Vivienne was in a foul mood. She paid no attention to the conversation happening around her.
She stood up, her voice as cold as ice as she said, "I'm tired. I'm heading to my room."
With that, she turned and left.
"I'll walk with you." Percival stood and followed as his hand found hers in a couple of strides.
Her fingers were icy. They felt like a winter's frostbite that pierced her to the bone.
They walked in silence.
Upon reaching her room, Vivienne paused and turned to Percival. “Mr. Wolf, pack up and head back to the Ellingtons. I have some matters to tend to.”
Percival’s deep and narrow gaze lingered on her face. He pressed his lips together and was silent for a moment before he slowly said, "Alright."
He didn't offer her any words of comfort. He knew she didn't need them.
He also knew that in her heart, the Brooks family meant nothing to her.
She wasn't upset, but rather, she felt sorry for her mother.
Percival returned to his room, collected his luggage, and left.
He traveled light with only a single suitcase in hand.
After he left, Vivienne's gaze softened, and she returned to her room.
As soon as she entered, the phone rang.
It was Matthew.
"Vivienne, I've arrived in Rivenwood." Matthew said. "I just settled down. I’m not far from the Brooks Mansion."
"Alright." Vivienne replied. "How are things going?"
"All sorted. Everyone's settled in. The Frostfire Intelligence Agency is up and running. The order system just went live, and we already have a request."
Vivienne raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What did they offer?"
"They have cobra grass and want boar poison. They want to trade in person."
Vivienne paused. "Are you sure it's cobra grass?"
"Positive. I saw the picture." Matthew hesitated. "But Vivienne, could this be a trap? You just announced that you needed cobra grass, and someone instantly offered it. It feels sketchy. Maybe we should let this one slide."
"Take it!" Vivienne's eyes narrowed slightly. "Where's the trade taking place?"
"Spring Club."
"Alright. Tell them I'm on my way.”
Matthew wanted to persuade her otherwise, but upon seeing her resolve, he knew it was futile, so he simply said, "Understood."
Vivienne hung up and rummaged through her bag for a small ceramic bottle. She always carried a bit of poison with her when she left the house.
Boar poison… She hardly ever used it.
For one, this poison didn't immobilize people like her soft bone powder did, and secondly, its effects took longer to kick in. If her life was in danger, nothing was as potent as her shadow venom.
But who would want boar poison?
This poison was created by her mother, who lost the last bottle of it before her death. That bottle of boar poison was also used on Isolde in the past.
Vivienne's gaze hardened. She fell silent for a moment, then tucked the boar poison into her bag, got up, opened the door, and left.
Boar poison, though not as potent as her shadow venom, was incredibly vexing. Her mother had intended to destroy it.
However, she ended up mastering it.
She didn't want to trade the boar poison, but cobra grass was very important to her.
When Vivienne left, the Brook Mansion's main hall was empty.
Everyone was probably resting after lunch.
Vivienne didn't bother telling anyone she was leaving. She hailed a cab and headed for Spring Club.
As she sat in the car, Vivienne rested her chin on her hand with her arm propped against the window.
Perhaps it was time to get a car? Hailing cabs was becoming a nuisance.
The car arrived at Spring Club in no time.
As soon as Vivienne got out of the car, a text from Matthew appeared on her phone. "Your contact has already arrived. They are in the Spring Pavilion."
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