Miss Sylvia also noticed Shard's intent, and the witch flashed a slight smile. Although Miss Galina had earlier contact with Shard, clearly the witch of the Council's thirteenth seat instantly grasped Shard's thoughts:
"You can consider it first and deliver your decision before the visiting group leaves."
Although it would be possible to contact her after the visiting group departs, laying it aside for now but providing a specific deadline would ensure Shard pays closer attention.
"This..."
Shard wasn't trying to refuse but felt that if they cooperated like this, he would be taking advantage of the witch. Miss Sylvia was relatively not very wealthy, but the money she took out this ti for investnt, converted into Gold Pounds, was six figures. Shard's little savings were just a fraction, and as for the "valuable advice" the witch ntioned, Shard didn't find it worthy at all.
"I will think about it carefully."
Shard cautiously nodded, recalling the casual chat with Miss Pawo not long ago, and then asked:
"Miss Sylvia, do you know about synthetic fibers?"
The witch looked at him curiously, and Shard then explained the difference between "artificial fibers" and "biological fibers."
Of course, when he talked about this with Miss Pawo last Friday, it was primarily to prevent her from discussing deeper topics, but this ti it was to provoke ideas, so he did not ntion topics like "transparency and elasticity" of clothes.
"It sounds interesting; if it is non-toxic, the synthetic fiber you ntioned indeed has potential for use. The problem is, although circle sorcerers sowhat understand chemistry, exactly how should it be made? At least I have never heard of anyone successfully synthesizing fine filants that can be used for weaving clothes."
Miss Sylvia said.
"Possibly a reaction between coal tar, water, and air... oh, sorry, I only presented a thought."
Shard shook his head, not being a professional himself, and although he had heard of "nylon," he could not reproduce it:
"I'll think about the investnt matter again; thank you for your invitation."
Miss Sylvia nodded, coincidentally at this mont, the maid opened the door and entered, informing Shard that Princess Margaret's tea party had concluded, and the princess was at the manor entrance seeing off the departing ladies, so Shard stood up to bid farewell to Miss Sylvia.
"Coal tar, water, and air?"
The witch holding a teacup traced her fingers in the air:
"Viscous filant... if the molten state relies on tension... a needle-tip injector could solve the problem... if it truly succeeds, this could be hailed as a revolutionary invention."
She sat upright, thinking maybe she could give it a try.
On the other side, Shard had already t Princess Margaret. The servants certainly wouldn't tell the princess that Shard had been with Miss Sylvia the entire ti; the princess thought Shard had been waiting in the lounge for over an hour, hence her imnse apology.
Of course, she did not forget to express gratitude for last night's matter. Yesterday, Lecia was inford by Dorothy that Shard was not in danger, even going so far as to personally inspect for a whole evening, but Princess Margaret did not know whether Shard left any aftereffects due to the stone statue.
"Of course I'm alright."
Shard said with a smile, and the princess with long, pale-golden hair pursed her lips, having endless questions about the handso knight in front of her but was too shy to ask.
Despite only being Four Rings, the circle sorcerer before her seed to possess the power akin to her teacher's. She still rembered the terrifying relic Shard embraced from behind last night, the brilliant silver shockwave under the moon dispersing the giant black dragon in the air. Of course, she most vividly rembered, after it was all over, the sky filled with red butterflies fluttering in the snowy night as the bard played and sang.
When the church conducted a large-scale investigation afterward, they certainly wouldn't reveal the term "God Summoner," but this didn't hinder the princess's awareness of the formidable evil spirits from the Third Era.
Now seeing Shard again, she indeed had many questions she wanted to ask, but the words on her lips sohow turned into another awkward question:
"What is your relationship with Princess Lecia Cavendish?"
Shard pursed his lips:
"She is my... I am her lover."
If he didn't even admit this kind of relationship, Shard himself would think he was shaless. Besides, he was sure Princess Margaret wouldn't spread this matter recklessly.
"I see..."
The princess nodded, also feeling a bit awkward herself, thus changing the subject:
"Sir Hamilton first... Shard, did you co to find
for sothing?"
Shard noted her change in address but did not say much:
"I want to know Sir Lakin Prisia's schedule for the coming days. No, I don't want to know where he's going, I want to know what public events he'll be attending."
Princess Margaret hesitated, elegantly folded her hands on her dress:
"No problem, I'll have soone organize Sir's schedule for the coming week and send it to you later. If he attends any banquets, I'll provide an anonymous invitation for you."
Shard smiled:
"That's even better. Oh, Your Highness, I assure you I harbor no malice towards the Sir."
He just wanted the doctor to take a look at the desires deep in the Sir's heart.
Shard then asked:
"So, Your Highness, is there anything you need my help with?"
Shard was rely being polite, not expecting the Princess to hesitate again and then nod:
"Indeed, there is sothing that is inconvenient for others to help investigate. If possible, could you help
find soone? Find one more person."
"Another search?"
Shard muttered to himself but still nodded:
"No problem."
Since he definitely couldn't find the "female sorcerer living in Saint Delan Square
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