The villain daughter did all kinds of things

Finding the optimal level of modification that would ensure the modified magic-repelling cubs wouldn't die on the spot but would also develop sufficient magical adaptability has been the main research focus of Old Langdon over the past two years.

This kind of research has little to do with skill; it can only be done through a lot of trial and error, which naturally consumes a lot of experimental materials.

So when she heard that a big buyer had been acquiring Magic Repeller cubs for the past few years, Emerald immediately thought of old Landon and came with Marcy and Viliana.

The old Langdon Hospital now has many investors, but Merson still holds the largest stake among all investors and was also one of the original investors in Langdon Hospital.

Even the fact that Emerald knew old Langdon personally was not a secret within the Melson family... After all, Emerald had always been very interested in old Langdon's research, and had often come here to spout nonsense to provide old Langdon with research inspiration.

Therefore, if old Langdon's crimes were exposed, the Melson family and Emery would likely be implicated, which is why Emery came to remind and warn him.

But what use are admonitions and reminders to an idealist, especially an extreme idealist who still holds onto his original aspirations after experiencing many hardships?

"You want me to tone it down a bit? I can't even begin to tone it down, Miss!"

Old Langdon's face showed complete indifference, and he gradually became more and more enthusiastic:

"This research has now reached its most critical stage. Once successful, human society will no longer need to worry about those who are averse to magic!"

“Newborn magic-repelling cubs only need to undergo one modification surgery to gain the magic adaptability necessary to live a normal life in the city!”

"Considering that ordinary families generally cannot afford expensive medical expenses, I am constantly improving the reduction of surgery fees! Now, after deducting the labor costs of surgical medical staff, I have controlled the cost of surgical materials to 5 rems per procedure! Although it is still quite expensive, it is something that ordinary families can afford if they grit their teeth!"

"All of humanity will evolve once again because of my new technology! Becoming the second intelligent race in the world, after the elves, to achieve a 100% magic adaptability rate!"

"Such a grand undertaking only requires sacrificing a mere tens or hundreds of thousands of materials! Use your capitalist mind to think about it, young lady! How worthwhile is this?"

“Even if I were to be arrested by the FBI, I could still speak out loudly without hesitation in front of a judge and jury.”

"I, Langdon, have a clear conscience! I am a pioneer in the evolution of the human race! I am not a murderer!"

In the end, old Langdon was almost entirely roaring and shouting, his spittle nearly splashing onto Amelie from several meters away. It was only thanks to the quick-thinking Viliana that a burst of air was released to keep the saliva out of his sight.

Emery remained expressionless.

“Well said… but old Langdon, do you think what I really care about is whether you have a clear conscience and whether you are a murderer?”

"Uh...isn't it?"

Old Langdon paused for a moment, then recalled Amelie's earlier words before realizing:

"Oh, I see. You're just worried that my reputation will be implicated in yours and Melson's!"

"You don't need to worry about that at all."

Having figured all this out, old Langdon felt much more relaxed and waved his hand dismissively:

"If my affairs are ever exposed, I will take full responsibility and will absolutely not implicate you investors in the slightest. You can continue to play the role of a beautiful and kind-hearted young lady."

"I had already pre-programmed relevant instructions for 03. When the time comes, it will destroy all the evidence here, leaving only pure technical data, waiting for my like-minded successors to continue to improve it."

“If you’re still not comfortable with this, Miss, you can sign a contract with me, whether it’s a causal contract or a soul contract… Isn’t your new white-haired elf a pretty powerful magician? Let her preside over the contract; I can cooperate unconditionally.”

"...A contract? That'll do."

Emery hesitated for a few seconds, then turned to look at Viliana:

"Well, Anna? You've dabbled in contract magic too, haven't you?"

"Of course, Master, I know 1323 kinds of magic. I can use both soul contracts and causal contracts. You can rest assured to entrust them to me."

Viliana puffed out her chest with considerable confidence.

“Alright, then it’s up to you… You’ll preside over the contract ceremony, and the content is that old Langdon is not allowed to reveal his relationship with me to anyone else in any way.”

Emery nodded slightly, then looked at old man Langdon:

"Is everything alright, old Langdon?"

"Of course, as long as you don't interfere with my research afterwards."

