Chapter 1585

The pharmacist miss's expression was a bit sad, but also seemed hesitant. It's just that this expression only lasted for a long time before disappearing. She didn't know what was wrong with her today, actually exposing her inner thoughts in front of a stranger.

"Don't be so pessimistic. Although I am only Six-Ring, I have many very powerful friends. For example, my teacher who asked me to investigate the Edwards family, when she is done with her own things, she can also come here to help me."

Xia De said again.

He was really confident about this matter. Not to mention summoning the five Great Witches he was familiar with, just Miss Danister herself was enough to solve most of the troubles in this era. What's more, he also had trump cards like Sister Daelin, Priest Augustus, Doctor Schneider, and long-haired Luweiya, plus himself. He didn't believe that the trouble here could be bigger than Cold Water Port, Mid-Hill Fort, Pantanal, and Randall Valley.

【Cough, cough.】

"She" coughed softly in Xia De's ear, or rather, imitated the sound of coughing vividly. Xia De immediately realized that he seemed to have thought about things he shouldn't have thought about:

"Should... not be bigger than those troubles, right?"

The brown-haired lady pursed her lips and shook her head, not staying on this topic anymore:

"I don't know much about that prophecy either. Ask me another question, the last one. If you want to ask more, next time we board the island, I will continue to answer for you."

Xia De thought for a while:

"Last time we boarded the island, you said you didn't know exactly how many Edwards were still alive, so has this answer changed now?"

The pharmacist miss nodded:

"I really don't understand the first three generations of the family tree. As for the last three generations, the four in my father's generation—Uncle Hohenheim, Uncle Edward, Aunt Maria, and my father himself—have all passed away; of the five people in the fifth generation to which I belong, two are still alive... Yes, you don't have to guess randomly, it's me and my sister; the six people in the sixth generation are all still alive."

"I know a pair of twin brothers in the sixth generation, they are descendants of the nobility of Willendale, and their maternal grandfather is Edward Edwards."

"I can also confirm that the descendants of the little sister of the fourth generation, my aunt Maria Edwards, lived in the Green Lake region after leaving this island, instead of leaving the local area like others. Her two descendants are also twins."

Xia De nodded:

"That is to say, among the eight living people in the last three generations, two are you and your sister, and four are the two pairs of twins in the sixth generation. Then, there are still two grandchildren of the eldest son of the fourth generation, Hohenheim, missing."

The witch knew the whereabouts of some of the relatives, which was also expected. It was impossible for her not to have investigated anything for so many years.

"Although I don't know the pair of twin brothers you know, I have heard of their whereabouts. Before my father passed away, he said the final whereabouts of his brothers and sisters. Uncle Edward did go to Willendale. But the last two, I have never been able to find."

She shook her head regretfully.

"After the four in the fourth generation left this island and separated, they never had any contact again?"

"Yes, I also asked my father this question, but he didn't tell me the reason. In fact, I only learned about most of the past events of the family after he passed away. My father had always avoided me coming into contact with these things."

Mentioning her late father, even a witch who hated men was very sad.

"Enough, the information you gave me this time is enough."

Xia De said softly. Although the Outlander had no elders or family, he could understand the lady's mood in front of him. And this was also one of the few ladies he had come into contact with who climbed upward step by step with the goal of surviving.

Most of the people in the Witch Council should not know her story, but that Speaker, Miss Isabella, should know. The Great Witch of Time probably had other arrangements for this lady, but Xia De couldn't guess whether the Speaker of the 【Witch Council】 would come to the Green Lake region in person this time.

And what the pharmacist miss said, that she was currently facing the problem of not having the possibility of advancing to the Twelve-Ring/Twelve-Tier, was actually something Miss Galina had also encountered. In this situation, one needs the power outside the specifications, as usually said, to help with the advancement.

For the witches of the Fifth Era, it was to go deep into those strange places to find those gods who were still considered kind or not kind. If they were lucky, they could even run into Xia De;

And for the Sixth Era, Miss Galina opened the door to true death by working with Luweiya and Difa, and transformed the edge of life and death into the "Soul Cemetery," which allowed her to obtain the 【Death】 spirit rune and advance.

Although this kind of example is not universal, and there is no second edge of life and death in Xia De's house to force another transformation, Xia De has the 【Ekenola-Arrow of the Chosen One】 in his hand. People pierced by the arrow can have one more spirit rune or one kind of miracle.

