest spoke again.

"You poisoned me four times, count that as four lives," he said, "One life for a thousand gold, so just give me four thousand gold."

Tim narrowed his eyes slightly.

He grabbed the folding meat knife from the cutting board and smashed it in front of the priest with a "bang."

"Don't think you're remarkable just with some tricks," Tim said coldly, "Do you know what I use this knife for?"

"To cut meat?"

"Yes." Tim walked in front of the priest, looking down at him, "When folded, it cuts beef, but open, it cuts human flesh... Do you wish for me to unfold it?"

The priest laughed, "Is that so..."

Tim snorted coldly, intending to issue a few more threats when "bang," beams of light shot in from outside the tavern.

The priest simply sidestepped lightly, dodging the beams.

But Tim wasn't quick enough, his outstretched hands were instantly blown to bits.

He screamed in agony and fell to the ground, then saw over a dozen mages entering through the hole blasted open.

... What the hell was going on?!

"That's how it is," the priest laughed, "That's life, you never know if accidents or tomorrow will come first."

Tim stared dumbly at the priest.

Only to see the priest pick up the meat knife that had fallen to the ground, and then with a "clang," unfold it.

The blade, full of blood stains and rust marks, reflected Tim's horrified face.

"Come on."

Bai Wei smiled and said.

"Let me get used to this new body again."