"Shade said that the three ghouls work well together and have very similar powers. Since the first two are the second and third sons of the fourth generation, the remaining one is most likely the eldest son of the fourth generation, Hohenheim Edwards.
Right?"
Miss Sylvia asked, and Shade nodded slightly:
"The three of them grew up together on the island, and after their death they were made together into ghouls. This is logical."
"But it's not in line with family affection."
Megan pursed her lips and said, Shade had nothing to say to this and could only hold her hand:
"Meghan, please find a way to contact the [Mirror Association] to determine the identity of the third ghoul. Before the final battle, we need to know the whereabouts of every Edwards."
Megan nodded slightly, looking at the current appearance of her father on the book in her hand, the sadness in her eyes gradually turned into a deeper hatred for the island.
"The three ghouls must have been assigned by the man on the island. The question now is, what do they want the body parts of the descendants of the citizens of Green Lake Town? Is it related to the 'Edwards Den Magic'?"
Shade took the initiative to change the topic. He saw that Megan didn't want to continue talking about her father turning into a ghoul. He just asked casually, but he didn't expect Miss Sylvia to actually answer:
"Remember that wight you brought last week?"
"And there are ghouls?"
Megan asked in surprise. Shade respected Nicholas Green's request and did not explain its existence to others yet. But now that Megan was aware of it, Shade briefly described it.
Later, Miss Sylvia provided brand new information:
"Ghoul Green said that he would occasionally receive orders from the island to steal some of the bodies of people buried in the Green Lake City Public Cemetery and send them to the lake, where they would be brought to the island by the water ghosts in the lake. I asked
Margaret checked the identities of the corpses and found that they were all descendants of the residents of the abandoned Green Lake Town."
Meghan mused:
"It seems that not only our family, but everyone related to that island is involved."
Shade couldn't tell what the other party wanted to do:
"The fire at the farm will definitely attract the church. I left clues there and informed the church about the targets of the ghouls. The church will also use this as a clue to investigate... His arrangement is still
It's really clever, no matter whether the corpse Green is willing to return to the island with him or not, Green will definitely be able to help him."
"This is a good clue. I will follow this line to investigate recently. There should be many living descendants of the islanders. Maybe I can find one or two."
Miss Sylvia said, and asked about the mythical lock that Shade encountered. She was very interested in the mythical lock that the three ghouls used together, and she even regretted not following Shade to see it in the morning.
"That Mystery Lock is the weakest Mystery Lock I have ever seen. They have not mastered this miraculous power at all. They just rely on their blood to use it forcefully. This is of little value."
This is no consolation, that mythical lock is indeed pitifully weak.
Shade planned to take little Mia to have dinner together in the City of Glass so that he could meet Margaret. Meghan still had things to return to Green Lake City and would leave at around three o'clock.
Miss Via specially asked Shade to go to the door alone to see her off.
The carriage had stopped at the door of the mansion. Shade hugged Megan and wanted to comfort the girl who was sad because her father's body was desecrated. Although Megan said that she was fine, Shade could tell that she
In a very bad mood:
"If we really capture your ancestor, what are you going to do to him?"
Schad put forward this hypothesis.
"Just let him die. I wouldn't do what he did. That would make me like him."
The brown-haired witch pursed her lips and said, looking deeply at Shade:
"I have never hated a person before. I don't know if this kind of hatred is normal, but even when I was insane and did many wrong things, I have never wanted to kill someone.
one person."
"Emotions inspire power. Maybe your ancestor wants you to hate him. Control your emotions and everyone will help you."
Shade could understand her, and Megan sighed:
"Everything now seems like the ancestor's plan, which feels really uncomfortable."
"That's why we have to do things that exceed his expectations. Don't worry, I promised to protect you all the time, and I will definitely do it."
Megan nodded, she didn't know the weight of what Shade said. So the body with brown shawl hair became Audrey's leader again, letting Audrey also say goodbye to Shade, and then she boarded the
The carriage leaves.
After the carriage drove out of the manor, Miss Sylvia walked to Shade from behind the door:
"Poor Megan and Audrey."
She whispered, and Shade asked curiously:
"Pity? Is it because of family matters?"
