Whispering Verse

"Earl, you mean..."

The ladies looked at Bella Belindel expectantly, but at this time there was only Shade around the sofa, so the countess looked around, and Shade stood up in a gentlemanly manner, turning his back to the witch and blocking it with his body. Got her.

[She closes the fan. 】

Although Shade did not ask for it, "her" voice still sounded softly for the first time, with a smile:

[She bent down and used her fan bone to lift up the hem of her skirt, revealing her red high heels and...]

Shade had already heard the exclamations coming from behind. People in other places in the salon looked over curiously, but due to the location, they couldn't see the shoes that were blocked by the sofa and coffee table. The countess also lowered her skirt that was exposed to her ankles at this time.

She tugged on Shade's sleeve, indicating that he could sit down. And she once again opened the fan to cover her smiling face. As for the other ladies, they were pulling the sleeves of the people around them and chatting in low voices, and some were talking excitedly.

【Black. 】

"I didn't ask."

[But you really want to know, don’t you? 】

"She" always understands the thoughts of foreigners so well.

"The fabric looks really nice and fits me very well."

Another lady whom Shade didn't know spoke softly, looking at the countess's expression:

"I just don't know if it will feel as comfortable as it looks after wearing it. Also, although the fabric looks high-end, sometimes you can't judge the feel of the fabric just by looking at it."

"What do you think?"

So the blonde countess smiled and touched Shade's arm, and Shade subconsciously replied:

"The hand feeling is quite good. It has the smooth feeling when stroking silk and girls' long hair, but also has the slight harshness caused by the fine lines of the fabric."

He closed his mouth suddenly. The witch with the birthmark on her eyebrow glanced at him and laughed again. The ladies also bent their eyebrows and whispered to each other and laughed. Shade felt that they must have thought of something unhealthy.

Soon, Miss Matilda came over with two maids, holding eight slender paper boxes in her hands. The cartons were handed over to these ladies for circulation, and when touched with their own hands, the delicate and smooth fabric, light feel and elastic pull 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 Willendale's fashion.

"What you just described was so vivid. I must have seen it more than once before, right?"

The witch's voice reached Shade's ears. He glanced at the witch beside him and saw that the other ladies' attention was not here at all, so he nodded slightly:

"I saw it at Miss Sylvia's."

Not only have they seen it, Miss Aurora, Miss Bernice, Miss Carina, Megan and Audrey, and even Miss Sylvia herself, all used fabrics of different colors to show Shade The beauty of the witch is comprehensive. But in fact, in Xia De's opinion, with the physical conditions of the witches, it doesn't make much difference whether they wear those fabrics or not. After all, the skin is so delicate that almost no pores can be seen, the hand is white and tender, and the extremely slender breasts are

[Ahem. 】

"She" pulled Shade back from his thoughts in time, but in short, it was better to say that Shade had "used it" than "seen it".

"How did Emma show you?"

Miss Belindel asked softly again. She did not use the "mind transmission" that Miss Carina had used. She just covered her mouth with a fan and spoke softly.

Shade hesitated for a moment and suppressed the thoughts that emerged again:

"Well, this is a private matter, can I not answer it?"

"sure."

Although she said this, the blonde countess already knew that something was definitely going on between the two of them. She rubbed her legs under the skirt, and the smooth fabric gave her a very different feeling. I was thinking about the relationship between the man around me and the Great Space Witch, and I thought that even if other witches had wrong ideas in their hearts, they would not be as bold as me:

"Now that he is by my side, I have the initiative."

She is still very confident in her charm.

Helping Miss Sylvia promote the product and paving the way for the next sale of this product in Yuewan is just a side event of participating in this salon. Miss Sylvia has already discussed the specific details of cooperation with Miss Belindell. After the first batch of goods is delivered to Moon Bay by train, the stores run by the Belindell family will sell these products from Willondale City. "specialty".

In the words of Mrs. Rachel who came back from Willondale, this business is more enviable than digging for gold.

The most important thing in participating in this salon is naturally the werewolf thing. Seeing that the time was almost up, Miss Belindel invited the owner of the salon, the Marquise Ankara, to talk elsewhere. The lady with yellow hair who was in her thirties but well-maintained took the Countess and Shade with her. Went to the study not far away.

