Chapter 1752

"Xia De said the three ghouls cooperated seamlessly and their power was extremely similar. Since the first two are the second and third sons of the fourth generation, then the remaining one is highly likely to be the eldest son of the fourth generation, Hohenheim Edwards, right?"

Miss Sylvia asked, and Xia De nodded gently:

"The three grew up on the island together and were made into ghouls together after death; this fits the logic."

"But it doesn't fit family affection."

Megan said with pursed lips, and Xia De had nothing to say about this, so he could only hold her hand:

"Megan, find a way to contact the 【Mirror Association】; you must determine the identity of the third ghoul. Before the final battle, we must know the whereabouts of every Edwards."

Megan nodded gently. Looking at the appearance of her father now in the book in her hand, the sorrow in her eyes gradually turned into a deeper hatred for that island.

"The three ghouls must have been assigned by that person on the island. Now the question is, what do they want the body parts of the descendants of the Green Lake townspeople for? Is it also related to that 'Edwards Ascension Art'?"

Xia De 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 was just asking casually, but he didn't expect Miss Sylvia to really answer:

"Remember the ghoul you brought last week?"

"Are there still ghouls?"

Megan asked in surprise. Xia De respected Nicholas Green's request and had not explained his existence to others for the time being. But since Megan had already realized it, Xia De simply described it.

Subsequently, Miss Sylvia provided brand-new intelligence:

"Ghoul Green said that he would occasionally receive orders from the island to steal the corpses of people buried in the public cemetery of Green Lake City and send them into the lake, and they would be taken to the island by water ghosts in the lake. I had Margaret check the identities of those corpses before they died; they were also all descendants of the townspeople of the abandoned Green Lake Town."

Megan was thoughtful:

"It seems that it is not just our family; everyone associated with that island has been involved."

Xia De also couldn't say clearly what the other party wanted to do:

"Farm fire will definitely attract the church. I left clues over there, informing the church about the intelligence of the ghouls' goals. The church will also conduct investigations with this as a clue... His arrangement is really clever. Regardless of whether Ghoul Green is willing to return to the island with him, Green will definitely be able to help him."

"This is a good clue; I will investigate this line recently. There should still be quite a few living islander descendants; perhaps I can find one or two."

Miss Sylvia said, and then asked about the Misuo Xia De encountered. She was quite interested in the Misuo used jointly by the three ghouls, and even regretted not following Xia De to witness it that morning.

"That Misuo is the weakest Misuo I have ever seen. They didn't master this miraculous power at all; they just used it forcibly by relying on their bloodline. This has no value."

This was not comfort; that Misuo was indeed pitifully weak.

Xia De planned to have dinner in the Glass City with Little Mia, which would also be convenient to see Margaret. Megan had things to do and would return to Green Lake City. At three o'clock, she would leave, so Miss Sylvia specifically let Xia De go to the door alone to see her off.

The carriage had already stopped at the manor gate. Xia De hugged Megan and wanted to comfort the girl who was sad in her heart because her father's corpse had been desecrated. Although Megan said she was fine, Xia De could see that her mood was very bad:

"If we really caught that ancestor of yours, what do you plan to do to him?"

Xia De proposed such a hypothesis.

"Just let him die. I won't do what he did; that would make me become that kind of person like him too."

The brown-haired witch said with pursed lips. She stared at Xia De deeply:

"I have never hated a person so much. I don't know if this hatred is normal, but even when I was mentally deranged and made many mistakes, I have never hated a person so much that I wanted to kill them."

"Emotions will stimulate power; perhaps your ancestor is exactly wanting you to hate him. Control your emotions; everyone will help you."

Xia De could understand her. Megan sighed:

"Now everything feels like the ancestor's plan; this feeling is really uncomfortable."

"Therefore, we must do things that exceed his expectations. Don't worry, I promised to protect you all along; I will definitely do it."

Megan nodded. She didn't know the weight of Xia De saying this sentence. Thus, the flesh with brown shoulder-length hair turned into Audrey's lead, letting Audrey also say goodbye to Xia De, and only then did she board the carriage and leave.

After that carriage drove out of the manor, Miss Sylvia walked from behind the door to Xia De's side:

"Poor Megan and Audrey."

She said softly, and Xia De asked curiously:

"Poor? Because of the family matter, right?"