Of course, Xia De couldn't take it out now, and even less could he tell the lady in front of him about these things. Although he was willing to help the pharmacist miss, that would have to wait until the other party was also willing to confess everything to him.

Perhaps kindness can be without cost, but Xia De also has to protect himself and the people around him.

"You can tell your teacher about the family's affairs, but since I have said so much about my private affairs, don't tell them to others easily, otherwise I don't care if you are a Chosen One or not, I will make you pay the price."

The atmosphere was a bit dull, so the pharmacist miss said half-jokingly again.

"Please rest assured, I am not that kind of talkative person. Everyone has their own secrets and thoughts. You are willing to tell me, this is my honor."

He would only pick suitable information to tell Miss Danister. After all, what Miss Danister cared about was the members of the Edwards family, not the thoughts and moods of these people.

"Your mouth might be even more powerful than your power."

The sorceress teased:

"Do the female companions you date know that you are so powerful?"

Xia De smiled and did not take this topic. He knew the other party was testing his gender, but he was not willing to share with others the fact that he was dating girls. He didn't think this was something worth showing off.

As if to interrupt the conversation between the two, the next second, the field of vision, which had become narrower because the sky had darkened, narrowed again abruptly. The two, who were originally 1.5m apart, could now only vaguely see each other's body outlines.

The two stood up and turned to look at the tombstone. Above the tombstone, the slightly glowing blacksmith's spirit finally appeared.

"Mr. Watson, the rope."

The sorceress said simply, and Xia De, who understood, threw out the rope. The pharmacist miss grabbed one end of it to prevent it from wrapping around her waist:

"Wait a moment, no need to wrap it around me. Oh, is your living rope trick not quite the same as the ordinary version?"

Fortunately, the fog was very heavy, and she couldn't see the somewhat embarrassed expression on Xia De's face.

Having experienced what happened last time, this lady was obviously also prepared. She cast a spell on the rope, her fingers tapped lightly on the thick cable, and the rope quickly became thinner until it turned into a golden glowing thread.

She signaled Xia De to tie the thread to his little finger just like her, and then explained softly:

"Now, except for you and me, no one can see this line. At the same time, in this state of connection, even if we close our eyes, we can perceive each other's position, and the sound and visual transmission effect between us is also enhanced. This is to facilitate action on the island. After we leave, I will untie this line."

Xia De could indeed see her more clearly at this time, and her voice was also louder. Of course, the most obvious effect caused by enhancing the perception of the two was actually that the badge on Xia De's chest was heating up.

Although it didn't reach the heat of detecting a witch, it was about the same as the heat when approaching Difa:

"Sure enough, the witch's curse is impossible to eliminate at all. She just compressed the detection effect to within one meter because of special reasons."

Xia De thought in his heart, but didn't show any abnormality.

【This is not a miracle or a spell, this is a witch's secret technique.】

At the same time, "She" also reminded Xia De softly in his ear, which could be considered as completely confirming the lady's identity.

After handling the perception problem, the pharmacist miss took out various items prepared for the "key." Fish bones, flawless amethyst, flawless obsidian, the bones of the lord's wife, and the red leather notebook obtained from Michaela Blast Furnace City in the morning were placed in front of the grave in turn.

Then the pharmacist miss rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair wrists, and then neatly cut her wrists with a dagger. This was a suicidal act for any ordinary person, and only a Ringed Ringed Ringed Shushi would dare to do so without hesitation.

Bloodstains appeared on the skin that was like the most noble work of art, and then the test tube was taken over by the sorceress's other hand and placed at the wound. She frowned slightly, obviously not unable to feel the pain, while Xia De felt sorry for the wound appearing on the fair skin.

"Mr. Watson, staring at someone else's hand like this is not a gentleman's way, right?"

And the pharmacist miss's slightly indifferent teasing also made Xia De look away. After obtaining permission, he picked up the small red leather notebook, opened it, and found that it was a diary, and the owner of the diary obviously didn't have the good habit of recording every day, and the interval between dates was usually about five or six days.

On page 23 of the notebook, the day Edward Edwards was born was recorded. And according to the handwriting style of the diary, this diary should be a relic of Pride Edwards, the last lord of the family and the father of the four Edwards brothers and sisters.

Soon, the slender glass test tube was filled with red liquid. The pharmacist miss summoned a fireball to illuminate the surroundings, and the liquid was as beautiful as liquefied ruby under the light.