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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 2415

Chapter 2415: Extracting Information

Hearing Jayad’s doubts, Ed shook his head repeatedly with a smile, “Ah? No, of course, that’s not what I meant. Why would you think that? This clause simply means that once you’ve paid, everything in the manor belongs to you, and I’ll have nothing more to do with it.”

After all, he was someone who had deceived people a few times. Although he wasn’t good at hiding his emotions, he knew how to speak and possessed basic negotiation skills. He immediately made the clause sound entirely in Jayad’s favor.

“Oh? So it only refers to items? Does that mean if something bad happens in the manor, it’s still somewhat related to you?” Jayad retorted.

“Heh, the manor transfer is complete. After I sell it to you, if anything happens, it’s entirely an accident. What does it have to do with me?” Ed deflected the question, circling back to what Older Brother Jayad had asked from the start.

He had intentionally added this clause to the contract. I estimate that there were similar disclaimer clauses in the previous rental contract, absolving him of responsibility.

This is likely why the family of the previously missing tenant couldn’t win the lawsuit against him, probably because he had completely cleared himself of responsibility in the contract beforehand.

“Going by your words, it seems you believe something will inevitably happen in the manor? And that it would be some kind of accident?” Older Brother Jayad seized the loophole in his words and stated incisively.

“Ah?! No, that’s not what I meant. My manor has no problems. Even if something happens, it’s just a very low probability accident. After all, the manor has some history, it’s normal to have some poisonous snakes or insects. As long as you’re careful, there will definitely be no issues.”

Ed was sweating profusely. Jayad’s questions were too sharp, catching him completely off guard. It seemed his initial questioning was a trap, forcing him to make mistakes and reveal loopholes.

He could only try to downplay the situation now, mentioning minor issues like disrepair or the presence of poisonous snakes and insects, while avoiding the manor’s real problems.

“Let’s be direct. You should know that since I intend to buy your manor, I have naturally done my due diligence. I’ve heard some unfavorable rumors about your manor…” Jayad asked directly.

“That’s all hearsay, untrue rumors. It’s just that a few previous tenants went missing, right? That could simply be because they left to do business, or went on an adventure with a mercenary group. It has absolutely nothing to do with the mansion.” Ed directly shifted the blame.

“But I’ve also heard that among your previous tenants, someone was so terrified they lost their sanity, even losing their memory of being in the manor. Is that true?” Jayad asked again.

“That was an isolated case. And who knows if he was truly mad? Perhaps he was just faking it to extort money from me?” As Ed argued, his expression suddenly changed. He seemed to have thought of something and looked at Jayad, “Are you actually not intending to buy the manor at all? Are you just using the pretense of buying a house to trick me into talking?”

It seems he wasn’t foolish either and hadn’t overlooked this possibility. Previously, he had been tight-lipped about the manor’s issues, never revealing anything to outsiders. After the manor’s ill repute spread, of course, some people would inquire, trying to get information from him.

Ed would never reveal even a shred of the inside story. Seeing Jayad’s aggressive questioning now, he naturally became wary.

“Don’t worry, I genuinely want to buy the manor. I’ve already prepared the money.” Older Brother Jayad looked at me. I raised my hand and placed a small box on the table. When opened, it revealed gold coins arranged in five rows, ten in each row.

Ed immediately stared intently at the gold coins in the box. Fifty gold coins were a trivial amount for Older Brother Jayad, but for Ed, this sum was enough to live extravagantly for a long time.

Ed reached out to take the gold coins. Midway, however, Jayad stopped him, pressing down on the box and closing the lid.

“Don’t rush. We haven’t signed the contract yet. No matter what, I need to understand exactly what the situation is in the manor I’m buying. Don’t you agree?”

“Mr. Iverson, please rest assured, I can guarantee you that the manor has absolutely no problems. Everything you’ve heard before are just the result of accidents and exaggerated rumors!” Seeing the money right before him, Ed gritted his teeth and promised.

“If that’s all there is to it, then I’m afraid I won’t be purchasing your manor,” Jayad said, shaking his head. Ed asked in shock and anxiety, “Ah? Why?!”

“To be honest, I’m actually a supernatural investigator. I made my fortune by solving all sorts of dangerous and terrifying events. I came this time specifically for the secrets within your manor. But if there are no secrets, then I don’t want to buy it,” Jayad fabricated.

Ed’s expression became incredibly conflicted. He couldn’t believe that someone would come specifically to see if his manor was bizarre. He was now torn about whether to admit it.

Of course, there were people who made a fortune by resolving mysterious and bizarre events. The most typical examples would be Demon Hunters, especially certain factions, like the School of Ghostology which specialized in catching ghosts, who liked to profit from such work.

Seeing that Ed still doubted his intentions, Jayad slowly said, “You must have also inquired about me with Miss Karina. She should have told you that I just rented a shop for eight hundred gold coins. I am not short of money, and I could easily buy a normal, brand-new manor. Why do you think I’m selling this manor to you?”

Ed had indeed inquired and was astonished by Jayad’s wealth. But he had initially thought Jayad was just another parvenu who didn’t know his own limits, wanting to buy the land because it was cheap. He hadn’t expected the other party to be after supernatural events.

Whether to admit it or not, he was still struggling. Because if he admitted it, it would mean he had indeed defrauded previous tenants, which was risky. The other party might just be trying to extract information.

“If there truly isn’t anything, I apologize for misunderstanding your manor and disturbing you.” Jayad suddenly said, picking up the gold coin box and getting up as if to leave.

“Wait! Please wait a moment!” Ed couldn’t sit still anymore and stood up, shouting.

Just as I expected, the one who was truly anxious was this Ed. The manor was now a burden to him, and its bad reputation was spreading, making even outsiders unwilling to rent. Seeing this as possibly the last chance to sell the manor.

Ed gritted his teeth and said, “As you thought, this manor does have some issues.”

Older Brother Jayad and I exchanged a smile. We had successfully extracted the truth.


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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

今天的魔女小姐也在努力活着
Score 8.2
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Chinese
You hear the penny-dreadful tales, don’t you? Souls whisked off to other worlds, landing in lives of ease and splendor. Reborn as young lords in grand manors, with enchanted baubles at their fingertips or a spectral mentor whispering secrets. But my own ‘grand arrival’? No gentle angel to light the path. Instead, a repulsive, foul deity—some forgotten horror from a darker age—claimed me. I was tormented to the very edge of oblivion, then pitched into a twisted, gaslit world of shadows and fear. I awoke in the frail body of an orphan girl, shivering in some rat-infested rookery, choked by smog and despair. Weak, plagued by illness, with a hunger that gnawed relentlessly. My new story didn’t start from scratch; it began deep in the dregs, clawing my way up from less than nothing.” Now, all I fight for is to live, to see another grimy sunrise over these cobbled streets. Not just for my own skin, but for him—the one whose fate is tangled with mine, the one soul I cling to in this godforsaken, fog-drenched city.

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