Chapter 508 - The Innocent Scapegoat (1/2)

They came to the Moonlight Stone Tavern again.

Schuck liked to meet people here mostly because their fruit wine tasted great.

The beverage tasted like blueberry-flavored coca cola and Kva.s.s. It was rather nice. Sometimes, you only needed one simple reason to be a place’s regular customer. Schuck was so handsome that most women liked him.

However, different people had different aesthetics, some of which were normal, some of which were abnormal.

Sitting opposite Schuck, Stephanie felt gooseb.u.mps all over her arms as she looked at Schuck’s pretty face.

“I’ve long been told that the new Saint Samurai of the Church of Light is extremely charming. They didn’t lie.” Looking at Schuck’s face, Stephanie said calmly, “Is there something you want to ask me?”

Schuck was slightly surprised at Stephanie’s calmness. He didn’t expect to meet another woman who wasn’t charmed by him.

But of course, Schuck wasn’t one of the cold and condescending CEOs in romance novels who were only interested in girls who ignored them.

He wasn’t any of those idiots.

He preferred girls who were sincere to him, and who were pretty. Why would I suck up to someone who doesn’t like me?

That was Schuck’s simple view on love.

Therefore, he wasn’t surprised at all even though Stephanie wasn’t attracted to his handsomeness.

He had met such women before.

Schuck nodded and said, “I probably wouldn’t have dared to invite you here without Roland, First Princess. I would like to know why you killed your husband two years ago.” Stephanie looked quite upset, but then she put on a helpless smile and said, “Mr. Schuck, are you asking about that because the Church of Light instructed you to?”.

“No, it’s just my personal curiosity.” Schuck swallowed a mouthful of the fruit wine and smiled courteously. “It might be related to the cases I’m working on.”

Stephanie slightly closed her eyes and said, “Rumor has it that I killed him because he had other women outside…”

“That’s not very likely.” Schuck waved his hand. “Based on our investigation, your husband already had a lot of women before you married him. You had investigated him too. Besides, romantic affairs are not uncommon for n.o.bles. You don’t look like someone who would kill your husband for such a trivial thing.”

Stephanie chuckled and sighed. “That’s right. In most people’s eyes, I only care about my interests and wouldn’t do anything that’s not rewarding. The answer to your question is not a great secret, but you need to pay a price for

it.”

“What do I need to pay?” asked Schuck.

“I know you have a red dragon. I would like five excellent scales from her.”

Schuck slightly narrowed his eyes. “Margret hasn’t reached her ecdysis phase yet.” “That’s your problem. I only need five red dragon scales. You can ask your dragon to fetch a few from her clan.” Schuck nodded. “You want to cook a bloodline drug?” “I knew you would understand it.” Stephanie nodded.

Schuck slightly frowned. “I didn’t know that until Margret told me.”

It was about a year ago, when Margret just became Schuck’s mount.

At that time, Schuck earned a dozen gold coins each month, but it was still not enough for him to buy special magic equipment.

Then, Margret told him that he could peel and sell her scales, particularly those on her neck. Each of the scales could be sold for five gold coins. When refined into drugs, such scales could grant whoever drank the drugs part of the dragons’ bloodline abilities.

It was up to the drinkers’ luck as to what abilities they would get and how powerful they would become.

But of course, Schuck cared about her too much to peel her scales.

Thinking for a moment, Schuck asked, “First Princess, are you going to make the drugs for yourself or someone else?”

“That’s a precious drug. I’m certainly making it for myself.”

Schuck glanced at Roland and Andonara who were seated not far away.

He asked again, “What’s your relation to Roland?”

“Not bad. We’re sort of friends.”

Schuck nodded. “Okay then. For Roland’s sake, I’ll send you five dragon scales after I come back.”

Stephanie’s eyes glittered. “Thank you. If you must know, I can tell you that I killed my late husband because he wanted to control me with black magic.”

Schuck nodded. “Then he deserved death.”

In black magic, there was a mental spell called Puppetry. Unlike Humanoid Control, Puppetry would wipe out all the memories and feelings of the controlled and turn them into a walking zombie that would only listen to the spellcaster. Humanoid Control, in comparison, would stun the enemy’s soul with mental power and force them to listen to the spellcaster’s command, but when it was over, the target would wake up, and their memories wouldn’t be influenced.

Puppetry was evidently much more vicious than Humanoid Control.

If it were Schuck, he would’ve killed any man who cast Puppetry on him too. That was a nefarious spell.

Schuck stood up. “Thank you for your information, First Princess. I’m going back. What you asked for will be delivered to your manor in a day or two.”