After threatening Deev again, Wayne left the palace.
Maybe Diff had some hidden secrets that he hadn't told yet, but those were no longer important. Wayne already had some idea of the true identity of the mastermind behind the scenes.
If you think about it carefully, Chapman, as a close minister, has always been someone trusted by His Majesty the King.
As an important minister of public security, Bulwer has always been a talent that His Majesty the King relies on.
It can be said that the existence of these two people allowed the king to handle many things satisfactorily without having to personally come forward.
Just like the common followers in aristocratic academies, in a sense, these two people are His Majesty the King's most loyal lackeys.
As a result, the two best losers not only fell down at the same time, but also created an irreparable gap between each other. No matter how you look at it, it is a huge loss for the king himself.
——Although Chapman seems to have fallen into his own hands.
In this case, Simon may not be deliberately targeting his own family. Judging from his actual actions, he seems to be more hostile to the king...
wrong.
While being hostile to His Majesty the King, it does not prevent him from being hostile to his own family.
It would be better to say that in this way, the situation that my family will face will become much more dangerous.
If the person who was hiding behind the scenes and fanning the flames and connecting the Earl Chapman incident with his family was Simon, then everything would make sense.
And what he will do next is probably to continue to frame the act of framing Bulwer on his own head, while he continues to sit back and watch, waiting for the fishermen to benefit.
What exactly does Simon want?
Turning the Lownes Kingdom upside down, is this the real reason why the Stuart Kingdom sent him here?
With a trace of confusion, Wayne completed his last task and went to Mrs. Cherry's manor to deliver a message for Bulwer, finally ending today's schedule.
Perhaps because she regarded Echos as a woman, Mrs. Cherry even enthusiastically invited him to sleep with him and the two of them talked quietly.
Of course, Wayne refused very firmly.
After returning home and recording the new clues he got tonight, Wayne sat alone at the table and thought for a long time.
Whether it is Chapman, Bulwer, or Simon, they are not the innocent and ignorant teenagers in Qingxi Academy who are full of longing for life.
Although the aristocratic children are accustomed to exploitation and hierarchy, because they usually don't have many conflicts of interest, their methods appear to be much purer. However, those who may have been pure once became different once they became political animals.
In order to achieve their own goals, no matter what means are needed, as long as they can work, it is one of the conventional means for them.
Wayne smelled danger.
…
"Teacher, did you get anything out of the potion I gave you?"
Wayne asked.
In Professor Conley's independent research room, all kinds of strange things and bottles are filled with the workbench.
After just one day of absence, Conley already developed two thick dark circles under his eyes.
He raised his head and glanced at Wayne with blurred eyes.
"Ah, it's Wayne..."
After saying that, he turned his head back mechanically and continued to manipulate the strange material in his hand.
It looked like his whole body had been hollowed out.
Even Wayne was shocked by his zombie-like demeanor. "Teacher? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"Well……"
He answered in a weak voice and very slowly: "I didn't go back last night...I've been working overtime until now."
Good guy, you are so attentive? !
Wayne felt a rare feeling of guilt. "Sorry, teacher. If it weren't for the fact that I really want to know the specific effects of each ingredient in this mysterious potion, you wouldn't have to work so hard..."
"Huh?" Conley showed a trace of doubt.
"No, no, no, I'm not studying that new potion right now." He denied. "I'm just continuing to improve my [latest enhanced health detector]."
Wayne:? ? ?
Seeing Wayne's speechless look, Conley suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, the ingredients of your potion have been analyzed."
He walked to the workbench on the other side of the research room, took out a document and handed it to Wayne.
After taking it apart, there was a report filled with various professional terms.
"It's a very good idea. The inventor of this potion can be called a strange person." Conley said, "Of course, he is still worse than me."
"The potion contains several special ingredients that can react with each other under the activation of magic power, thus producing a certain effect of inhibiting aging... The only disadvantage is that the duration of the effect is too short, but this shortcoming can be made up for by other means. .”
Speaking of this, he became excited.
"Using this formula, I can completely transform my [latest enhanced health detector] into a treatment cabin!"
Conley's eyes sparkled, and the fatigue just now was gone.
"…Treatment cabin?"
Wayne didn't know where to complain.
Professor Conley, who likes to research, has invented many strange and weird things. The so-called "latest enhanced health detector" has been improved several times. It is said that that thing is doctors' best friend, and can accurately measure various values of a person's body, thereby assisting in disease diagnosis.
Well, for example, weight, height, measurements, etc.
"That's right!" Conley snapped his fingers.
"I want to tailor-make treatment cabins for my valued customers. It is expected that 99 units will be sold in limited quantities to the public, and will come with free pharmaceutical maintenance services!"
Speaking of the sales plan, he was already intoxicated by the business blueprint he had drawn.
"Wayne, I've completely figured it out."
Conley turned around, grabbed Wayne's shoulders with both hands, and said word for word: "Selling instruments is just a one-time deal after all. But selling services can last a lifetime - no, as long as someone pays the bill, it can last forever. Sell it!"
Ah, this...Teacher, you are really a business genius!
Wayne glanced at the report in his hand with mixed emotions, and then looked at the detector he put aside.
"Is it really useful to convert this thing into a treatment cabin?"
Hearing that his tone seemed a little moved, Conley looked happy.
As long as we can successfully obtain financial sponsorship from the Winche family, this undertaking will be half successful.
"Of course it works! As long as you mix the potion with warm water when you take a bath every day, and soak in the treatment cabin for fifteen to thirty minutes, you can relieve all the fatigue of the day!" He said confidently.
Wayne couldn't help but ask: "...Even an ordinary bath can have the same effect?"
"How can it be the same!" Conley suddenly felt that his professional ability had been challenged.
"If you don't believe it, you will know after I make the sample and try it out." He said.
