Because she was too agitated, Old Master Faulkner temporarily took her back.
In the hospital room, Eleanor Sterling glared at Elder Sawyer and angrily rebuked, "How could you give Caleb the Three-Sentence Powder?"
Elder Sawyer hung his head, looking like a child who did something wrong, and said pitifully, "You little brat, I’m doing this for reputation.
If I don’t intervene, that old guy Brian Zane will cure Caleb!"
Hearing this, Eleanor was both angry and helpless.
She didn’t expect Elder Sawyer to be motivated by this. Now that Caleb was in this condition, she didn’t know what to do.
There’s absolutely no antidote for the Three-Sentence Powder!
"What is Three-Sentence Powder?" A chilling voice came from behind. The two turned around in panic, only to see Alaric Faulkner leaning against the door frame.
His eyes were cold, seeming to emit a frosty aura that sent shivers down one’s spine.
"Alaric Faulkner." Eleanor’s face slightly changed.
Elder Sawyer was utterly terrified.
I’m doomed. I poisoned the man’s son, and he heard it. This is the end for me.
Looks like I can only pray for my disciple to protect me.
Elder Sawyer stealthily moved behind Eleanor and whispered, "You little brat, you have to help your master this time, or I’ll be prematurely finished."
Who told you to poison his son? Isn’t it normal to be hunted down now?
Eleanor lightly coughed and said, "Three-Sentence Powder is poison, and it’s not poison. As the name implies, the one poisoned can only speak three sentences and then turns into someone like Caleb."
Alaric frowned, "Turns into an idiot?"
"It’s only temporary!" Elder Sawyer poked out half his head and interjected, "I realized the Three-Sentence Powder could neutralize the poison in him, so I used it."
Eleanor’s eye twitched, confirming it wasn’t because he was about to lose to Brian Zane that he took the risk?
But since Elder Sawyer is her master, and apart from those dramatic results, the Three-Sentence Powder indeed has no adverse effects.
Eleanor then didn’t worry about it further.
"What about the antidote?" Alaric asked.
Elder Sawyer simply laid it out, "No antidote! This thing was originally created for entertainment, of course, there can’t be an antidote, or what would be the point."
Alaric’s brow furrowed tightly, he pinched the bridge of his nose and asked again, "You’re sure there won’t be any adverse effects?" This text is hosted at novelꞁire.net
Elder Sawyer immediately nodded, almost swearing, "Really, why would I lie to you."
Upon hearing this, Alaric sighed in relief.
He asked again, "Will Caleb stay ? When will he recover?"
Elder Sawyer stroked his chin and said, "It should take about ten minutes, as long as he doesn’t speak more than three sentences."
Alaric was a bit helpless, "We’ll have to leave it at that for now. You should start developing an antidote."
Elder Sawyer reluctantly agreed, "Fine, I cured the person, beat Brian Zane in the bet, so I’ve won. I’ll start developing an antidote now."
After saying that, Elder Sawyer swiftly made his escape.
Eleanor watched his fleeing figure with a feeling of exhaustion.
Her master, although usually quite formidable, sometimes was also unreliable.
Alaric stepped forward, Eleanor took two steps back, her eyes showing a hint of wariness.
"What do you want to do?" Eleanor asked.
What does Alaric want to do? Her master ran away, wouldn’t he want to lash out and shift the blame?