“Ahem.”
Miss Benanis coughed and brought the topic back to the topic:
"Sylvia, of course we are interested. What exactly is your business? Do you have product photos? If it is daily necessities, I can promote it for you."
The reputation of the best opera singers of the era was still very useful. And since they were all from Carsenrick, it was easy to promote them.
"How do you think I convinced the Speaker without taking photos? Of course, it's because she had already seen the product itself."
The youngest witch in the council said with a smile. It was obvious that she was looking forward to this moment:
"Look."
As she spoke, she stood up from her chair, and then Miss Benanis and Miss Carina came over. But Miss Sylvia did not take out the box from under the table or take out the items from her pocket. Instead, she turned her chair ninety degrees and sat down again.
She smiled and lifted her long skirt, first revealing her black patent leather high heels, and then revealing...
"oh!"
Miss Carina and Miss Benanis both held their breath, they had no idea what was under their skirts.
The light black fabric with flesh color perfectly fits the slightly muscular legs. The real color of the legs is faintly visible. Although the small toes are hidden in the high heels, they can still be vaguely seen. The leg lines are so clear that it is almost crazy, but the legs are indeed completely wrapped. It seems to be exposed to the eyes, but it is not seen at all. The texture of the light fabric is fine, and every inch has fine lines that seem to be torn if pulled.
It was as if she had changed her skin, outlining her perfect curves, which were even more alluring than her bare legs.
The witches' orientation was already very vague, and the scene before them was completely beyond the two's imagination.
Emma Sylvia's lipstick-covered lips curled up slightly. She reached out her hand and casually lifted the fabric with her fingernails, letting the other two witches watch the extremely thin and elastic thread deform. As Miss Sylvia let go, the fabric actually bounced back onto her skin. Looking at the fabric again, there was no trace of the deformation just now.
"You... have you turned into a succubus?"
Miss Carina took a deep breath and reached out to grab it, but was stopped by Miss Sylvia:
"Although it is very elastic, it can't withstand constant pulling."
With a slightly red face, she lowered her skirt to cover her legs again and asked Miss Benanis:
"How does it feel?"
"You... you'll buy the world."
The young witch smiled even more brightly:
"Not so exaggerated for now. The pair I'm wearing is the best product, and I made it myself. The inspiration comes not only from what Shade once said, but also from the records of the Fifth Epoch. In that era, the Witch Emperors used the silk thread of the extinct ice silkworm to make stockings. As for the products that factories can produce now, their elasticity and lightness are far inferior to what I'm wearing."
Turning his chair, he said:
"But, after all, it's better than those baggy cotton socks you guys are wearing."
Miss Carina and Miss Benedict hummed at the same time, and the Duchess folded her arms over her chest:
"You have indeed seized a good opportunity this time. Although it may seem shameful, no one can refuse it, men and women alike. I can imagine people lining up just to buy a pair of your fabrics, and thieves going so far as to break into other people's bedrooms to steal a pair of these things... I didn't realize that Shade had such imagination..."
I finally figured it out when I got here:
"That guy must have touched enough witches' legs in the Fifth Epoch to give you such shameless advice."
"The key to invention is not here. Fabric is just a finished product. Do you know what the real value is? I, Emma Sylvia, became the first person to invent artificial synthetic fibers. I created a new history in the field of chemistry. My achievements will still be read by people even thousands of years later. I even obtained the Enlightenment Spirit Rune Weaving at the moment of success, which brought me one step closer to the eleventh ring..."
"How many finished products do you have now? I want you to wear something like this."
Miss Benannis interrupted her. The eleven-ringed blonde witch certainly understood what an extraordinary achievement this was, but she was not concerned about that at the moment.
"This is just a test product, and it will need to be adjusted later. Besides, I'm busy writing my thesis and working on the factory."
Miss Sylvia made an awkward gesture, but in fact she was picking up the black hair by her ears with her fingers and looking at the two people:
“I’m really busy.”
she repeated.
"5 kronor a pair, it's worth the price. Don't worry, I won't wear it outside before you distribute it, I'll just wear it at home... If you're short of manpower, I can lend you a few people."
"70 pounds a pair. I'll find a way to sell them for you at Delarion. The girls around me won't refuse this kind of clothing."
