My older sister is a villainous rich girl

"The potion contains several special ingredients that react with each other when activated by magic, thus producing a certain anti-aging effect... The only drawback is that the effect is too short-lived, but this shortcoming can be made up for by other auxiliary means."

He became animated when he talked about this.

"Using this formula, I can completely transform my [Latest Enhanced Health Detector] into a treatment chamber!"

Conley's eyes sparkled, and his earlier fatigue vanished completely.

"...The treatment chamber?"

Wayne didn't know where to begin complaining.

Professor Conley, a keen researcher, has invented many strange and unusual things. His so-called "latest enhanced health detector" is already a tool that has undergone several improvements. It's claimed to be a doctor's best friend, accurately measuring various bodily parameters to aid in disease diagnosis.

Yes, for example, weight, height, bust, waist, hip measurements, etc.

“That’s right!” Conley snapped his fingers.

"I want to tailor-make treatment pods for our valued clients, with a limited release of ninety-nine units, including complimentary drug maintenance services!"

When it came to the sales plan, he was already engrossed in the business blueprint he had drawn up.

“Wayne, I’ve figured it out completely.”

Conley turned around, grabbed Wayne's shoulders tightly with both hands, and said, word by word, "Selling equipment is ultimately a one-off deal; but selling services can last a lifetime—no, as long as someone is willing to pay, you can keep selling forever!"

Wow... teacher, you really are a business genius!

Wayne glanced at the report in his hand with mixed feelings, then looked at the detector he had placed aside.

"Would this thing really be useful if converted into a treatment pod?"

Hearing that he seemed somewhat tempted, Conley's face lit up with delight.

If the Wincher family can successfully secure funding, this project will already be halfway to success.

"Of course it works! Just mix the medicine into warm water when you take a bath every day, and soak in the treatment chamber for fifteen to thirty minutes, and all the fatigue of the day will be relieved!" he said with certainty.

Wayne couldn't help but ask, "...Couldn't a regular bath achieve the same effect?"

"How can that be the same!" Conley immediately felt his professional competence had been challenged.

"If you don't believe me, you'll know once I've made a sample and you can try it out," he said.

Chapter 446 Who is truly innocent?

With Conley's confident assurances, Wayne became a trial user of the so-called treatment pod with some skepticism.

Once he finishes the testing machine, we'll know for sure whether it's good or not after a test.

Clinging to the slightest hope, Wayne could only hope that this thing could actually help Tasia's mother's illness.

After all, Professor Conley was the only breakthrough point he could find among his own people.

As a teacher, he was generally quite competent... except for always finding various excuses to get his family to provide sponsorship fees.

……

Royal Palace Prison.

After being held in solitary confinement for several days, Bulwer was finally received by His Majesty the King.

After taking countless detours and walking for an unknown amount of time, he was led to another empty room.

Several royal guards stood watch around the perimeter, while His Majesty the King sat quietly at the head of the table, with a pot of hot tea placed in the center.

"sit."

He gestured to the empty seat opposite him at the tea table, his expression surprisingly calm.

However, since making contact with Eikos, Bulwer no longer finds being ignored so unpleasant.

He even occasionally felt that although he was being held in jail, it was a rare opportunity to finally have a few days off from work.

Although he was not afraid of anything happening to him, Bulwer could not show any indifference in front of His Majesty the King.

"His Majesty--"

Bulwer revealed the look in his eyes—a look filled with excitement, grievance, and hope—that he had secretly practiced countless times.

After bowing very sincerely, Bulwer exclaimed, "I have been framed in this case!"

Upon hearing this, the king's expression shifted.

"...What? Didn't you kill him?" he asked calmly.

At this moment, there was not a trace of guilt on Bulwer's face.

After discussing it with Aikos, he had decided on the line he would use to exonerate himself.

That would be—to deny it to the death.

In this matter, Aikos had no reason to deceive himself. If he said the king still favored him, it meant there was still room for maneuver.

As long as you stubbornly deny that you did it intentionally, and it is indeed not true, the king will naturally find a way to exonerate himself.

To be blunt, if one were to compare himself to Chapman, only he could still offer His Majesty the King some value...

Bulwer embellished the events of that night, omitting the fact that he immediately lost consciousness and instead trying to depict the scene of being manipulated by some evil force.

"After my last shred of sanity was exhausted... I felt like I was falling into a deep sleep, and the last image I saw was myself collapsing to the ground..."

Bulwer's tone was a mixture of lingering fear and worry.

“Your Majesty, to be frank, even if I did kill him because of a personal grudge against Earl Chapman, it would be impossible for me to do so at such a terrible time!” he said with great distress. “I am also very saddened by this matter. If possible, I would like to apologize to Earl Chapman in person and work with him to find the real murderer!”

Upon hearing his explanation, the king hesitated.

He genuinely felt that Bulwer was innocent in this matter.

Before the incident that night, he had mobilized a lot of people to search for the real culprit in the "pig-man" case, which didn't seem like he wanted to take this opportunity to eliminate his rivals.

"So, you mean you were 'controlled' back then?" The king frowned.

“Yes,” Bulwer replied with certainty.

"Your Majesty suspects that the other party is a force involved with dark magic, so I hope Your Majesty can have the Church send someone to examine my physical condition to avoid any future troubles." Bulwer revealed his true intentions.

