Chapter 6: The Visitor is a Guest

The night has grown late, and from a distance, a few piercing barks of a dog can be heard, perhaps someone from a nearby household has mistakenly approached the wrong door in the middle of the night

Fei Jie has been working in the Ge Wu Institute of the Kyoto Inspection Bureau for many years. Now in his fifties, although he is somewhat renowned for his expertise in toxicology, overall, he is in a semi-retired state. If it were not for a powerful individual requesting him to come to Danzhou to give a lecture, which he did not have the courage to refuse, he would certainly not have left Kyoto.

Fan Xian was startled and jumped behind Uncle Wu Zhu, grabbing his sleeve and with a苦 face murmured, "Uncle, this assassin does not look good."

Unexpectedly, Wu Zhu said softly: "Young Master, you have mistaken the person."

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Do not touch with your hands; what if he is poisonous?" Fan Xian reminded the blind youth Wu Zhu

The blind youth named Wuzhu tilted his head slightly and after a moment, spoke: "Young master, you truly astonish me"

Self-taught. Fan Xian did not dare to offend this strong individual, the only one he could trust, and respectfully said: "Nephew knows that Uncle has been guarding the grocery store to protect him, and also understands that Uncle fears that the enemies of my mother might find me here because of Uncle's presence in the bookstore, so he did not stay at the Earl's residence. Therefore, I have no choice but to be a bit ruthless myself."

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This is the chief official of the Third Division of the Supervisory Yuan. Wuzhu slowly crouched down, touching the assassin's jaw, "One of the three most renowned poison experts in the world, skilled in the use of poison, identification of poison, and antidotes. Such a formidable figure was unexpectedly brought down by you with a porcelain pillow. I wonder if it is your luck that is too good, or his luck that is too bad"

Fan Xian then recalled that this assassin on the ground had previously mentioned that he was sent by his father, but...

He looked at the little boy in front of him and found that the boy's face was full of innocent cuteness. Those big eyes sparkled, mixed with a hint of fear and shame. Such a lovely little face, combined with the boy's identity, left him with nowhere to vent his pent-up anger.

"The day, as long as a T-BAG, who would believe such an old lecher."

Noticing his actions, Wuzhu stood up and shook his head: "Your temperament differs greatly from that of the young lady. At such a young age, to be so ruthless and merciless, I wonder who taught you this."

"It is indeed his bad luck," Fan Xian thought to himself. Although he was quite surprised by the reputation of the person on the ground, considering that the other party had encountered someone like him, who appeared to be an infant but was actually a monster with two lifetimes, it was clear that the other party's luck was not very good.

He does not have a naturally affable temperament; rather, in this world, the blind youth before him is the first person he has come to know and the only one he dares to trust completely. Moreover, he is aware that the other party is a formidable individual, so he deliberately adopts a more endearing and respectful demeanor, frequently addressing him as 'uncle'.

Fan Xian furrowed his brows and asked with a pained expression, "Uncle, what should we do about this person?"

"There’s no time to act profound here; you have to take care of me," Fan Xian chuckled, thinking to himself how could it still be a time for pretending not to know each other. Without overthinking, he grabbed the hand of the blind youth and headed towards the direction of the other prefecture.

Upon hearing that the assassin had awakened and referred to himself as Fei Jie, Fan Xian found the situation indeed quite perplexing

However, at this moment, there was still an unconscious assassin in his bedroom, so there was no time to ask anything. He directly spoke up: "A cartographer came to kill me, and now I have knocked him unconscious; he is lying on the ground."

The young master is still talking nonsense

Fan Xian looked at the person on the ground, uncertain whether they were alive or dead, and inevitably felt a bit tense. He then asked, "Uncle Wuzhu, why have you been staying in the grocery store these past few years without daring to acknowledge me?"

Wuzhu did not cease his movements, nor did he offer any explanations, but the intensity of his demeanor made Fan Xian feel that the other party was conveying to him that there was no poison in this world that could kill him

His gaze wandered around before finally landing on the knife. He clenched his teeth and thought to himself that it would be better to simply stab this Lord Fei to death.

Let us deal with this person in front of us first. Fan Xian laboriously turned the assassin on the ground over, removing his mask to reveal the true face of the assassin

Ah? Did I get the wrong person? Fan Xian was instantly dumbfounded, slowly lowering his head to look at the assassin on the ground, whose face was covered in blood

His meaning is quite clear; matters such as murder are best left to Uncle Wuzhu to handle

Wuzhu shook his head again, saying nothing

"Five Lords?" Fei Jie widened his somewhat murky eyes, which were tinged with brown poison, and upon seeing the appearance of that servant, he was startled and exclaimed: "Five Lords, it turns out to be you"

The assassin's face is gaunt, and he appears somewhat aged, with the beard on his chin beginning to turn white. However, for some unknown reason, there are streaks of a greenish hue mixed in with the white, which looks rather repulsive.

He was indeed somewhat surprised. Although he knew that this child, being the daughter of the young lady, would certainly possess some unique qualities, Wuzhu did not expect that at the mere age of four, the child would appear so mature... Moreover, the child was even able to... scheme against Lord Fei, who had come to the capital.

Turning his head, he saw a servant-like fellow who was ready to unleash his anger on the other party: "Hey you! Hurry up and untie me! I am Teacher Fei, hired at great expense by the esteemed Count."

Fan Xian realized that his mother's servant, who was quite skilled, had begun to harbor doubts about him. He chuckled and asked, "Uncle, what should we do next?"

The blind youth slightly tilted his head, feeling a subtle stir within, yet his face showed no expression. He lowered his head and performed a bow, saying, "What nonsense is Young Master Fan talking about?"

Arriving outside the Earl's residence, two individuals crawled back through the dog door, standing in the bedroom and "looking" at the assassin who remained unconscious on the floor.

The blind man, with a cold expression, turned sideways to listen to Fan Xian's words. Finally, he moved, closing the door of the grocery store, and stepped towards the Earl's residence. Fan Xian felt a sense of relief in his heart and hurriedly followed behind with quick steps

Who knows, that servant seems even prouder than him, completely ignoring him, and coldly said: "It appears that there is no provision for you to act as a teacher in the agreement between me and your superior."

The blind youth furrowed his brow slightly, seemingly puzzled as to why this child appeared to know his identity—when he had brought the infant Fan Xian to Danzhou, Fan Xian was only a few months old and should not have any memories. Could it be that the old lady of the Earl's residence had informed him of his identity?

However, since the beating has already occurred, there is no need to think too much about it. Wuzhu said quietly: "Lord Fei is the head of the third chamber of the Supervisory Yuan, and his hidden identity... to be precise, is a subordinate of your father's subordinate. Therefore, his visit to Danzhou this time should not be to kill you. If he truly intended to kill you, I believe that no matter how capable the young master is, he would have died countless times already.

However, I never expected that upon seeing my student for the first time, I would be struck with two severe blows, lose half a bowl of fresh blood, and nearly lose my life