The Duchess also offered a price that could be described as "astronomical".
As for the deal the witches made tonight, Shade certainly didn't know about it.
On Tuesday morning, Shade got up very early. After having breakfast at home with Mia, he took the cat to Huntington City. This evening, he agreed to trade with the elf girl, so he had to go into the creek forest again. Shade planned to take Mia with him. Winter was about to pass, and it would take more than half a year to see such scenery again.
Of course, in order to prevent others from seeing the cat and associating it with herself, Shade used the witch's disguise rune to change Mia's appearance. This super-powerful illusion was specially developed by witches in the last century for the effect of makeup, so there was no need to worry about the cat disguised as a dog being discovered.
The holy emblem has now been re-hung in the Forgotten Church, and the stone statue is still sitting on the front row of seats. Miss Lathers will not move it in the short term.
After leaving Cherry Leaf Lane with Mia, Shade went directly to the local Cassandra Auction House. Although it was only nine o'clock in the morning, there were already many customers passing through the lobby of the auction house. There were several important auctions today.
The bank president, Mr. Kimberly, had been waiting for Shad's arrival in the lobby. Even though Shad brought an ugly dog into the red-carpeted room, Mr. Kimberly did not dare to express any opinion.
"Good morning, have you found the account book?"
"Found it. Please come this way. All the records are here."
As he spoke, Mr. Kimberly led Shade to his office on the third floor. Three cardboard boxes were piled on the floor of the neat office. Two middle-aged men dressed as accountants in brown vests were placing account books and transaction records on the coffee table in chronological order.
Next to the coffee table, black tea and snacks had been prepared on the dining cart, and a young girl dressed as a maid was arranging the dishes.
"This is Miss Mirja."
Mr. Kimberly immediately introduced her. Shade looked at the maid and found that she was a ring wizard. The badge on her chest was very hot, and the other party's ring wizard level was only three rings:
"Mr. Watson, I saw you last year at Midhill Castle. I don't think you noticed me then."
The maid bowed respectfully, and Xia De nodded without saying anything more.
As the oldest witch in existence, the number of followers around the old witch is not comparable to that of a "young person" like Miss Sylvia. Therefore, the branches of Cassandra Auction House in various parts of the Old Continent will have more or less followers of the witch. Important cities like the Randall Valley will probably have three to five ring warlocks.
They do not participate in management, but only supervise the handling of troublesome auction items and maintain the black market business of ring sorcerers. This system has been implemented for nearly a hundred years.
Shade didn't say much, he put Mia on the sofa and started to check the account books and transaction records. The accountants went to the next room to wait, and Mr. Kimberly was driven away by Miss Mia to arrange other things for the auction house. She personally accompanied Shade here:
"Mr. Hamilton, Princess Margaret and Prince William of Anjou will be here at ten o'clock to attend the auction. They will be accompanied by the Earl of Granger. They want to buy a batch of statues sold by the local stonemasons' guild."
"Don't tell me this. I'm here today just for the account book."
Shad shook his head. He didn't have time to deal with Margaret's affairs for the time being. The most important thing at the moment was to find Thomas Granger and Mr. Lathers.
So Miss Mirya didn't say much and helped Xia De search the account books to find suspicious transaction records.
Xia De actually didn't know what he was looking for, he only knew that it might be related to the "Heart of the Earth", so they could only pick out the transaction records that might be related to it, and then conduct a detailed analysis.
Fortunately, all the auction items in the auction house must be photographed for record, so it would be easier to find them with the help of photos. The records that Shade was going to search were limited to the period from two months before Mr. Lathers disappeared to the time when he disappeared. The booming business of Cassandra Auction House made such a large-scale search quite difficult.
Only Mia enjoyed this kind of time. Seeing that Shade had no intention of taking it around, the cat curled up comfortably where Shade could easily touch it and took a nap, or maybe it really fell asleep.
At 9:43 in the morning, Shade picked up a record of the auction items and flipped through it with great interest. This was not what he was looking for, but a record of the auction of the Oxenfort Manor.
It is said that since the manor was lost from the hands of the Oxenfurt family, every person who bought and lived in it would encounter bad luck. This auction record is another change of hands in 1844, but according to the records, the auction failed and it was finally sold to a foreign businessman the following year.