The night watchmen brought over a condemned prisoner. This man, in order to rob just a few taels of silver, had killed an entire family of five—a crime of the utmost severity.

First, they fed him a dose of this white Moonlight Powder, poured in some fresh water, and then observed his reaction.

Everyone waited in silence.

A quarter of an hour passed, then half an hour, and the condemned prisoner remained perfectly fine, proving that the white Moonlight Powder itself was non-toxic.

“Test the wine!”

David Carter ordered.

Both the Prefect’s Office and Moonlight Temple sent people to inspect the jug of white liquor—first examining, then tasting it—to confirm that it was just ordinary liquor.

“Pour the wine!”

A night watchman warrior stepped forward and poured the entire jug—over a jin of white liquor—down the prisoner’s throat.

Then, the several hundred people present all fixed their eyes on the condemned man.

The Prefect’s Office, the Nightwatch Division, and Moonlight Temple—all three parties—stared intently at the prisoner, watching to see if, as Chad Sullivan had claimed, he would suddenly drop dead.

If he really did die suddenly, then Chad Sullivan might yet save his own life.

If the prisoner did not die, then not even the gods could save Chad Sullivan; he would likely be executed before three days had passed.

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This condemned man truly had a strong constitution. After drinking more than a jin of white liquor, he didn’t get drunk; instead, he became even more energetic, starting to curse loudly, full of vigor, showing not the slightest sign of sudden death.

He cursed for nearly an hour before finally tiring himself out and falling into a deep sleep on the ground.

The Prefect’s face immediately darkened. The county magistrate beside him grew restless, wanting to order the yamen runners to drag Chad Sullivan back to the death cell.

Meanwhile, David Carter’s expression grew increasingly grave. If the condemned man didn’t die, it would prove that Chad Sullivan was spouting utter nonsense.

If that were the case, he himself would not escape blame.

Just because of Chad Sullivan’s wild claims, he had forcibly taken someone out of the death cell, interfered in a local government case, and simultaneously offended the Prefect, the magistrate, and Moonlight Temple—the price was far too high.

The atmosphere in the hall was unbearably tense. Hundreds of people, including several high-ranking officials, simply stared at the prisoner snoring on the ground.

The murderous aura grew heavier and heavier, especially from the Prefect, whose expression became angrier and angrier, though he said nothing.

Chad Sullivan could clearly feel that his own life was in increasing danger.

If the prisoner didn’t die next, then the one to die would be him, Chad Sullivan.

Not only had he murdered the Prefect’s sister, but he had also deceived the Prefect, the magistrate, the night watchmen, and Moonlight Temple—all four parties.

He really wouldn’t last until the execution in three days; he’d be beheaded right now.

Another hour passed.

The Prefect had lost all patience. He glanced coldly at David Carter, stood up, and mounted his horse.

It’s over!

Everything is over—Chad Sullivan was about to be beheaded.

But just at that moment—

The prisoner, who had been snoring on the ground, suddenly began to convulse and vomit uncontrollably.

The Prefect, sitting on his horse, stared motionless at the prisoner, as did everyone else present.

Next, the prisoner’s whole body flushed red, and he began to vomit even more violently, his reactions growing more and more intense.

Then…

His breathing grew weaker and weaker.

Finally!

He went into shock—and died!

Everyone was utterly stunned, staring in disbelief at the scene before them.

The facts proved that Chad Sullivan was right: Moonlight Powder and white liquor were mutually antagonistic, and taking them together would cause sudden death.

Charles Parker stared in disbelief, his whole body trembling slightly.

Then, he rushed over to Chad Sullivan, and bowed deeply.

“Young Master Sullivan, you are truly remarkable! To know that our Moonlight Temple’s white Moonlight Powder has such a severe toxic side effect—our Moonlight Temple owes you an enormous debt.”

Then, the alchemist Charles Parker said hoarsely, “Quick, quick, quick! Send word to the capital—dispatch the black messenger crows to the Jiangdong Province, relaying the message station by station, so that this news reaches the capital as quickly as possible.”

Next, he closed his eyes and said, “From here on, we can only pray for heaven’s blessing. May the imperial family in the capital not contract lung disease at this time, and may they not drink liquor after taking Moonlight Powder, or it would be a catastrophe.”

Charles Parker came before Chad Sullivan again, bowing even more respectfully, this time kneeling all the way to the ground. His voice was hoarse but sincere as he said, “Young Master Sullivan, once again, thank you for your great kindness.

If you have any requests, please speak freely.”

At this moment, both David Carter and Prefect William Parker stared at Chad Sullivan in disbelief.

This…

Is he really a genius?

Do you really understand alchemy—and at the highest level?

Chad Sullivan said, “Prefect, Lord David Carter, hurry and arrest the real murderer—she is the true killer of Emily Parker. And immediately dissect Emily’s body and examine her blood—then the truth will be clear.”

David Carter came before William Parker, bowed, and said, “My lord.”

Prefect William Parker said to Charles Parker, “To get to the bottom of this case, I ask Moonlight Temple for your cooperation.”

The alchemist Charles Parker replied, “Of course. Chad Sullivan has done us a great favor—whatever is needed, our Moonlight Temple will fully cooperate.”

Chad Sullivan said, “Master Charles Parker, there are many warriors in Moonlight Temple, aren’t there?”

Charles Parker replied, “Yes.”