Old man Langdon still looked completely unconcerned.

Viliana quickly prepared a contract ceremony, which she personally presided over, allowing Amelie and old man Langdon to sign the contract.

This is a binding causal contract with almost no chance of breaking it. The contract requires old man Langdon to bear all his sins himself, not to involve any investors, and not to reveal his relationship with Amelie to anyone.

If old man Langdon breaks the contract in the future, the power of the contract will erase his soul at the time of signing, thus changing his future of breaking the contract.

It is precisely because of this effect of involving time that this kind of contract is called a causal contract, and it is also the most difficult and inviolable contract to sign.

Many historical events that remain a mystery to later generations are likely the result of causal contracts.

For example, Emerald has always suspected that the ceasefire between humans and elves was related to some kind of causal contract. The specific details of that event are now a mystery, inaccessible even to a wealthy heiress like Emerald, let alone the royal guards like Viliana.

In short, the effect of the causal contract can be guaranteed. After signing this contract, Emery doesn't need to worry about being implicated if Langdon's side goes wrong. Of course, she also can no longer use any means to stop Langdon's research.

"Is there anything else? If not, you can leave."

After signing the contract, old man Langdon wanted to ask them to leave:

"I was in a hurry to continue the experiment. I had just started to get a feeling when I was interrupted by your knocking on the door, Miss."

"No rush, I have two other things to discuss with you this time."

Emery, however, remained firmly seated and showed no intention of getting up.

She snapped her fingers, and Viliana, who was beside her, immediately understood and activated projection magic, projecting the influence of the Purple Star Investigator, Miss Mengmeng Bell:

"This is the investigator who is currently doing her best to investigate the human child trafficking case. She is very capable, and it's only a matter of time before she tracks her down to you."

"Such a young Purple Star Investigator? If she didn't get this position through her figure and looks by being sexually harassed by her superior, then she must be very capable."

Old man Langdon looked at Miss Mengmeng carefully for a few moments, then nodded seriously:

"I'll remember her, thank you for the reminder, Miss... I'll find a way to get rid of her so she won't interfere with my research."

"No, no, no, I'm reminding you not to kill her, but quite the opposite."

Emery quickly shook her finger:

"She's someone I've set my sights on, destined to become one of my cash cows in the future. So if you catch her when she sneaks in here to investigate, you can't hurt her... An old man like you who's been single for decades, if you catch such a beautiful female investigator, you'll definitely lose your mind and turn into a beast, right?"

"Who do you think you are, looking down on me?"

Old Man Langdon instantly flew into a rage, even swearing:

"Do you think I'm some kind of idiot who only thinks with his penis? I've given up almost everything for my ideals, how could I still have such base desires and needs? Even the most beautiful woman is just material on my testing table, how could I possibly do such a thing?"

"It's good that you can't do it... Look at you, old Langdon, you're getting impatient again, aren't you? How can you do good research if you're always in such a hurry? Sometimes research requires patience to succeed naturally."

Emery remained calm, even lecturing old Langdon a couple of times before asking:

"So, you've agreed to this?"

"...Since she's the one you've taken a liking to, if one day she really comes here to infiltrate and investigate, I'll spare her life."

After a few seconds of rapid breathing and silence, old Langdon nodded, but after thinking for a moment, he also put forward his conditions:

"But Miss, you need to tell me more detailed information about her, such as what kind of investigative methods she is good at and what kind of magical talents she has. After all, a Purple Star Investigator is quite troublesome, and I don't want to mess things up because I'm going easy on her."

"No problem... In fact, her innate magic is quite interesting."

Amelie didn't refuse. Based on her previous experience investigating cases with Miss Mengmeng, she basically sold all of Miss Mengmeng's information.

"Now you should finally leave, right?"

After the two sides reached an agreement, old man Langdon gave a second order to leave.

"Don't worry."

Emerald still showed no intention of getting up, but instead patted Viliana's leg again.

So Viliana cast her spell again, this time a projection spell, but this time the projected image was a video—the very video extracted from the souls of the merchants of the Mark Merchant Guild, showing the black-robed monster trading with them for a magic-repelling cub and killing Jacques Shaw.