She was originally confused as to why she brought her "cousin" with her, but when the servants brought tea and closed the door from the outside, her expression froze as soon as Shade spoke:

"I am a ring warlock."

This is a strategy discussed in advance. With the seven major families currently in contact with ring warlocks, it doesn't matter if Shade calls himself this. No one knows his true identity anyway:

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

The Marquise widened her eyes and covered her mouth, taking a step back and holding her hands on the desk to keep from falling. Miss Belindel folded her hands on her chest and leaned against the wall next to the door, away from the two people talking. With an unpredictable expression on her face, she was still thinking about the relationship between this man and other witches.

"I asked the Earl to do a little research on the identity of the lady who called herself Marika Frost after returning to human form, and then accidentally discovered some very interesting things. The Frost family was originally a local native of more than two hundred years ago. A wealthy businessman, he was later persecuted because he offended the Hawthorne family at that time and left the local area and fell into decline. Ms. Marika Frost is a descendant of the Frost who stayed back then. I investigated and found out that since that incident two hundred years ago Up to now, at least 1/3 of her ancestors and relatives have committed suicide."

Shade paused for a moment:

"Werewolves are a heritable bloodline, but there is a half chance that the bloodline will be inherited without the curse. The academic circle of magicians calls this the 'recessive inheritance of werewolves', but the carriers of this recessive bloodline will have offspring again The probability of having werewolf ancestry is only half lower than that of those with dominant inheritance. Of course, fortunately, most carriers of werewolf ancestry are lifelong sterile."

The Marquise's face was as pale as a blank sheet of paper:

"Sir, what do you want to say? Are you a ring wizard? Aren't you afraid that I will report you and your employer?"

Shade smiled:

"I just accidentally learned that, ma'am, the surname of your grandmother who committed suicide seems to be Frost, right?"

He blinked, and the Marchioness of Ankara finally failed to support her body and fell to the carpet with a desperate groan.

"What will happen even if you report me? I am a foreigner, just leave Moon Bay. The New World is a good place to stay. As for Earl Belindel, he will probably be severely 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. Shade felt that saying this seemed a bit excessive and made him look like a bad guy, but since he had accepted the task, he had to continue:

"But you are different. You don't want to talk about the strategies that the church may adopt if it learns of your identity as a werewolf covert blood carrier. Guess what will happen to your husband, the Marquis of Ankara? I don't want to say 'Oh, madam, You don’t want your husband to know about this either, right?”

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

"But compared to us, aren't you more afraid of having your secret known?"

"Oh, God~"

The woman on the carpet groaned again, covered her face and sobbed:

"I couldn't choose my origin. I only learned about it from my cousin after I became an adult. I am the Marquis's second wife. He already has a son and a daughter. I also promised him that for the sake of family harmony, If I can’t give birth to the next generation, why can’t you let me go?”

"You've gone too far."

The countess at the door finally spoke. This sentence was of course scolding Shade:

"How could you threaten a Marchioness like that?"

He glared at Shade "viciously", then walked forward and helped the sobbing woman up:

"Let's talk on the sofa, Lina, look at your makeup. Let's talk on the sofa. I won't threaten you."

Shade plays the bad guy and Miss Belindle plays the good guy, which is also a simple conversational technique. Don't look at how fragile the Marchioness of Ankara is now. Miss Belindel said in the carriage when she came just now that she is a very smart and capable woman. If she doesn't suppress her from the beginning and take the initiative in the conversation, don't even think about it next. Ask about other things.

This strategy worked quite well. As the Marquise sobbed, Shade and the Witch also learned about her relationship with the werewolf Marika Frost.

The two share the same great-grandfather but did not meet until adulthood. After the Marchioness of Ankara learned about the family history from her cousin, she met Ms. Malika Frost once in Yuewan City, and they kept in touch frequently.

"About five years ago, Malika's father committed suicide, and her husband also passed away due to illness three years ago. She couldn't bear the blow, and she had to endure the pain of the full moon night. For a long time, she was unwilling to She communicated with others and corresponded with me less and less. By the time I noticed something was wrong and went to visit her at home, she had not been home for a long time."