The steward said, "That brewer wanted the method to resolve the side effects of the Tyrant Seal Art, and Patriarch Yale was rescued around the same time. Isn't it obvious there's a connection?"
"Patriarch Yale really was rescued during that period. Are you saying the brewer left at the same time?" asked Third Young Master Fenn, suspicious.
"Exactly. The two gate guards outside the Fenn estate were checked multiple times, and we found wine in their blood. That means they definitely drank before, and now nothing can wake them up. This technique is just like Hale's—don't forget, Hale once snuck in, though he was discovered later," the steward said.
The steward's words were spot-on. Right now, the biggest suspicion was that Hale and the brewer were the same person. After all, Hale had disguised himself before—he looked like an ordinary man but used the Hidden Dragon Elixir and even had it verified by the Saint Hand.
"Damn it." Third Young Master Fenn couldn't hold back anymore. If before he thought the brewer deserved to be caught for kidnapping Second Young Master Fenn, now he just wanted to grab the brewer and interrogate him.
"He's the Wine Immortal's disciple, so it's no wonder he can brew." The steward continued his analysis.
"Wine Immortal? The one who used to brew for our Fenn Family?" Third Fenn Uncle asked curiously from the side.
"Yes, that's right. He retired, then took two disciples—one was Hale, the other a woman. That's why a brewer suddenly appeared, making such powerful wine. Eighty percent chance that brewer is Hale." The steward grew more convinced as he connected the dots.
"You're saying Hale—the one who kidnapped my daughter-in-law—can disguise himself?" Third Fenn Uncle asked after digesting what he'd heard.
"Yes, exactly him." Third Young Master Fenn said angrily.
"Looks like we really need to catch that kid and get some answers," Third Fenn Uncle frowned.
When Second Fenn Uncle heard that Hale might be the brewer who kidnapped his son, he demanded angrily, "Where is he now?"
"No idea. Ever since then, he vanished. Genius Pavilion only saw his shadow, then lost track. But we know he was searching for herbs for the Ten-Thousand-Year Lifespan Pill. Who knows what happened in the end," said the steward.
"Ten-Thousand-Year Lifespan Pill?" Third Fenn Uncle asked, puzzled.
"Yes. The woman had already passed her limit—even if the seal was removed, she'd age, maybe even die slowly. He definitely wanted the Ten-Thousand-Year Lifespan Pill to keep her alive, then use her to pressure our Fenn Family for the side-effect formula. If the brewer really is him, then it's simple: he got the pill, started asking for the side-effect resolution, and then we ran into him." The steward replied.
The steward's words woke everyone up—every clue pointed to Hale, and the brewer's identity naturally fell to him.
"Now the brewer has vanished again!" Third Young Master Fenn hadn't cared much about the brewer before, but now he was desperate to catch him.
"Hale is the brewer, the brewer is Hale—but there's an even scarier guess," the steward suddenly sighed.
"What else?" Third Young Master Fenn asked, confused.
"Remember the troublemaker at Sevenmile Peak—the one who mastered the Tyrant Seal Art?" asked the steward.