The pharmacist looked a little sad, but also confused. However, this expression only lasted for a long time and then disappeared. She didn't know what happened to her today, and she actually exposed her inner thoughts in front of strangers.
"Don't be so pessimistic. Although I only have six rings, I have many powerful friends. For example, my teacher who asked me to investigate Edwards can come here to help me after she finishes her own work."
Shade said again.
He was really confident about this matter. Not to mention summoning the five witches he was familiar with, Miss Danister herself was enough to solve most of the troubles of this era. What's more, he also had Sister Defulin, Priest Augustus, Doctor Schneider and Long-haired Luvia as trump cards, plus himself. He didn't believe that the trouble here could be bigger than that of Coldwater Harbor, Midhill Castle, Pantanal and Randall Valley.
Cough cough.
"She" coughed twice softly in Xia De's ear, or rather, she imitated the sound of coughing very vividly. Xia De immediately realized that he seemed to be thinking about something he shouldn't be thinking about:
"It shouldn't be... any bigger than those troubles, right?"
The brown-haired lady pursed her lips and shook her head, not dwelling on this topic any further:
"I don't know much about that prophecy. Please ask me one more question, one last one. If you want to ask more, I will continue to answer you the next time we go to the island."
Shade thought for a moment:
"Last time we were on the island, you said you didn't know how many Edwards were still alive. Has that answer changed now?"
The pharmacist nodded:
"I really don't know much about the first three generations of the family tree. As for the last three generations, the four people of my father's generation, Uncle Hohenheim, Uncle Edward, Aunt Maria and my father himself, have all passed away; the five people of the fifth generation to which I belong, two are still alive... Yes, you don't have to guess, it's me and my sister; the six people of the sixth generation are all still alive."
"I know a pair of twin brothers from the sixth generation. They are descendants of the nobles of Willendel. Their grandfather is Edward Edwards."
"I can also confirm that the fourth-generation little sister, the descendant of my aunt Maria Edwards, has been living in the Green Lake area since she left the island, instead of leaving the local area like the others. Her two descendants are also twins."
Xia De nodded:
"That is to say, among the eight people alive in the last three generations, two are you and your sister, and four are two pairs of twins from the sixth generation. So, we still have two grandchildren of Hohenheim, the eldest son of the fourth generation."
It was expected that the witch knew the whereabouts of some of the relatives. It was impossible for her to do nothing for all these years.
"Although I don't know the twin brothers you know, I have heard about their whereabouts. Before my father died, he told me the final whereabouts of his brothers and sisters. Uncle Edward did go to Willendel. But I have never been able to find the last two."
She shook her head regretfully.
"After the four members of the fourth generation left the island and separated, they never had any contact again?"
"Yes, I have asked my father this question, but he didn't tell me the reason. In fact, I only learned about most of the family's past after he passed away. My father has always avoided me from getting in touch with these things."
When her deceased father was mentioned, even the witch who hated men felt sad.
"That's enough. You gave me enough information this time."
Xia De said softly that although outsiders have no elders or family members, he can understand the feelings of the lady in front of him. And this is also one of the few ladies he has come into contact with, who aims to survive and climbs up step by step.
Most people in the Witch Council probably don't know her story, but the Speaker, Ms. Yin Shabella, should know it. The Great Witch of Time might have other plans for this lady, but Shade couldn't guess whether the Speaker of the Witch Council would come to the Green Lake area in person this time.
As for what the pharmacist said, she is currently facing the problem of not being able to advance to the twelfth ring/twelfth level. In fact, Miss Jialina has also encountered this problem. In this case, the power beyond the usual specifications is needed to help with the advancement.
For witches in the Fifth Age, it is to go deep into those strange places to find those gods who are kind or not so kind. If you are lucky, you can meet Shade;
As for the Sixth Era, Miss Carina worked together with Luvia and Tifa to open the door to true death, and transformed the brink of life and death into a "soul cemetery", allowing herself to obtain the Death Spirit Rune and be promoted.
Although this example is not universal, and there is no second person on the verge of life and death in Shad's family who can be forcibly transformed again, but Shad has Aikenola - the Arrow of the Chosen One in his hand. Anyone pierced by the arrow can get an extra spiritual rune or a magical power.
