Chapter 115 - 35. A single black hair

Chapter 115: 35. A single black hairAfter hearing the girl’s definite reply, Fisher returned to the bedside. He glanced over the "girl" before him, from top to bottom, pausing on the soft part at her chest for several seconds, making Carlo’s face turn slightly red as he shouted at Fisher,

"What are you looking at? My whole body is completely transformed into a female already! Do you want to taste what an Artificial Witch is like? Or are you really just a homosexual from Schwali?"

Fisher ignored his argumentative tone, sat on a chair beside the bed, and addressed Carlo,

"We can continue the deal, but I must verify your sincerity first. Tell me the clue about the Undead Witch, otherwise, there’s no deal."

Carlo pursed his lips, sighed, and agreed. It seemed he was remembering something as he spoke,

"We from the Witch Research Association have been following the steps of the Mother Goddess for a long time. I, too, believed like those madmen that the great Magic Power of the witches was the only way to approach the Mother Goddess. So in a moment of impulsiveness, I agreed to partake in human experimentation when they requested it."

"Those incomplete Artificial Witches, like Bart’s type, were made by implanting my flesh into them..."

Upon hearing this, Fisher frowned and asked,

"Are you saying that just by transplanting your flesh into them, you can create an Artificial Witch?"

"No, not at all." Carlo shook his head and explained, "It’s not just a simple transplant; it’s a very complex technique. I don’t know how they do it. The parts grafted onto their bodies are not just the flesh; the Magic Circuit of that portion is also grafted on, and it can integrate without Rejection, becoming a new part of your body."

"I’m not sure how the Witch Research Association obtained this technology, but I can assure you, it came from outside the association." Carlo gritted his teeth, simultaneously resetting his dislocated hand slowly back into place while a sharp pain furrowed his brow,

"After implanting the witch parts through that technique, it really does create new witches. They obtained their unique traits. That’s why they locked me up and constantly removed flesh from me, cultivating one Artificial Witch after another..."

As he talked about this, a deep hatred flashed in Carlo’s eyes,

"I became a witch, the most perfect witch according to them, yet I never felt the summon of the Mother Goddess at all! All I felt was the pain from having my flesh removed! So I escaped from there, fleeing to Nali."

"I’m not here to listen to your tragic story; I need real clues about the Undead Witch."

Fisher bluntly reminded him, causing Carlo to glare at him resentfully before continuing,

"As I mentioned before, I too was created using that technology, but the reason I was more successful and different from the others is because the part implanted in me came from a real witch. That witch was terrifying, unlike the others who created new traits. I inherited a part of that witch’s traits, so I can be sure, the owner of the part implanted in me is certainly the real Undead Witch you are looking for."

"Where is the part that was implanted in you?"

Facing Fisher’s probing gaze, Carlo gently lifted some of his brown hair from his forehead, revealing within the brown hair, a long black strand implanted into his scalp. Strangely enough, although it was just a strand of hair, Fisher instinctively felt that it did not belong to Carlo, as if it were out of place.

"Do you see that? The black hair... Just a single strand of hair was implanted, and it burrowed into my body like a monster, altering everything about me. My gender, Magic Circuit, even parts of my thoughts, all were invaded by this simple strand of hair. At first, I could often feel its presence, which was terrifying..."

"Feel? What can one feel from a strand of hair?"

"No! It’s the feelings of the hair’s owner, I could sense she had discovered me, I could even feel her icy gaze! During that period, I could hardly sleep at night; I felt so cold, as if I were alone in the entire world. That’s why I’m sure, the owner of this hair is still alive, and she must be the Undead Witch you’re looking for."

Fisher stared at the hair in silence for a while before saying,

"Do you still feel that sensation now?"

Fisher wanted to trace the link between Carlo and that witch, to catch onto her trail, as he felt that using conventional magical methods to ascertain that strand of hair’s origin would definitely lead to the same result as with the Veil of the Face Changer.

Though unsure whether it would be successful, it certainly warranted a try.

Carlo nodded and continued,

"Sometimes still, but it’s becoming more and more vague. I can no longer feel her coldness; maybe her mood has been good these past years so she hasn’t bothered to torment me as much, which is why I don’t feel it as clearly."

"This hair was discovered while we were searching for ancient relics. I was there at the scene. If you help me escape from the Pink Hall and the Witch Research Association, I’ll tell you the location of that relic. Or if you have other methods of tracking, magic or something, I can cooperate with you. What do you say?"

Carlo placed the hair down and said this while looking at the thoughtful Fisher.

Fisher nodded and responded,

"Alright, I’ll help you get away. You continue to stay in the Pink Hall and act as if nothing happened. Our deal is secret, and if the Pink Hall discovers it, you’re on your own. I’ll tell you the specific plan later."

"How do I contact you?"

Fisher glanced at her, then picked up a piece of writing paper next to the bed, and wrote down an address for her,

"Tomorrow afternoon, go to this place. I will send a Magic Messenger. Tomorrow, go pick up the item to summon it there. When I send you a message, that item will light up, and you can also use it to summon the messenger to communicate with me."

Carlo took the piece of paper that served as an address, then nodded, but looked suspiciously at Fisher before him, thinking that Fisher was too cunning, who knew what tricks he might play.

Fisher pondered the information he got today, and without even looking at Carlo, seemed to know his considerations. He slowly stood up and gave him a reassurance,

"Relax, that Witch is far more important to me than you, there’s no need for me to play games with you using clues. After you go back, be careful, the Pink Hall is no simple matter. If you slip up and get caught, I won’t be able to save you."

"Hmph, don’t worry, I’m not a fool."

"Hopefully."

Fisher was truly ready to leave now. He placed his gentleman’s hat on his head and exited the hotel room, paid the room fee, and stepped into the bustling streets of Saint Nali.

Not far from here, he could see a place radiating pink light, staining the night sky as if it dirtied it, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

Fisher glanced in that direction, planning to walk farther before taking a carriage or a tram.

But at this moment, recalling a bit of information from before, Fisher thought of that simple black hair, and an old suspicion surfaced in his mind.

Could it be possible that Renie was the Undead Witch he had been searching for all along? Were all her words lies designed to deceive him?

Was it possible that the very Undead Witch Fisher had been searching for was right beside him, her traits, her magic level, everything about her was fake, and she enjoyed watching him blindly search the world for the so-called Undead Witch, only to not realize she was right beside him?

Recalling Renie’s terrible personality, Fisher suddenly felt it was very likely.

Another question arose: why did the Pink Hall assign Carlo the seemingly impossible task of assassinating the Schwali Diplomatic Mission?

Did they not understand the intelligence of this Artificial Witch?

While Fisher mulled over this, he suddenly reached into his wallet and pulled out a small black-and-white photograph. The photo was simple, featuring a lark perched on the windowsill of Fisher’s rented room.

But in reality, this item was a communication device left by Renie, which he could use to contact her when she was not around.

Fisher held the photo with one hand and stretched the other into the photo. Instantly, the photo lit up with a deep purple brilliance. There Fisher suddenly grasped something tangible. He pulled it out, and a purple lark appeared in his palm.

"Fisher! Fisher! Is there anything Hart can help with?"

Hart’s voice sounded, and Fisher stroked Hart’s head, telling it,

"Go and call Renie back, I have some questions for her."

"Okay! Okay!"

The lark cocked its head, its body lighting up with circles of purple brilliance, and its small figure gradually vanished, shooting straight towards the clouds.