Chapter 2098

"Countess, you mean..."

The ladies looked at Bella Belinder expectantly, and at this time there was only one man, Xia De, around the sofa, so the countess looked around, and Xia De stood up very gentlemanly, turning his back to the witch and blocking her with his body.

【She closed her fan.】

Although Xia De did not ask, "her" voice still rang out gently for the first time, and the voice carried a smile:

【She bent down, lifted the hem of her skirt with the fan bone, revealing her red high heels and...】

Xia De had already heard the exclamation from behind him. People in other parts of the salon looked over curiously, but because of the position, they naturally could not see the shoes hidden by the sofa and coffee table. And the countess also lowered the hem of her skirt that was exposed to her ankles at this time.

She tugged at Xia De's sleeve, signaling that he could sit down. And she opened the fan again to cover her smiling face. As for the other ladies, they tugged at the sleeves of the people around them and talked in low voices, and some were still saying something excitedly.

【Black ones.】

"I didn't ask."

【But you really want to know, don't you?】

"She" is always so understanding of the outsider's thoughts.

"This fabric looks really good, very form-fitting."

Another lady Xia De did not know said softly, looking at the countess's expression:

"I just don't know how it feels to wear it, whether it is as comfortable as it looks. Also, although the fabric looks high-end, sometimes you can't judge the feel of the fabric just by observation."

"What do you think?"

So the blonde countess smiled and touched Xia De's arm, and Xia De answered subconsciously:

"The feel is quite good, with both the smoothness of touching silk and girls' long hair, and the slight astringency brought by the fine texture of the fabric..."

He shut his mouth abruptly. The witch with a birthmark between her eyebrows glanced at him and laughed again. The noblewomen also bent their eyebrows and whispered and laughed. Xia De felt that they must have thought of something unhealthy.

Soon, Miss Matilda came over with two maids, holding eight long, thin paper boxes in her hands. The paper boxes were handed to these noblewomen to pass around. Touching them with their own hands, the delicate and smooth fabric, the thin and light feel, and the elastic pulling sensation immediately captured everyone's interest. Although no one asked, almost everyone was calculating how much money they would have to spend to keep up with the fashion of Willandale.

"You described it so... vividly just now, you must have seen it more than once, right?"

The witch's voice reached Xia De's ears. He glanced at the witch beside him, and seeing that the other ladies' attention was not on this side at all, he nodded slightly:

"I have seen it at Miss Sylvia's."

It's not just that he has seen it. Miss Aurora, Miss Bernice, Miss Galina, Megan and Audrey, and even Miss Sylvia herself, all used those fabrics of different colors to show Xia De that the beauty of a witch is comprehensive. But in fact, in Xia De's view, given the physical conditions of the witches, it doesn't make much difference whether they wear those fabrics or not. After all, the delicate skin that can hardly see pores, the white and tender feel, and the incomparably slender...

【Ahem.】

"She" pulled Xia De's thoughts back in time, but in short, it is better to say that Xia De "used" it than "seen" it.

"How did Emma show it to you?"

Miss Belinder asked softly again. She did not use the "telepathy" that Miss Galina had used, but just covered her mouth with a fan and spoke softly.

Xia De hesitated for a moment, suppressing the romantic thoughts that emerged again:

"Um... this is a privacy issue, can I not answer?"

"Of course you can."

Although she said so, the blonde countess had already understood in her heart that the two of them definitely had something going on. The legs under the skirt rubbed against each other, and the slippery fabric gave her a very different feeling. Thinking about the relationship between the man beside her and the space witch, she also thought in her heart that even if other witches had wrong thoughts, they should not be as bold as herself:

"He is by my side now, so I have the initiative."

She is still very confident in her charm.

Helping Miss Sylvia promote products and paving the way for the subsequent sales of these products in Moon Bay was just an incidental act of attending this salon. Miss Sylvia had already discussed the specific details of cooperation with Miss Belinder. After the first batch of goods was transported to Moon Bay by train, the stores operated by the Belinder family would sell these "specialties" from Willandale.

In the words of Mrs. Rachel, who returned from Willandale, this business is more enviable than digging for gold mines.

The most important thing about attending this salon is naturally the werewolf matter. Seeing that the time was almost up, Miss Belinder invited the hostess of the salon, Marchioness Ankara, to talk elsewhere. The yellow-haired noblewoman, who was in her thirties but well-maintained, took the countess and Xia De to the study not far away.