"This should be yours, right? At least as far as I know, you're the only one in the entire Federation who can make something like this."

Emery pointed to the strange man in black:

"The FBI has its eye on it now, you'd better figure out how to deal with it."

"...Yes, I did make it."

Old man Langdon stared at the projection for a while, then nodded, then shook his head:

"But it doesn't belong to me right now... It must have been about half a year ago when a group of people came to me with a batch of experimental materials. I didn't have enough cash at the time, and I didn't want to give up those materials, so I let them pick some of my products to pay off the debt. In the end, they took away a few magical dolls."

Magical dolls were also a byproduct of Langdon's research. The core technology was to combine bionic organs with magical devices to create autonomous weapons that looked very much like humans. Many of the materials that died due to failed modifications were eventually made into these things.

"Also, although I developed the technology for magical dolls, I'm not the only one capable of manufacturing them right now."

As he spoke, old man Langdon looked meaningfully at Emerald:

"Don't forget who my biggest investor and the Federation's largest magic device manufacturer are. How could they not be interested in this kind of magic device technology that can be used in the military field? I have already handed over all the relevant technical information to them."

"……I see."

This time, it was Emerald's turn to remain silent for a moment before letting out a soft sigh:

"In short, you know why I came here, and I know you won't postpone your research just because of what I said... So I won't bother you any longer."

You should have left long ago!

Old man Langdon waved him away, his face full of disdain:

"Anyway, you've been here quite a few times and you're pretty familiar with 03, so I won't see you off."

. . . . .

Meanwhile, at FBI headquarters.

"Good news, sir!"

A young female office worker knocked on Ms. Mengmeng's office door, her face beaming with joy:

"The four children you brought back last time have already been adopted, and the adoptive parents are absolutely reliable! You can rest assured."

"...Oh? Who is it?"

Miss Mengmeng put down the file she was reading, looked up and asked.

"That's the great philanthropist from the Federation."

The female office worker's eyes sparkled, and her tone was full of admiration:

"It's Dr. Langdon, the director of Langdon Hospital, the one who has cheaply treated countless magic rejecters and adopted many children. In the entire Federation, you won't find another important figure as compassionate towards magic rejecters as he is. You can be absolutely 4% at ease entrusting the four children you rescued to him!"

Chapter 107 Black Stockings Soaked in Water, A Delicious Treat

After returning to Locke City from Landon Hospital, Emerald stopped paying attention to the events surrounding the Magic Repeller cubs and continued preparing for her first feature film.

Several days passed quickly, and that afternoon...

"Emerity, Emerality!"

Accompanied by a slightly goofy, sweet voice, the beautiful blonde twin-tailed mage pushed open the window of Emerald's office and flew in from outside.

Upon entering, Julia discovered that Amelie wasn't in the room. Only Marcy was sitting on the sofa opposite the desk, drinking tea... The tea seemed to be some kind of rare collectible. Marcy looked very content, even somewhat dazed, and didn't even notice Julia's arrival.

"Hey? Marcy, what are you secretly drinking all by yourself? Judging from how engrossed you are, it must be something incredibly expensive, right? Did she reward you after you served her very well last night? Let me try some too."

As Yulia spoke, she sat down without any hesitation, grabbed the teapot and teacup from the coffee table, and poured herself some tea.

"Don't drink it! That's not for you!"

Marcy snapped out of her reverie and immediately looked terrified, trying to stop Julia, but it was too late.

Yulia, with the speed of a mage, had already poured the tea and brought it to her lips, giving Marcy a provocative look, the gist of which was—you don't want me to drink it, but I'm going to drink it anyway.

"..."

Marcy could only cover her ears.

"Ugh! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Sure enough, the next second Yulia screamed and vomited up all the water she had drunk, spitting out saliva as she looked extremely pained.

After spitting for a while, Yulia blushed and stared wide-eyed, saying incredulously:

"Marcy, what the hell are you drinking? It stinks so badly! I even saw Grandma Dora, who passed away years ago!"

Without waiting for Marcy's reply, Yulia opened the teapot lid and looked at the black mass in the water:

"This...this thing could be..."

"Bring it to you!"

Marcy quickly snatched the teapot away and held it tightly in her arms like a precious treasure.