"No, unlike other Great Witches, Megan and Audrey don't know what they really want. Everyone becomes a witch for their own goals, such as Jia Lin Na for power and the power of domination, such as I for knowledge and the teacher's last wish, such as Xi Wei for the family tradition and her own thirst for the mysterious. Only they—if it is just to come for power to resist the fate and curse of their own bloodline, it is very difficult for them to continue walking."

Hearing this kind of evaluation, Xia De felt again that the seats of "Space" and "Knowledge and Wisdom" really should be swapped.

"Let's go; your cat is still sleeping in the study. Since there is still time this afternoon, I'll show you the progress of our business now; my goods have also arrived."

Miss Sylvia said, holding Xia De's hand, and they turned to walk toward the stairs.

With Margaret's help, Miss Sylvia's preparation work for the "Fabric Factory" was quite smooth. She had already formulated a recipe that could mass-produce nylon. Although the quality was much worse than those expensive first-generation "experimental products," the yield rate was high, and the quality, appearance, and feel were enough for this era:

The progress was faster than originally expected. Probably in the summer of this year, the factory would be able to produce the first batch of goods, which was only a matter of a month or two later:

"I will probably be able to turn around my current financial situation soon... I will get rich."

Miss Sylvia's statement was not exaggerated at all. Currently, the trial products flowing from her hands to the great nobles of Willendale City had caused a huge sensation. The question now was not whether she could get rich, but how much she could earn.

Of course, the young Great Witch did not forget the important partner who provided her with this idea and used 5,000 pounds to participate in the business. To show that she hadn't spent money randomly and to let Xia De know what kind of effect her products had iterated into, she specially showed Xia De the various fabrics of different qualities she brought from Willendale that afternoon.

Miss Sylvia was probably a person with a sense of ritual. When she ordered her assistants to move those commodities in, every piece of fabric was placed in a slender paper box.

This kind of high-quality thick paper box was generally used to hold clothing items like ties. She smiled and opened one of the boxes, letting Xia De see the thin black fabric lying on the lining.

The intertwined elastic lines were delicate and transparent, and it was not pure black; golden silk threads outlined the shape of a phoenix on it. Although it was lying in the slender paper box now, Xia De could completely construct what they looked like when attached to legs just by his own imagination.

"Not bad, right?"

After hundreds of fabrics of different qualities and colors were all moved in, she drove away her followers, raised her hand, and all the boxes displayed on the coffee table, sofa, and even the desk opened together, even scaring Little Mia, who was taking an afternoon nap.

"Which one should I see the effect of first?"

The black-haired girl whispered in Xia De's ear. Seeing his appearance, the fair corners of her mouth hooked, and she gently hugged his neck:

"It's okay. This afternoon, we have plenty of time to help me see if I have gained weight recently."

Although Xia De still insisted that everything that happened from the end of this sentence until Margaret returned to the manor belonged to the reasonable behavior of the investing partner checking product quality and design ideas in commercial activities, what he could not deceive himself about was that the things that happened that afternoon were indeed not things that should happen in normal commercial activities.

But the good news was that Xia De believed that Miss Sylvia had no change in body shape and weight compared to when they parted in Randall Valley. He sincerely praised the young witch's figure, letting the black-haired witch, whose legs were one white and one black, hug him, feeling even more fortunate that he had brought these things to the Glass City before setting off.

On a spring afternoon, the sunlight was intoxicating, and the smell of incense in the study was fascinating. The soft sofa, gentle hugs, and equally gentle kisses would probably become one of Xia De's memories of this spring many years later. However, speaking of which, his memories of the spring in Green Lake seemed to be a bit too many.

The shy witch also lingered on the outsider's enthusiasm; she was quite satisfied with celebrating their reunion after a long separation in this way. While experiencing the charm of that exquisite fabric, they chatted about business, life, the Chosen, and witches. Xia De even mentioned with some embarrassment what Megan and Audrey's birthmarks had done to him, a topic that also caused shy blushes to appear on Miss Sylvia's face.

The room was warm, even a bit sultry, and the shadows dragged on the ground. Even time slowed down in the gentle sunlight. Little Mia, who was entangled by two golden fabrics that had not yet been tried on, was using her claws to destroy the high-end commodities outside that couldn't be bought even for 100 pounds. And on the sofa, Miss Sylvia, who was stroking her legs and experiencing the enthusiasm, suddenly inserted a question Xia De hadn't expected while being confused and whispering sweet nothings:

"How far have you and Jia Lin Na progressed?"

PS: Chapters with illustrations will have a "*" added after the title by the author. Illustration of this chapter: Emma Sylvia.

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