Mystery: But the Witch's Path

Chapter 56 Tragic Love

After the last two entered Earl Hall's private study, everyone signed the contract without any resistance. After all, it had been agreed upon beforehand, and protesting now would only upset everyone.

The contract clearly stipulates that no shareholder of Rheinmetall may sell their shares without authorization. If they wish to sell, they must notify the shareholder in advance, and other shareholders have an absolute right of first refusal.

阿尔泰尔·谢菲尔德以技术和一间钢铁工厂投资入股，持股31%。雷夫·史特劳斯以三家工厂和百亩工业用地，持股15%。卡雷尔·杜阿尔特以三家工厂入股，持有10%股份。欧文·多诺万...........持股10%。海瑟·格兰特代表血族以.....持股10%。霍尔.........持股7%。.....持股10%。....持股5%。哈恩·克莱顿....持股2%。

Since Hahn didn't come today, Altair will take this document back to him, and once he signs it, it can be filed with the authorities directly.

Earl Hall immediately summoned the servants at the door to bring in the appropriate amount of champagne. After sharing a glass and exchanging a few words, they left one after another.

After all, a banquet was still going on outside, and the host, Earl Hall, couldn't stay in his private study forever. Without him, no one else could linger, so they simply left.

After leaving the study, Altair did not choose to return to the hall with Uncle Rafe, but waited for Owen and his wife for a while.

Altair still wanted to help Lady Anna, so when the two came out, he went up to them, told them about Lady Anna's situation, and expressed his desire to help.

Heather, who was holding Owen's arm, directly refused and said with a smile, "You, why are you still acting like a child? What is her relationship with you? At most, she only taught you manners for a month. You expect us to help her with such a small relationship? Sometimes I really think you're adorably naive."

"I've heard about her situation before. In fact, the 'pharmacist' she found was someone I sent. Otherwise, an ordinary person wouldn't survive this long with that kind of disease."

Looking at Heather's grinning face, Altair asked curiously, "Is his illness really only curable with a potion made by a Sequence Five 'Crimson Scholar'?"

"Indeed, I wasn't lying to her," Heather said frankly. "His illness is no ordinary one; it's a mystical disease created by a Sequence Four witch. Although it's a weakened version that has been passed down for several generations, it's still not something an ordinary person can resist."

"He's still alive because I want to see tragic love stories. Just think about it, the male lead falls ill, and the female lead spends all her savings to treat him, ending up penniless, and perseveres for ten years until the male lead finally wakes up... It's really interesting to think about."

As she spoke, Heather clapped her hands for the excellent script she had arranged, and Owen patted her hair affectionately.

Heather threatened Altair, "You can't mess things up for me, or I won't have any more comic books to read."

"But I haven't figured out what to do after he wakes up. Owen, you should help me think of a script too. This kind of thing is the most interesting." Heather shook Owen's arm and acted coquettishly.

"Alright, alright, I'll think about it when we get back." After comforting Heather, Owen said directly to Altair:

"Although Heather is usually playful and doesn't speak very seriously, this matter is indeed true. The price of curing a disease left behind by a Sequence Four Witch of Despair is indeed very high."

"Even if you insist on helping and find a pharmacist who can treat him, his family can't afford the treatment right now, and you'll have to pay for it in the end. In that case, it's impossible to predict how much you'll have to give or what you'll gain."

Heather made a face at Altair and said, "If you want our help, you'll have to find me a more interesting story."

After instructing Altair, the two left immediately. Their message was simple: they completely rejected his impulsive decision. Without kinship, friendship, or mutual benefit, they were not worthy of his help.

......

As Altair was about to enter the hall, he saw Uncle Rafe still waiting at the door. Once Altair was close, he asked directly, "What happened? Did you get a lecture from Mr. and Mrs. Owen?"

"Uncle, how did you know?" Altair asked, puzzled. "Did Owen and the others say anything to you when they passed by?"

Rafe shook his head immediately: "No, it was a very simple prediction. I already knew the outcome when you decided to stay."

"If you really want to help her, you should think about what value she can bring you that makes it worthwhile for you to invest money in her. Instead of just saying you want to help."

"Alright, I have to go home now. Remember to come over for dinner the day after tomorrow. Your cousin Charles Strauss will be temporarily returning to the Northern Continent for the next couple of days."

Altair nodded and asked, "After Uncle Charles returned to the Northern Continent this time, has he stayed here?"

"It's not clear yet," Hahn sighed helplessly. "We'll see when the time comes. I want him to stay, but given his personality, it might be difficult."

"I'm leaving now, you should go home early too."

After watching Uncle Rafe walk to the door and leave in his carriage, Altair returned to the banquet hall, found Lady Anna, explained his intention to leave, and the two then bid farewell to Earl Hall before departing by carriage.

Lady Anna, watching Altair deep in thought, asked from inside the carriage, "What's wrong? Have you encountered something difficult to decide?"

Altair nodded heavily and said, "I have a friend who foresaw something she couldn't handle herself, but I could help her through someone else. But the elders all asked me why I would help her, because we are not related and have no vested interests."

"My Uncle Rafe's advice to me was to think about what value she could bring before deciding whether to help her or not."

"And right now I really can't think of any value in her that would make me want to help her."

Mrs. Anna asked curiously, "That depends on what kind of help your friend needs. If it's political, we need to see his abilities; if it's financial, we need to see his ability to repay; if..."

"It's a bottle of 'Crimson Scholar' potion." While Lady Anna was still speaking, Altair interrupted, saying, "But the price to obtain this potion is not low, and I'm having a hard time deciding."

Mrs. Anna's gaze toward Altair grew increasingly intense, but after a few seconds, she lowered her head, thought for a moment, and said, "I think your friend must have very professional teaching abilities and a certain amount of wealth, and can provide you with some assistance within his capacity."

Altair, riding in the carriage, offered no answers. Lady Anna could only watch him leave the manor, hoping her friend had some investment potential.

As Altair entered the hall, he found Hahn still waiting at the door. He slowly approached and handed him the documents, saying, "After you sign them today, remember to send them to the judicial authorities tomorrow. Hasn't Freya returned yet?"

Hahn respectfully accepted the documents and smiled, "Not yet. She said she has some family matters to attend to, but didn't say how many days off she'd need. I think it should be soon."

"Oh, I'm going to rest." Altair said casually and turned to go upstairs.