155 Chapter 155. Death- 2 (1/2)

There stood Peter, with a dead serious look on his face. If looks could kill, then the maid would already have been dead by now. His face was stoic and his eyes had a deathly glint in it. His stretched out hand, was barely inches away from the maid.

Peter was observing every single change on her expression on the maid's face, trying to see what is going on in her mind. Though, he was serious and stoic faced, he was having an internal struggle in remembering her familiar face.

When he saw the fear settling in her eyes, a light went on in his head. It was the maid from the last day. The maid with Shirley. He couldn't mistake it, because when he saw Shirley holding her in a chocking position, this maid had the same sense of fear in her eyes.

Now, the suspicions on Shirley was as high as Mount Everest in Peter's mind. He always had a suspicion on her and yesterday's was a catalyst to increase it. And, now Shirley's association with this maid, who was receiving some sort of messages from carrier birds, only confirmed his doubt's.

Peter clenched his jaw and spoke once more, ”Surrender.” His voice cold and commanding. As soon as he said that word, the expression on the lady's face chamged drastically. The fear in her eyes, settled into something unknown.

Knowing that she wasn't going to surrender, he held his stretched arm down and took a step towards her.

It all happened in a blink of eye. Peter took a step towards the maid and she responded by ducking and kick in him on his knee. As Peter went down, she turned on her heel and attempted to run, but Peter was no idiot to not have anticipated this move.

From his position, he stretched his other leg, which wasn't kicked and managed to trip the maid. The woman fell face first and struggled to get up, but she knew these were all futile attempts.

Now, she did the only thing that she was taught. Death.....

She reached for the ring, she wore on her left hand and opened it. The ring was a veil containing the most deadly venom of all time. It was extracted from a poisonous snake, which had no cure, if the venom came in contact with any human.

Peter struggled to get up, as the blow to his knee was quite hard, but he forces himself to move as fast as possible, when he observed the maid was doing something.

When Peter reached to her, she already took in the poison and she was attempting to swallow the paper, which the carrier bird just dropped. Peter's hand reacted immediately, as he held the hand of the woman which was trying to reach the mouth, desperately.

He was panting heavily, when the struggle ended. He was disappointed that he didn't expect tho move and lost her life. She could have been a good source for information about the enemies of the Seazle empire, but he knew it would be futile.

If the lady could die without a second thought, then she would always choose death over spill in out the secrets about the enemies. But, through all these negatives, the only positive thing that happened, was he was able to save the secret message.

Peter struggled to open the tightly clenched fist. He just hoped that the writing on it wouldn't be erased or the paper wouldn't tear down. Luckily, he was relieved that the paper and the writing were intact, when he secured the message.

But the problem was, he couldn't understand a thing written in that. It was very scattered and appeared to be some alienated language. He tried to look closely, but there was nothing he could understand.

Moreover, the words were written minutely. They were so small and needed to be seem closely to decipher. Peter took the small note and kept it close to his eyes. He squinted and tried to read the words, but they made no sense.

When he almost gave up on the big content of the small piece of paper, he caught sight of something at the end. He squinted again and tried to read the letter.

The meaning of the sentence he managed to understand, made his eyes widen and being to panic.

'Make sure to get the Princess into the trap.'