"I hope you will uphold the contract," a woman said coldly, "After my death, do not interfere with Arthur."
"We never break a contract."
"That's good."
Click.
The door opened, and a maid brought in the lunch, which included sturgeon, Rod IV's favorite fish.
Picking up the knife and fork, Rod IV slowly cut a piece of the fish and handed it to the woman next to him. She opened her red lips and bit into the fish, chewed twice, and then said, "It's poisoned."
"Is it lethal?"
"Not lethal, but it targets the soul. If taken over a long period, an ordinary person would be bedridden, but given your current condition..." the woman pondered for a moment, "I'm afraid your life might be shortened to three months."