"No, unlike other great witches, Megan and Audrey don't know what they want. Everyone becomes a witch for their own goals, such as Carina for strength and domination, such as
I do it for knowledge and my teacher’s last wish, just like Xiwei does it for her family’s tradition and her own desire for mystery. But for them, if they only want strength to fight against the fate and curse of their own blood, it will be difficult for them to continue on.”
After hearing this comment, Shade once again felt that the seats of "space" and "knowledge and wisdom" really should be changed.
"Let's go, your cat is still sleeping in the study. I just have time in the afternoon. Let me show you the current progress of our business. My goods have also arrived."
Miss Sylvia said, taking Shade's hand and turning with him towards the stairs.
With Margaret's help, the preparations for Miss Sylvia's "fabric factory" went very smoothly. She has formulated a formula that can mass-produce nylon, although the quality is much worse than those expensive first-generation "experimental products"
, but the yield rate is very high, and the quality, appearance and feel are enough for this era.
The progress is faster than originally expected. The factory will probably produce the first batch of goods this summer, which will only be a month or two later:
"I'll probably be able to turn around my current financial situation very soon...I'll be rich."
Miss Sylvia is not exaggerating at all. The trial works currently leaked from her hands to the great nobles in Willendale City have caused a great sensation. The question now is not whether she can make a fortune, but whether she can make a fortune.
How much can you actually earn?
Of course, the young witch did not forget to provide herself with this idea and use 5,000 pounds to join the important partners in the business. In order to show that she did not spend money carelessly and to let Shade know, she has now iterated the product.
What kind of effect, she also deliberately showed Shade the various fabrics of different qualities she brought from Willondale this afternoon.
Miss Sylvia was probably a very ritualistic person. When she ordered her assistants to bring the goods in, every piece of fabric was placed in a slender cardboard box.
This kind of high-quality thick cardboard box is usually used to hold clothes such as ties. She smiled and opened one of the boxes, letting Shade see the thin black fabric lying on the lining.
The intertwined elastic lines are delicate and transparent, and it is not pure black. Golden silk threads outline the shape of the phoenix on it. Although it is still lying in a slender paper box, Shade can completely rely on his own
Imagine and construct what they would look like when attached to your legs.
"its not bad, right?"
After all the hundreds of fabrics of different quality and colors were brought in, she drove away her followers, raised her hand, and opened the boxes on the coffee table, sofa and even desk, and even put them on for a nap.
Little Mia was startled.
"Which one should I check first for its effect?"
The black-haired girl whispered in Shade's ear. Seeing his appearance, she raised the corners of her fair mouth and gently hugged his neck:
"It's okay. We have plenty of time this afternoon... help me see if I have gained weight recently."
Although Shade still insists that what happened in the few hours between the end of this sentence and Margaret's return to the manor are all commercial activities, and the investment partners' reasonable behavior to check the quality and design ideas of the goods
, but what he couldn't deceive himself was that what happened that afternoon was indeed not what should happen in normal business activities.
But the good news is that Shade believes that Miss Sylvia's body shape and weight have not changed at all compared to when they were separated in Randall Valley. He sincerely praised the young witch's figure, making one of her legs white and the other black.
The black-haired witch hugged him, and was even more grateful that she had brought these things to the City of Glass before setting off.
In the spring afternoon, the sun is slightly drunk, and the smell of incense in the study is fascinating. The soft sofa, gentle hugs and equally gentle kisses will probably become one of Shade's memories of this spring many years later. However,
Speaking of which, he seemed to have too many memories of the spring in Green Lake.
The shy witch was also greedy for the enthusiasm of foreigners, and she was quite satisfied with this way of celebrating the reunion after a long separation. While they were experiencing the charm of the exquisite fabrics, they talked about business, life, and the chosen one.
While chatting about the witch, Shade even felt a little embarrassed and mentioned what Megan and Audrey's birthmarks had done to him. This topic also caused a shy blush on Miss Sylvia's face.
The room was warm, even a little hot, with shadows dragging on the ground, and even time slowed down in the warm sunlight. Little Mia, who was entangled in two golden fabrics that she had not tried yet, was using her claws to destroy the outside with 100
High-end products that cannot be purchased for pounds, and on the sofa, Miss Sylvia, rubbing her legs and feeling the passion, suddenly inserted a question that Shade did not expect:
