The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445: 406 Poison Master, how does God Ying compare to Irina? [2 more]

Chapter 445: 406 Poison Master, how does God Ying compare to Irina? [2 more]

“Alright,” Job said, without much surprise. Bowing, he added, “I will see to it at once, please rest assured, master.”

Xize lay lazily on the bed, his eyes sharp as knives, “There’s no need to say more about family matters, just make sure certain restless members stay in line.”

His absence didn’t mean there could be changes within the Lorentz family.

Job nodded again, completed his respectful bow, and then left the room.

Xize ran his fingers through his brilliant, gold-like hair.

The only thing he had in common with Norton was probably being too high-profile.

But Norton was crazier than him, or else he wouldn’t have named a university after himself and insisted on making it the number one in the world.

It was too embarrassing; he couldn’t do it.

Xize clicked his tongue, “Forgot something.”

He should have his boss use the Tarot Cards to calculate his romantic chances.

**

In O Continent, University Town.

After resolving the matters with the laboratory investment, Ying Zijin went downstairs.

The international final contest’s drawing was tomorrow, and inevitably, all the contestants were nervous.

If they drew a team match, it was better; at least they could cooperate and make up for each other’s shortcomings.

In an individual match, if someone got too anxious and couldn’t answer, it would be like a public execution under the global live broadcast.

Even the contestants from Yilan Public School and those within the top ten of the online competitions weren’t exceptions.

Of course, except for Irina.

She, on the contrary, didn’t want to participate in a team match.

Irina had made her stance clear; she didn’t want anyone dragging her down.

Ying Zijin didn’t pay attention to these matters. It was Teng Yunmeng who told her about them.

The two sat in the living room on the first floor.

Teng Yunmeng asked, “Zijin, do you want to participate in the team match or the individual match?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Ying Zijin replied as she tore open a sugar packet and poured it into her coffee, “Both are the same.”

“That’s not true, is it?” Feng Yue chimed in as he entered from outside, holding an amulet in his hand, “God Ying, whether it’s a team or individual match, you’ll sweep the field regardless.”

At this remark, Teng Yunmeng jumped, “Feng Yue, don’t say such things just yet; Irina has many admirers. Don’t stir up trouble for Zijin.”

Feng Yue scratched his head, “Got it.”

After speaking, he prepared to go upstairs.

Ying Zijin, eyeing the amulet in Feng Yue’s hand, suddenly spoke, “Feng Yue.”

“Ah—?” Feng Yue immediately stopped, his expression serious. “God Ying, just give the order, I’d go through fire and water for you.”

If it weren’t for Ying Zijin making those people from Yilan Engineering lose face at the research base’s entrance a few days ago, who knows how much longer they would have been mocked and oppressed.

Ying Zijin pointed to the amulet and nodded, “The one in your hand, let me have a look.”

“This?” Feng Yue was dumbfounded for a moment and lifted the amulet. “This is an omamori. I just bought it on the commercial street, lots of people were buying them.”

He offered eagerly, “Do you want one, God Ying? If so, I’ll go buy it for you right now.”

“I know,” Ying Zijin took it over, “No need, I just want to have a look.”

She was of course familiar with omamori.

Originally, the concept of omamori came from the Tang Dynasty, meaning a charm for protection, and later spread to other countries.

Just like Tarot Cards, most omamori sold in the market are of no use.

Saying they are fake isn’t accurate, but they indeed don’t have a protective effect, buying them is more for mental comfort.

It’s not as good as some fine jade stones.

With a thousand years of evolution, there are now many kinds of omamori, for career success, wealth, and more.

The omamori Feng Yue bought was a love-wishing omamori.

Ying Zijin held the omamori, her gaze growing deeper.

Indeed, she hadn’t been mistaken; this omamori had a faint scent emitting from it.

The fragrance came from a poisonous medicinal herb, Primrose.

Primrose couldn’t be considered rare; with seeds, one could grow a large patch, so its toxicity wasn’t strong.

However, the seeds of Primrose were not circulated in the market. Without channels, they couldn’t be purchased.

Moreso, only a Poison Master would know how to use Primrose properly.

The scent on this omamori was not strong, but it lasted long.

At first, the fragrance wouldn’t have any impact.

If Feng Yue wore it for ten days, his eyesight would be affected.

Longer, and other organs would also start to suffer different levels of damage.

To the average person, the scent of Primrose smelled no different from that of osmanthus.

Ying Zijin herself was a Poison Master, so her sense of smell was naturally extremely sensitive.

If one’s sense of smell was even the slightest bit off, they wouldn’t be able to enter the field of poison mastery.

After a moment, she looked up, “Where is this omamori shop located in the commercial street?”

He turned off his phone, “Whatever their goals, let’s catch them first.” _{freёweɓnovel.com}