Of course, Xia De couldn't take it out right now, let alone tell the lady in front of him about these things. Although he was willing to help the pharmacist, he had to wait until the other party was willing to confess everything to him.
Maybe kindness can be free of charge, but Xia De also has to protect himself and the people around him.
"You can tell your teacher about the family affairs, but I have told you so many of my personal affairs. Don't tell them to others easily. Otherwise, I will make you pay the price regardless of whether you are the chosen one or not."
The atmosphere was a bit depressing, so the pharmacist spoke half-jokingly.
"Please rest assured, I'm not the talkative type. Everyone has their own secrets and thoughts. It's my honor that you're willing to tell me."
He would only select the appropriate information to tell Miss Danister. After all, Miss Danister cared about the members of the Edwards family, not their thoughts and feelings.
"Your mouth may be more powerful than your strength."
The sorceress teased:
"Do all the girls you date know how amazing you are?"
Xia De smiled and didn't take up the topic. He knew that the other party was testing his gender, but he didn't want to share with others that he dated girls. He didn't think it was something worth showing off.
As if to interrupt their conversation, the next second, the field of vision, which had become increasingly narrow due to the darkening sky, suddenly narrowed again. The two people, who were originally 1.5 meters apart, could only vaguely see each other's body outlines.
The two men stood up and turned to look at the tombstone. Above the tombstone, the faintly glowing blacksmith's spirit finally appeared.
"Mr. Watson, the rope."
The sorceress said simply, and Shade understood and swung out the rope. The pharmacist grabbed one end to prevent it from getting wrapped around her waist:
"Wait a minute, there's no need to entangle me. Oh, is your rope trick different from the normal version?"
Fortunately, the fog was thick and she couldn't see the somewhat embarrassed expression on Xia De's face.
After what happened last time, the lady was obviously well prepared. She cast a spell on the rope and lightly tapped the thick cable with her fingers. The rope quickly became thinner until it turned into a glowing golden thread.
She motioned for Shade to tie the thread around his little finger like she did, and then explained softly:
"Now, no one can see this line except you and me. At the same time, in this connected state, we can sense each other's position even if we close our eyes, and the sound and visual transmission between us is also enhanced. This is to facilitate movement on the island. After we leave, I will remove 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 of this enhanced perception of the two was that the badge on Xia De's chest was actually heating up.
Although it's not as hot as the witch's, it's about the same as when Tifa approached:
"Sure enough, the witch's curse is impossible to eliminate. She just compressed the detection effect to within one meter for special reasons."
Xia De thought about it in his heart, but did not show any abnormality.
This is not magic or sorcery, this is witchcraft.
At the same time, "she" also whispered a reminder in Xia De's ear, which completely confirmed the identity of this lady.
After solving the perception problem, the pharmacist took out various items prepared for the "key". Fish bones, flawless amethyst, flawless obsidian, the skeleton teeth of the lord's wife, and the red leather notebook obtained from the Mikaela Blast Furnace City in the morning were placed in front of the tomb in order.
Then the pharmacist rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair wrists, and then cut them cleanly with a dagger. This would be a suicide act for any ordinary person, and only the ringmaster would dare to do this without hesitation.
Bloodstains appeared on the skin that was like the most noble work of art, and then the test tube was taken by the sorceress's other hand and placed on the wound. She frowned slightly, obviously not without feeling the pain, and Shade still felt sorry for the wound on her fair skin.
"Mr. Watson, it's not gentlemanly to stare at someone's hand like that, is it?"
The pharmacist's slightly cold teasing also made Xia De look away. After asking for permission, he picked up the small red leather notebook and found it was a diary. The owner of the diary obviously did not develop the good habit of recording every day. The interval between dates was usually about five or six days.
On page 23 of the notebook, the date of Edward Edwards' birth is recorded. Based on the handwriting style of the diary, this diary should be the relic of the last Lord Pryde Edwards, the father of Edward's four brothers and sisters.
Soon, the slender glass test tube was filled with red liquid. The pharmacist summoned a fireball to illuminate the surroundings, and the liquid looked as beautiful as a liquefied ruby under the light.