Chapter 392: Manager Looske, I Heard You've Got Some Kind of Signature Move?

Hermoine hurriedly pulled out a dagger. "Sweetie, what are you doing?" "Helping him get a cleaner cut." Atreus Lyson flicked the blade in his hand. A drop of dark green liquid beaded at a tiny break along the edge, then fell. "By the way, if someone gets hit with this poison, do they die ugly?" "Ugly? That's putting it mildly." Hermoine started counting on her fingers, playing along. "First, once the poison takes hold, his mind gets even clearer. Then he watches his hands and feet rot away. After...