Black Iron Crown

　　 The fat cook was sweating all over, looking around and cautiously returning to Fort Kahn, he held the small cloth bag that Logan gave him tightly in his arms, for fear that someone would find it.

"So you're here!" A waiter suddenly patted the fat cook on the shoulder. He was taken aback, and suddenly looked back at the waiter, his lips trembled slightly, and he squatted: "I... Are you... what's the matter with you?"

"Ha! You actually asked me what's the matter!" The attendant let out a sharp mockery, and said, "I think you have eaten too much and eat your mind! See what time is it now! My lord We should have lunch right away! Go and prepare the food and deliver it, otherwise you won’t have enough heads to cut!"

　　 "Oh...I'm going now!" The fat cook nodded as if he had just woke up from a dream, and hurried to the direction of the kitchen.

　　 ran all the way back to the kitchen. The fat cook was covered with sweat on his forehead. He licked his thick lips, picked up the knife on the table and started to pick up a piece of meat.

After 　　 is cut, the meat is thrown into a clay pot filled with water, and then heated on fire.

Looking at the bubbling hot soup, the fat cook sat on the small stool blankly, struggling in his heart, patted the small cloth bag on his chest, and wanted to reach in and touch the cloth bag out. He retracted his hand and repeated it several times.

He took a deep breath and touched the two coppers in the cloth pocket around his waist. He took them out and took a look. He thought about what Logan had said to him. He seemed to have made up his mind. Li took out the small cloth bag that Logan had given.

　　 He opened the small cloth bag, and there were some powdery medicinal things in between. Looking at the broth that had completely boiled, the fat cook tremblingly poured the powder inside the cloth bag in half.

Soon, under the boiling soup pot, the poison configured by Logan quickly dissolved in the soup. The fat cook thought for a while, and poured the remaining half of the bag into it. It was still quickly dissolved in the soup pot. among.

　　 Looking at the powder gradually disappearing, the fat cook licked his lips, the sweat beads on his forehead became more and more.

　　 "Okay, the adults are still waiting!" The waiter walked in just now and patted the fat cook on the shoulder, and said angrily.

　　 "Ah... okay... okay!" The fat cook hurriedly put the cloth bag back, and said to the attendant in a panic.

　　 "What's wrong with you?" the waiter asked the fat cook suspiciously.

"No...nothing...I'm just hungry...hungry!" The heart of the stumbling fat cook is about to jump out. If this matter is discovered, he will definitely die without a burial place. .

　　 "Hungry?" The waiter became more suspicious looking at the appearance of the fat cook: "What did you put in your arms just now?"

　　 said, he was about to come up and check the cook's chest.

"What is this!" After a while, the waiter took a piece of jerky from the fat cook's chest and threw it on the chopping board and said: "Okay, you dare to eat it! I must tell the adults! You just wait. Bar!"

　　 Looking at the jerky that was taken out, the fat cook's hanging heart finally fell to the ground, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said coldly: What's wrong, I'm the only cook in the castle, can't I just eat something? Do you think adults don’t know? Adults only care about whether I can make delicious food for them. What kind of thing are you? "

　　 Facing the suddenly arrogant cook, the attendant was also speechless. This thing is indeed normal, but how could this weak fat cook suddenly become so brave that he dared to speak to himself like this.

　　 "Now that the food is ready, send it to the adults quickly, and wait for you to come back to see how I can clean you up!"

　　 After the waiter left, the fat cook walked out of the kitchen and looked around. After confirming that there was no one, he quickly threw the cloth bag containing the poison into the fire.

　　In the blazing fire, the cloth bag that once contained the poison soared out of blue smoke, and then turned into a pile of ashes.

The nervousness in the fat cook's heart has disappeared, and he has skillfully picked out several broths from the big earthenware pot, then made extremely fast white bread and some fruits, brought a few table knives, and ordered several cooks. Mother gave this "supplemented" lunch to the group of adults.

　　 After sending the lunch away, the fat cook trembled in excitement and fear. He was afraid that what he had done would be discovered and hanged him, but he was also looking forward to the future after his success.

"Madam, eat something, the messenger has already gone to the imperial capital, and soon will bring news to canonize you as the new Baron Kahn, you have to take care of your health, the Kahn family can't live without the baron!" The knight in charge of the broth bitterly persuaded Mrs. Kahn.

　　 The two or three knights who supported Mrs. Kahn also looked at her with a worried expression.

　　 "No, I don't have any appetite, you can eat it first!" Mrs. Kahn's complexion was rather decayed, her face was extremely pale with no **** color, and she was extremely haggard.

　　 "No madam, you must have something to eat~www.wuxiahere.com~ Otherwise, how can you be worthy of Lord Baron? You must continue the rule of the Kahn family!"

　　 After a moment of silence, Mrs. Kahn took the bowl and drank the soup in it.

　　 After drinking, she put the bowl aside, smacked her lips, frowned her eyebrows slightly, and said, "It tastes a little weird. Has the chef changed?"

　　 The knights did not answer, and they were very pleased that she started eating, which meant that the lady was finally going to take on the responsibility of the Kahn family.

　　 "Oh... my stomach is a little uncomfortable..." Mrs. Kahn frowned, clutching her stomach.

　　 The others became nervous. Lord Baron has just died, so please don't make any more accidents, Madam.

Unfortunately, things did not develop as they had hoped. Mrs. Kahn, er, the pain became more and more severe, and dense beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her face was pale due to lack of nutrition. Become more bloodless.

　　 "Ah... it hurts me!" Mrs. Kahn's entire expression was distorted, and she began to roll around on the bed, apparently suffering tremendous pain.

　　 "Go and call a doctor! Let him come as fast as possible!"

　　 The anxious voices of the knights resounded in the room, and the attendants at the door rushed to find the doctor.

　　 Soon, the elderly doctor was dragged over by the anxious attendant.

　　 "Quick! See what the **** is going on, Madam!"

　　 Before the doctor could catch his breath, a knight was sent to Mrs. Kahn's side for a diagnosis.

　　 After swallowing, the doctor put down his medicine box and began to check the condition of Mrs. Kahn.

　　 At this time, Mrs. Kahn was already painful and unconscious, and even the doctor was unaware of her diagnosis.