As long as the blame doesn't fall on your head in the end, this seemingly big storm will eventually just be a gentle breeze.

Upon hearing the words "dark magic," the king fell silent.

He stared at Bulwer for a long time before saying softly, "I will find a suitable time to have Lord Willard examine you."

……

The turmoil within the kingdom's upper echelons finally triggered a series of chain reactions.

Inside the palace, the ministers began a new round of arguments and mutual attacks.

Just as Wayne had predicted, perhaps because the king had been reluctant to punish Bulwer, some opportunists sensed something amiss and began to advocate for Bulwer.

Public opinion is showing signs of shifting from "Why did Bulwer commit murder?" to "Who framed Bulwer?"

Suddenly, the cases of Chapman, Bulwer, and the appointment of the new commander of the city guard were all intertwined, causing a great deal of headache.

In order to win over allies, the Duke of Elliott frequently took Lady Ashville out for social events.

However, the couple kept Wayne and Chris at home and forbade them from attending any parties.

"Ugh... This is so unfair!" Chris was very unhappy. "All she does is go out and play every day, she doesn't think about us at all."

Because of the curfew imposed by Elliot, Chris had to cancel her rare invitations with her friends, which made her very frustrated.

Glancing at her as she frantically played with the plush toy, Wayne comforted her, "We can get it later if we have the chance. This is for everyone's safety."

"Can't Eve and the others just come to our house to find me? It's not like they have to go out..." Chris sighed.

Chris was happy when she heard her friends talking about wanting to hang out together over the weekend at school, but little did she know that a bolt from the blue awaited her upon her return.

Without even allowing her to object, Elliott sent someone directly to inform her that today's appointment was canceled.

"..."

In fact, Wayne also felt that Elliott's restrictions were too harsh.

However, he could probably understand that as a father, the other party did not want to see his daughter potentially facing any danger.

“It won’t stay like this forever,” Wayne said.

Even disregarding the possibility that those who don't get along with our family might take advantage of the situation, you wouldn't want yourself or your friends to encounter that rumored 'pig man,' would you?

Upon hearing this topic, Chris immediately put down the plush toy that had been innocently hit.

"...This case was so heinous, but the murderer wasn't caught, and the people who went to investigate were arrested instead."

She looked dissatisfied. "I've always thought the city guards were inefficient. Look at how much infighting they've become. No wonder they can't get anything done!"

Chapter 447 We've already won.

"Do you think the current situation within the city guard is due to infighting?" Wayne asked.

"Otherwise, what other reason could there be?"

Chris, while at the academy, had heard about the incident at Bulwer.

However, outsiders don't know so much about the inside story and can only speculate to judge the truth. Internal strife is indeed real, but those involved behind the scenes may not necessarily be members of the city guard.

“Isn’t Mr. Simon handling Bulwer’s affairs for the time being? I heard he’s quite enthusiastic… Don’t worry, the murderer definitely won’t get away,” Wayne said.

"Tch, how can he not be proactive?" Chris scoffed. "Right now, all he can do is keep mobilizing manpower and resources to make a show of doing his job properly, just to put on a show."

"Hmm—hmm? He's mobilizing manpower?" Wayne asked in surprise.

Before being imprisoned, Bulwer had clearly mobilized the capital's defenses once. Logically, as the newly appointed successor, shouldn't Simon have continued the previous administration's arrangements in the short term to avoid further mishaps?

"Yeah, they said they'd be increasing patrols and security, which made many mid-level officers in the city guards unhappy, and quite a few people in the academy are even cursing him."

Chris sat on the other side of the sofa, still not satisfied, so she crossed her legs and put them on Wayne.

"However, it's understandable. How can he show his authority as a newly appointed commander without making a scene? The acting commander-in-chief is still a commander, isn't he?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Wayne with a slightly mischievous look, "You agree, right, Acting President?"

Wayne placed his hand on her leg without making a sound and sighed insincerely.

"Sigh... I'm just a figurehead as the acting president, I don't even get any benefits, how can I compare to the ministers of the kingdom?" He looked very disappointed.

"Hmm, what other benefits would you like?"

It's unclear whether Chris genuinely failed to grasp the implication of his words.

Wayne didn't answer, but his hand subtly moved upwards.

"Hey!" Before he could even properly enjoy the smoothness of her skin, she kicked him lightly.

Under her hateful glare, Wayne finally laughed.

"Chris, how about we play cards? The loser grants the other person a request," he urged.

Wayne was certain she would agree.

In fact, Chris was indeed moved once again.

"Then you're not allowed to back out later!" she declared confidently. "Anyone who goes back on their word is a little dog."

Hey, I should be the one saying that to you.

Without saying a word, Wayne took the cards directly from her bedside table.

"Come on! Let's settle this once and for all!"

Sitting on either side of the sofa, the two men were completely absorbed in the card game.

However, before Chris could even play her first card, Wayne excitedly gestured, "Wait a minute, I need to close the door."

He excitedly ran over and locked the door from the inside, then excitedly ran back.

Chrissy:!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ

Chris, who had been watching his every move the entire time, couldn't help but panic: "You..."

"Ah, this is so that our duel won't be disturbed by anyone else!" Wayne said righteously. "Let's begin."

After a brief standoff, Chris finally gave up the struggle.