After hearing the news of his assistant, Edwards was a little excited.
Marise, a mysterious and ancient Gypsy witch. No one knew her name, and everyone called her Marise.
Edwards had also obtained Marise's contact information by chance, but he had never contacted this magical wizard.
There were many legends about Marise, and even the earliest legends were from World War II. The Allied Forces encountered Arden's counterattack. The weather was bad, and the air superiority could not be used. Several generals in the general command center were at their wits' end.
At that time, there was a staff officer who was said to have an affair with the young Marise, and he expressed his distress. With the help of love, Marise used her crystal ball to see the future. It was like something that was later written in a book, with almost no deviation.
Of course, Mr. Edwards thought it was just a rumor. Everyone liked to hear about these mysterious things, including many scientists.
Edwards had no interest in it at first.
However, under the arrangement of fate, he learned that the latter half of his life's work would be abandoned by the capital along with losing the Nobel Prize. Everything was like a bubble that would burst with a poke. It shattered with a bang, leaving no trace.
His heart was broken.
At this time, he chose to believe in Marise. No matter the price, Mr. Edwards was willing to pay.
It was said that every time Marise and the other wizards used a crystal ball to see the future, it was at the cost of their lives.
Nothing could buy life, so Mr. Edwards wasn't sure if the mysterious Marise could help him.
He connected to the video. The background seemed to be in an old castle. The crystal ball in front of him shone with a sparkling luster. Mr. Edwards only took one look and felt that he had fallen.
Behind the crystal ball was a person in a black robe with a hood that covered her head and face. From her appearance, it was impossible to tell her gender.
"You're looking for me?" A gloomy voice came from behind the robe, and Mr. Edwards couldn't help but shiver.
After hearing Marise's words, Edwards felt as if his life force had been sucked away by the crystal ball.
She spoke English that wasn't fluent, and Mr. Edwards could barely understand it.
Trying his best to maintain a smile, Edwards stood up with the help of his walking stick and bowed. "Dear Ms. Marise, please forgive me for disturbing you."
"Time is used to wander, my child." Maryse's voice could be heard. At the same time, the crystal ball emitted a weak but inextinguishable light.
Edwards felt as though his heart had been pierced by the light, and his heart attack seemed to have worsened.
"State your humble request," the black-clothed mysterious man said indifferently.
"I want to know if I can win the Nobel Prize this year," Edwards asked in a trembling voice.
Next, Ma 'am Maris should tell herself what to give so that she can see the near future, Edwards thought.
The time was not long, only a little more than two months. Hopefully, the price would be lower. After his anger subsided, he began to calm down.
Even if he knew the future, what could he do?
Change? Facing Lord Kerry of the Bruch family, what could he change?
If the price was high, he would reject it. Looking at the black robe and the mysterious and strange emphasis, Edwards didn't wish to continue interacting with her.
He was already at the end of his life. Wasn't it better to live a little longer? Edwards was even worried that Ma 'am Maris would use her life to complete some mysterious and strange ritual and use the crystal ball in front of her to see an unchangeable future.
"Child, praise your good luck. Someone has already asked me to take a look at this matter. I know the answer now. "Maris's gloomy voice was heard.
Edwards was taken aback. Someone had seen it first? There were really many people who were concerned about this matter.
"You don't need to pay the price with your life. You're really a lucky child."
Edwards was overjoyed as he immediately asked, "What's the price? Money? How much? "
The crystal ball on the other side of the screen flickered. As the demonic light flickered, Edwards seemed to realize something.
"I'll transfer the money to you immediately." With that said, Edwards waved his hand and called his assistant over.
There was an email in his mailbox. It was a bank account.
Anything that can be resolved with money is trivial, Edwards thought.
"Child, I can tell you the answer first," Ma 'am Maris said. Ma 'am Maris said, "My fire of life has become weak after the last divination. I need time to rest."
"You won't get the Nobel Prize you want this year."
With that said, the signal on the screen was cut off. The flickering light from the crystal ball became the last bit of light and shadow that remained in Edwards's retina.
It was like the sun had burned up its last bit of energy and was annihilated in the vast universe.
Edwards was a little dazed. Could it really not work? He sat down dejectedly and powerlessly. His walking stick smashed on the ground with a bang.
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"Maris, you're lying to those poor little fellows again," Christian said with a smile as he sat elegantly by the side and watched the light in the crystal ball disappear.
"Lord Kerry, we are a nomadic people with no fixed residence. To ensure our livelihood and the survival of our clansmen, we need money. "
Maris placed her hand on the crystal ball as she spoke. Her hand was completely devoid of fat, especially when her hand moved. One could vaguely see the movement of her muscles and the color of her bones.
"Damn it, take your hand off the crystal ball." Although Christian cursed, his expression was still so elegant. He even raised his glass, and the bright red liquid in the glass rippled slightly.
"Lord Kerry, is what you said true?" Maris asked hoarsely.
"Of course. I still remember the way you looked when you danced by the bonfire many years ago before you became a witch." Christian smiled. "And I've told you a secret that's not really a secret. You can have another small income."
"You still remember what I looked like when I was five years old. I've forgotten."
"You know that we of the Bruch family have a very good memory," Christian said. "Can you take off your black cloth? Looking at this black cloth makes me uncomfortable all over. I keep feeling like you'll disappear at any moment. "
"As you wish."
A pair of skeleton-like hands reached out and grabbed the sides of the wide black hood before taking it off.
A skeleton appeared in front of Christian.
It looked like a bone specimen in a medical school, but there was a difference. Between breaths, the muscles could be vaguely seen, but her muscles were so weak that it looked as if they weren't there.
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