Mystery: But the Witch's Path

Chapter 90 Reality

After hearing Mrs. Sharon's conditions, Altair frowned slightly, as if he was thinking seriously. After a few seconds of hesitation, he nodded gently: "How much share do you need? At what price? When will I receive my extraordinary ability? How much money do I need to pay? And most importantly, what kind of mission?"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Sharon chuckled twice, raised her head, and said, "Don't worry, sister. We're all family, and we understand your current situation. We won't make things difficult for you."

"Regarding the weapons deal, the clan leader hopes to purchase them at the price set by the Rune army. Also, you need to persuade the other shareholders to provide the clan with a stable share. They won't make things difficult for you."

"Regarding the features, someone will deliver them to you after our conversation, and she will discuss the price with you."

"As for the mission, there's a lot for you to do. You also know that playing the role of a witch often brings disaster."

"The family hopes that you can use your noble status to provide some assistance to some of your sisters, such as giving them the opportunity to play their part in the chaos that occurred in Backlund a few months ago, and helping them cover up their retreat."

"The task you described is too vague; it's a huge trap," Altair interrupted in a flat tone.

He then added, "Regarding weapons, I will strive to secure as much benefit as possible for the family. But regarding the mission, I need to weigh the gains and losses before deciding whether to provide assistance."

"Yes, that's fine," Mrs. Sharon said with a smile, without refusing.

Altair chuckled and joked, "Aren't you afraid I won't offer any help later?"

"Sister, you jest." After saying this, Mrs. Sharon stood up and said with a charming smile:

"Now that the family has won you over, we will make you feel our sincerity."

Before she finished speaking, Mrs. Sharon took off her clothes as if no one else was around, revealing her naturally alluring figure, as if she was about to change into a dress.

But then, as if remembering something, she looked up and asked softly, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, little sister. I almost forgot something important."

"The clan still needs to consult with the weapons designers at the arsenal."

"I wonder if my sister could enlighten me?"

"Tell me about it," Altair blinked, asking curiously.

Mrs. Sharon's lips curved into a half-smile, and she asked in a voice as soft as water, "According to the new weapon design plans that the family has obtained, these concepts are basically the same as Roselle's ideas back then."

"So they want to know if those weapons designers have found that elusive, legendary location and obtained Roselle's legacy."

"I don't know about that." Upon hearing this, Altair shook his head and added, "You should also know that I'm still a minor, and Uncle Rafe doesn't allow me to get involved in these things. I only know that some such designers exist, but I don't know where or how to find them."

Mrs. Sharon didn't press the matter further. After silently changing into a gorgeous long dress, she turned her back to Altair and said in a seductive voice, "Little sister, help your older sister pull up her corset."

Upon hearing this, Altair also got up to help her shape her body. Meanwhile, Mrs. Sharon, now with a moment to herself, said with a hint of grievance, "We've only known each other for less than half an hour, and I've spent more than 20 minutes envying you, sister, for having such a good life."

"High status, wealth, and power—the very qualities needed to advance to demigod status are being offered to you by your family. I, your sister, will only be qualified to obtain the Pain Witch's recipe after completing the task of winning you over. As for when I'll actually acquire those qualities, I don't even dare to dream about it."

"If you ever have any ideas about selling the Pain Witch's traits, be sure to let me know."

Altair wasn't prepared to reply to Mrs. Sharon's words, but instead asked curiously:

"How did you know you were in Tingen? My whereabouts have been kept secret all along."

Upon hearing this, Lady Sharon slowly walked to the dressing table, took out a slender glass vial containing a pale yellow liquid, and handed it to Altair, chuckling, "This is the potion you made, sister, isn't it? I deduced from it that you have returned to your ancestral lands for the winter."

"Although you improved this medicine, making it more effective and with greater side effects, it is not fundamentally different. And coincidentally, I have done research on this before."

"So I gave it a try, and well, it worked! At least I managed to lure you out, little sister."

After hearing Mrs. Sharon's explanation, Altair took a deep breath and said, "Aren't you afraid you'll be wrong?"

Mrs. Sharon turned around, took Altair's arm, and said affectionately, "Don't worry, and even if I'm wrong and you don't come back, I won't lose anything by trying this time."

"But right now I have something that I need my sister's help with."

"As you know, I held this charity auction in the name of Baron Hoy. If my sister hadn't returned, that would have been fine; I could have handled the consequences in Tingen. But the problem is that you've returned, and it's difficult for me, your older sister, to bear the consequences."

"So I think..."

Before Mrs. Sharon could finish speaking, Altair lightly raised his right hand, letting his slender white fingers slowly trace down her face, and said with a hint of mischievousness, "I refuse to help."

"This is the consequence of your own actions, and you must bear the consequences yourself."

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At 9 p.m., Altair and Mrs. Sharon left her room and went to the banquet hall to take their seats.

After the host finished introducing that all the funds raised from the auction would be used for the construction of an orphanage, he emphasized the nobles' "social responsibility" again. After he finished speaking, the auction officially began.

After the words were spoken, servants continued to bring items onto the auction stage, mostly antiques, works of art, and jewelry. No item went unsold.

Because the original owner of the item will guarantee a minimum price for the auctioned item, and if no one is interested, an agent will place the bid.

But all of this had nothing to do with Altair. She would bid on items she liked, but she wouldn't keep trying to buy them; she would give up as soon as someone else bid higher. In the end, she only spent 200 gold pounds to buy a sapphire necklace.

After the auction ended, Altair and old Clayton quietly left without attending the subsequent ball and banquet.

Before the auction began, old Clayton had "persuaded" Baron Hoy, and successfully obtained compensation before leaving.

The underlying rule of any world is violence; whoever has the biggest fist calls the shots, and if they don't, it just means their fist isn't big enough. In this world, that means whoever is an extraordinary individual, whose rank is higher, and whose backing is stronger has a brighter future.