Chapter 2585

"Guilt..."

"That's right. You're a local, aren't you? I can tell from your accent. Let me ask you, have you ever heard of the Nest Organization?"

"No, I haven't."

"Alright, how about this name instead? The Poison Immortal Society?"

Fogort paused for a moment, then his memory sparked at the mention of the

name.

"I've heard it from my parents' generation. It was an organization that was wiped out, right?"

"That's correct. It's long gone now. It was destroyed many years ago. I was just a kid when the South Warden eradicated it."

"And then?"

"They didn't do anything to me. I was too young at the time. They thought I hadn't been influenced by the organization's teachings, so they let me go. But how could

I not be affected after growing up in that environment...

"I'm 38 now, but before I turned 30, I was doing things I can never undo.

"At first, I cooperated with the South Warden. They believed the facade I put up and assumed I was just an ordinary person, so they released me. But deep down, I resented them.

"They killed the people who raised me right in front of my eyes-my uncle, my aunt, all the ones who cared for me. That resentment festered, and thoughts of revenge began to grow within me.

"Back then, I knew I couldn't take them on by myself. So, I decided to gather my own forces. Over the next 15 years, I used poisonous insects to destroy over a hundred children..."

Fogort's eyes widened in shock.

"That article..."

"Yes... That article was about me..."

Alistair continued his story, his voice heavy with regret.

"In those 15 years, besides those I ruined, many more were corrupted by the poison and became poison masters-Raylee, Troy, Amy, Rocco...

"I had no intention of stopping until I witnessed with my own eyes what the poisonous insects did, slowly devouring their bodies bit by bit.

"I never became a poison master myself. You can only start training once you reach adulthood, and by the time the organization was destroyed, I wasn't yet of age. That's why I survived.

"I didn't even know that the poisonous insects I thought would be our salvation would end up tormenting them like that... I... I saw that girl's face... Her legs... I....."

Alistair's eyes grew moist as he recalled the painful memories.

"From that day on, I vowed to atone for my sins. I took those kids and tried to give them a better life... until we joined Goldspin Commerce."

Fogort listened to his story, his face showing no reaction to the tragic tale.

It was obvious that Alistair was lying. Within his story, Fogort identified two inconsistencies.

First, even if Alistair had not undergone the training to become a poison master, how could he not have noticed his body's corrosion over those 15 years? What about the scars on his body?

Then, there was the reason for them joining the commerce guild, which Alistair had left unclear. It was evident that he was still hiding something.

After hearing the story, Fogort asked, "So, the token is what you're using for your redemption?"

"Yes!" Alistair suddenly became agitated. "As long as I can use this token, then it'll definitely cure them! It has to! They'll return to being normal people, and they can live happy lives again!"

Fogort remained silent, letting Alistair continue his desperate rant.

"If we can just unlock the secret of this token, those children will be saved! I

believe it! I know it will work!" Alistair's voice grew more fervent.

"Do you understand? With this Fogort, I can solve so many problems! That's why I won't give it to anyone-never!"

Fogort interrupted, "And what if, just hypothetically, someone tries to take the token from you and threatens the lives of those children you care about?"

"I... I..." Alistair hesitated.

"Alistair, I won't argue whether what you're saying is true or false, but let's walk through what happens next after you've got this token," Fogort calmly replied.

"Right now, the people pursuing you, aside from the random stragglers, can be grouped into three categories.

"First, there are those with a clear goal-those from various organizations. But they make up the smallest portion. The majority of the organizations are still watching, and only a couple have made moves so far.

"Then, there's the second category-those foolish enough to believe in the dream of possessing the token. These people are usually weak, so we don't need to take them seriously.

"The most troublesome is the third category. I'm not sure if you've noticed or asked around, but the ones hunting you in Capiton are, for the most part, thrill- seekers."