"The lips are slightly bluish and the patient's breathing is very weak."

"There is a slight almond scent in the mouth, accompanied by slight body convulsions..."

"It must be cyanide poisoning. " A noble doctor on the scene squatted next to Turing and conducted a brief investigation.

"The onset of the poison is rapid, and the level of poisoning is not shallow. Judging from this trend, this young lady probably can hold on for no more than ten minutes," the doctor shook his head and reached out with two fingers, opening Turing's eyes to examine the dilatation of the pupils, and spoke.

Listening to the doctor's analysis next to Turing, Raphael's face turned blue with anger and shouted angrily, "How dare someone plot against my guest right in front of me?"

"All of you! Seal the venue for me!" Raphael said to the security guards who came running after hearing the noise.

"From the guests to the servants and janitors, no one is allowed to leave."

The doctor was frightened by Raphael's anger and reluctantly withdrew into the line of nobles.

Raphael glanced at the guests with the corner of his eye, but did not see anyone with a strange reaction. Most of them, just like those who encountered a murder case, had lost their composure, feeling restless and anxious.

Damn it, is the pressure not enough to force that person out? Raphael thought, biting his finger.

"Lord Raphael, the hospitals near here are closed at this hour. What should we do?" Iphelita said to Raphael on the side, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for everyone around to hear.

As the Yansen Festival approached, the laid-back Acadia people had already shortened their daily working hours, and the hospital was no exception.

"May I ask if anyone here knows how to cure magic?" Raphael asked the guests, his voice full of sadness and moving, as if he was about to cry.

"Damn it, I don't know how to cure magic either. Are we just going to watch this child die?" Raphael said sadly.

The nobles usually don't bother to study practical magic to serve others. They usually bring specialized family healers to such banquets, but those people had already been secretly sent away by Raphael.

A woman wearing a cleaning worker uniform and Raphael's mask, with a well-proportioned figure, walked up.

"Lord Macnay, I am an emergency responder secretly arranged for the party. It was arranged by the supervisor, so you may not be aware of my existence. Please let me take a look at this young lady," the woman said.

Even though she wore a mask, others would subconsciously feel that she was a very gentle person when they heard her gentle voice.

"Hmm?" Raphael smiled playfully.

"I remember for certain reasons, I did not arrange such a position at the venue."

"You came up and said an identity that neither party recognizes. Could it be that you are the poisoner, trying to ensure the target's death?"

"Otherwise, shall I call the supervisor to verify your identity?" Raphael said one by one, without changing his expression or skipping a beat, paying no attention to the passage of time.

The people around started whispering because of Raphael's inappropriate provocation.

The woman also looked at Raphael, nervously clenched her fists, and remained silent for a while.

The ten minutes in the awkward confrontation quickly passed, but Raphael remained calm. She glanced at her watch, instructed her servant, as if Turing was not a person who had died at her own party.

"Alright, Miss Mcnay, I admit it. I am a soldier from the Kekup military intelligence, and this girl is related to The Altria Family. Given the seriousness of the situation, I have the authority to represent The Altria Family for emergency treatment," the woman said, and then walked towards Turing and squatted down.

"Afterwards, you can inquire more about why I appeared or why I wear a mask."

"By then, I will definitely accept whatever punishment you give me." Without waiting for Raphael's consent, the woman reached out and inquired about Turing's injuries with magic.

"Oh?"

"Accept whatever punishment? Your fate is far from being so simple." Raphael narrowed his eyes and muttered to herself in a low voice.Just as the woman was about to touch Turing, he suddenly grabbed her arm.

"Cylindrical rotating glimmer • exquisite divine light." These few words in Turing's mouth contained a vast amount of spells.

What made the woman even more frightened was that Turing recited the incantation, but she didn't feel any magical fluctuations.

The woman immediately realized what was happening and was shocked, using all her strength to shake off Turing's arm.

In her panic, she even couldn't stand up and fell hard on the ground.

"Ifrid, catch her." Raphael's cold and ruthless voice was more like the loudest starting gun for this woman than a command for Ifrid.

"The Good Shepherd."

The hoarse incantation was spoken by the woman with her gentle and warm voice, making one doubt if her throat could withstand such volume.

"Booom!"

Before Ifrid could react, the bar counter next to Raphael and the entire wall it was leaning against had already been burned to ashes.

Was the woman still there? All that was left was the dumbfounded bartender.

The splendid flame storm stirred up endless pieces of broken glass and debris, blowing everyone's clothing. Even if the guests were far away, there was no doubt about the horror of the woman's hasty attack.

"I'm going, master." Ifrid whispered beside Raphael and then rushed towards the burned wall, following the woman's direction.

The guests at the venue looked at each other, some of them had already dropped their wine glasses on the ground, and the sauce from their plates had stained their clothes. Apparently, they looked completely puzzled.

"Alright, alright, esteemed ladies and gentlemen. This was just an impromptu performance." Raphael calmly performed a noble gesture in front of the chaotic guests, and also pulled the pale-faced Turing to the only remaining seat at the bar counter that wasn't burned.

"Look, this young lady is perfectly fine."

"We were just testing the effectiveness of this new performance mode."

"But I apologize for truly startling all of you."

"After the banquet, on behalf of the MacNieu Society, I will present each and every one of you with a box of my treasured tobacco."

"I also hope that when the Festival of the Smoking Fairy comes, you can vote for me."

Although it was obvious that many guests still had doubts on their faces, these could all be remedied later.

Raphael nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the expressions of the guests.

After assigning his subordinates to handle the guests, Raphael approached Turing and whispered, "Why did you take so much poison? Didn't I say just a little bit would do?"

"If you really die from the poison, I won't be able to save you with my medicine."