Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 244 Slaves, Champagne, and Homomorphic Revenge

"So, you were a man before?"

Although there are no unwritten rules for questions like this in social situations, any Loen gentleman who has a basic understanding of social etiquette should know that such questions themselves are a great offense to the other party.

But Solar Gawain didn't care.

Compared to before, Solar Gawain seemed like a different person. After coming out of the brightly lit banquet hall, he almost threw all the etiquette out of his mind.

However, Adele felt a lot more relaxed. After all, in her past life in the East End, which occupied most of her life, she had been dealing with all kinds of people who lacked etiquette.

"To be exact, it was a month ago."

Adele said directly without any psychological burden. At the same time, she turned around so that she could take a closer look at Gawain's features.

The knight in front of him was about thirty years old, with blue eyes and golden hair. He was wearing a luxurious white dress, and the expensive fabric would make people feel distressed if it had just a wrinkle, but he was sitting on the railing without any scruples.

"It looks like you've met other witches before."

Since the two of them had already talked it out, there was no need for Adele to try to please others, so she just went straight to the point and spoke in a statement tone.

"Yes, you really left a deep impression on me." Solar laughed sarcastically, "In the beginning, every time I saw a beautiful woman, I would carefully check whether she was a witch or not. My maids thought I was crazy."

"It's a really unfortunate experience, but to be honest I don't have much sympathy for you."

Adele brushed it off lightly and continued to ask, "So, what was the situation like at that time?"

"Do you guys like to dig into things so much?"

Solar scratched his hair irritably. "I've already talked to Miss Hall about this, and she also promised that as long as I cooperate with you, she won't hold me accountable for similar issues..."

"But I still want you to tell me in person."

Adele grabbed Solar's wrist and insisted on her point.

"You are more annoying than all the nagging women I have ever met combined." Solar said angrily.

"It may be difficult to understand given your level of social etiquette, but we generally call this behavior reciprocity."

Adele responded with sharp words, and the two of them exchanged sharp words.

"Also, even though you have tried your best to act like the arrogant priests in the caricatures of the Church of the Storm against the Church of the Eternal Sun, this does not deter me from understanding these things."

Adele gently pushed the hair that fell to her ears back and said, "After all, I have a lot of experience dealing with people who are more annoying than you. But I can't back down from this level of rudeness."

The two people's eyes collided in the air, almost creating sparks.

After a moment, Solar finally gave in.

"Although I don't know what kind of life you usually live, I still want to express some sympathy to you."

Solar sighed, "Let me first tell you, this story is not as interesting as you think."

"My family once supported George III and cooperated with the 'Desperate Nightingale'. After George III's accidental death, we were openly and covertly excluded from Backlund's aristocratic circle, and finally we could only survive in Conston's family reserve."

"Ever since the slave trader Capin was murdered by the thief 'Black Emperor' and the 'Mad Captain' Connors Victor also died, my father began to move away from the center of political conflicts. Thanks to his wise and self-protective actions, the family was saved."

"In other words, your family was once involved in human trafficking in the colonies?"

Adele said without emotion.

"Hey, of course." As if he had noticed Adele's change in attitude, Solar said without any guilt: "In various senses, my family has personally experienced similar things."

Before Adele realized the meaning behind these words, Solar pointed to his own face, signaling Adele to look at him.

"You don't look like a Loenese, do you?" Solar smiled sarcastically. "My ancestor arrived at the Southern Continent because of a shipwreck, and was sold as a slave to Loen by the people there to serve as cannon fodder. Later, he made meritorious contributions in the Twenty Years' War and was awarded the title of nobility."

"After the Kingdom of Loen occupied most of Balam, my family has been engaged in a similar slave business, specializing in the buying and selling of natives from the southern continent. It was not until my generation that it stopped."

Sir Solar pointed at Adele, who inexplicably felt that he was as dazzling as the sun.

"You can certainly blame us with conventional moral concepts, but if those ancestors were allowed to choose again, I'm afraid they would make the same choice. This is divine revenge."

Seeing Adele remain silent, Sir Solar's emotions gradually calmed down.

"Father only found out about Backlund's affairs and the connection with those slaves later. It was from then on that he decided to withdraw."

Sir Solar put out his cigarette in the flowerpot and straightened his wrinkled dress.

"I've heard about the cooperation from Miss Hall. You can contact me directly for any matters related to Conston. The Gawain family plans to purchase 10% of the shares of Queen Island Company. This figure has been confirmed by Miss Hall's actuary, so you can rest assured."

As he spoke, he produced a contract and a pen from somewhere and handed them to Adele. At the end of the contract was a mysterious golden symbol.

"Is this your ability?" Adele signed and returned the contract to Solar.

"Notarization can make certain contracts have mystical effects. However, you signed it more readily than I thought."

Solar explained briefly, then asked curiously.

"This is the benefit of dealing with someone you are destined not to like and don't need to like." Adele raised her head slightly and tidied her hair that was a little messy in the evening breeze. "I will go out to sea again tomorrow. If there is anything in the future, I will probably let others inform you."

"For us, this is one of the few pieces of news today that can make both of us happy."

Solar smiled and raised his glass of champagne to Adele. "Cheers to never seeing each other again."

“A refreshing toast.”

Adele didn't hesitate to be polite with him. She raised her glass and clinked it with Solar's. "I hope the next glass of champagne I drink with you will be at your funeral."

"Each each other."

The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

A moment later, they put on their masks again and returned to the elegant clothes and elegant figures of the upper class.

(End of this chapter)