A Botanist's Guide To Parties And Poisons の小説・ストーリー

Toto added, “Just like how the plant is very beautiful and appears to have emerged from Paradise, this inn sheltered those beautiful girls. Yet, underneath those magnificent green leaves and gorgeous red flowers with extraordinarily beautiful shapes and fruits that look like waxy-looking blackberries, Atropa Belladonna is dangerously poisonous.” “And, like its deadly poison, Pedro Quintos was the ugly truth that enshrouded the beauty of the Nightshade Inn,” Jan finished. I turned my gaze at them, raised an eyebrow, and crossed my arms. “Who are you two trying to impress being poetic like that?” WE PARTED WAYS before the start of CSD’s classes at eight o’clock. Since our class starts at eleve

He looked at me with enthusiasm and continued, "It would be great if you help me arrange a meeting with the plantation that can provide me with a steady supply of aconite." "Wolfsbane?" My smile suddenly vanished as I tried to process his request. "Isn't that a highly toxic and dangerous plant?" "Yes, it is," he replied, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer until our faces were inches apart. "But it has incredible medicinal properties when used correctly. I've been studying its effects and believe it could revolutionize modern medicine. I need your help to visit a reputable plantation that can ensure a safe and reliable supply."

A pack should be selfsustained whenever possible. I can smell the belladonna on the wind as we approach the root vegetables area. I follow my nose to the edge of the field, and I see a large cropping of belladonna plants. Their roots have furrowed over to the potatoes, and I immediately know this is the source of the poisoning.

David states furmly as the guard hesitates for a bit but let us out anyway. The mansion boasts a stunning garden at the front, with a neatly paved road cutting through its lush greenery. The vibrant flowers, in full bloom, fill the air with their intoxicating aroma, making the entire scene feel almost surreal. But this breathtaking view is merely a prelude. It reminds me of that dream I dreamt in which I saw my mother.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and listened to the councilman. “The five glasses will contain four poisons. BELLADONNA…” A dramatic gasp went around the arena. My eyes widened. The trial could really kill. They were working with deadly poisons. The councilman looked around “WOLFSBANE! WATER HEMSLOCK! FOXGLOVE!” “Faith?! Faith!” I called out to my wolf in panic. “Can you heal me? If I ingest any one of them, could you heal me?” She sighed and I knew the truth. These poisons had been handpicked for that very purpose—they could not be healed by our wolves.

"What kind of poison?" "A neurotoxin. Designed to mimic natural organ failure. Without an antidote, it will shut down his nervous system within seventy-two hours." She meets my eyes. "I can synthesize an antidote, but I need a rare component. A plant called Wolfsbane Blue. It only grows in one place." "Where?" "Viktor Russo's private greenhouse. In his estate." The room spins. "Viktor's compound?" I whisper. "You want me to break into Viktor's compound?"

“Wow. Does that mean you did it to protect them?” “I’m glad you were able to get that” She made a walk towards the other side. “Where are we going now?” I ushered again. “To get the herbs” We went through the tall tress stopping by some plants to fetch them. While on that, any plant she touched, I ask her about it. And I was lucky enough she explained them to me. “What is this one called?” I was about to touched it when she smacked my hands away. “It’s a poisonous plant. If you touch it , you will get some black veins all over your body”

the woman explained before describing the plant carefully. Ruztom left immediately. Beta Armin stayed behind to keep watch while the woman continued treating Genaro. An hour later, Ruztom returned carrying two similar-looking plants. “This one is Long Bat,” the woman said, pointing toward the plant in Ruztom’s right hand. Then her eyes shifted. “The other one is Hazel Cloth.” She frowned immediately. “That one is poison.” Ruztom froze. “Wash your hand.” “What?!” He threw the plant away so fast it nearly hit the cave wall before sprinting toward the water basin.

I began violently tossing aside dried roots, bronze shears, and empty vials until my freezing fingers hit something solid—a heavy, locked leather binder meticulously hidden beneath a false wooden drawer panel. I ripped it open, tearing the small lock clean off the leather. My eyes widened to the size of saucers as my gaze frantically scanned the pages. It was Valeria’s private, completely hidden ledger. Every single page was filled with her meticulous, elegant handwriting. It detailed her highly toxic botanical experiments, complex, lethal poison recipes, and the precise micro-dose protocols she had used to build deep, secret immunities within her own bloodline. There were detailed sketches

She didn’t have any other ulterior motives. “I feel as though my closet is too small. I was wondering if I could have someone come in and make my closet bigger. I don’t have enough space for all my books...” Rosalie tests as she watches him drink the coffee. Tonight she’ll finally know the side effects of the drug. She was perfecting a new poison – a clear, colourless liquid that, despite its innocent appearance, held the power to bring even the strongest man to his knees. Or that’s what she had planned. It was a potent brew, a blend of rare botanicals and powerful toxins, a testament to her years of studying the dark arts of chemistry and toxicology.