She was originally puzzled why she had to bring her "cousin," but when the servants brought tea and closed the door from outside, her expression froze as soon as Xia De spoke:

"I am a ring warlock."

This is a strategy discussed in advance. In the current situation where all seven major families are in contact with ring warlocks, it is nothing for Xia De to call himself this. Anyway, no one knows his true identity:

"I was hired by Count Belinder to investigate some things, and then accidentally discovered a werewolf in a hidden place outside the city."

The Marchioness widened her eyes, covered her mouth, and took a step back, supporting herself on the desk so she wouldn't fall. Miss Belinder stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the wall by the door, away from the two talking, with an inscrutable expression on her face... She was still thinking about this man's relationship with other witches.

"I asked the Count to investigate the identity of the lady who called herself Marika Frost after returning to human form, and accidentally discovered some very interesting things. The Frost family was originally a local wealthy merchant two hundred years ago, and later fell into decline after offending the Hawthorne family at that time and leaving the area due to persecution. Miss Marika Frost is a descendant of the Frosts who stayed behind back then. I investigated that since that incident two hundred years ago, at least 1/3 of her ancestors and relatives have committed suicide."

Xia De paused for a moment:

"Werewolf is a hereditary bloodline, but there is also a 50% chance of inheriting the bloodline without the curse phenomenon. The ring warlock academic circle calls it 'recessive inheritance of werewolves,' but the probability of the descendants of such recessive bloodline carriers appearing werewolf bloodline again is only half lower than that of dominant carriers. Of course, it is fortunate that most carriers of werewolf bloodline are infertile for life."

The Marchioness's face was already as pale as paper:

"Sir, what do you want to say? You are a ring warlock? Aren't you afraid that I will report you, report your employer?"

Xia De smiled:

"I just accidentally learned, Madam, that the surname of your maternal grandmother who committed suicide also seems to be Frost, right?"

He blinked, and Marchioness Ankara finally couldn't hold her body up, groaned in despair, and fell onto the carpet.

"Even if you report me, what can you do? I am an outsider, I can just leave Moon Bay directly. The New Continent is a good place to settle down. As for Count Belinder, she will probably be heavily fined by the church, but that's all. After all, we haven't had time to do anything yet. But you are different, aren't you?"

These lines were given by the witch behind him. Xia De felt that saying this seemed a bit excessive, making himself look like a bad guy, but since he had already accepted the task, he had to continue:

"But you are different. Not to mention the strategy the church might adopt if it learns of your identity as a carrier of the werewolf recessive bloodline. Guess what, your husband, Hou Jue Ankara, what will he do? I don't want to say strange lines like 'Oh, Madam, you don't want your husband to know about this, do you'..."

He paused, curious about where the witch behind him came up with such lines:

"But compared to us, aren't you more afraid of people knowing your secrets?"

"Oh, God~"

The woman on the carpet groaned again, covering her face and sobbing:

"I couldn't choose my birth either. I only learned about this from my cousin after I became an adult. I am the Hou Jue's second wife. He already has a son and a daughter, and I also promised him for the sake of family harmony that I would not give birth to the next generation. Why can't you just let me go?"

"You are too much."

The countess at the door finally spoke at this time. This sentence was of course scolding Xia De:

"How can you threaten a Marchioness like this?"

She glared at Xia De "fiercely," then walked up and helped the sobbing woman up:

"Let's talk on the sofa, Jia Lin Na, look, your makeup is going to be ruined. Let's talk on the sofa, I won't threaten you."

Xia De plays the villain, Miss Belinder plays the good guy, this is also a simple conversation technique. Don't look at how fragile Marchioness Ankara is acting now. Miss Belinder said on the carriage when she came just now that this is a very shrewd and capable woman. If you don't suppress her at the beginning and occupy the initiative of the conversation, don't expect to ask anything else later.

This strategy is quite useful. In the subsequent sobbing of the Marchioness, Xia De and the witch also learned about her relationship with the female werewolf Marika Frost.

The two shared the same great-grandfather, but had never met before adulthood. After Marchioness Ankara learned about the family history from her cousin, she met Miss Marika Frost once in Moon Bay City, and they had frequent contact later.

"About five years ago, Marika's father committed suicide, and her husband also passed away due to illness three years ago. She couldn't stand the blow, and had to endure the pain of the full moon night, so for a long time she was unwilling to communicate with others, and her correspondence with me became less frequent. By the time I noticed something was wrong and went to her home to visit her, she hadn't been home for a long time."