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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 347

Chapter 347 New Memories

Walking out of the bank, I looked at the money bag in my hand and remembered something. Since the diamonds in here are so valuable, are artificial diamonds also as valuable?
Just now, when I saw the diamonds, a lot of knowledge flooded my mind, including this: high-temperature artificial diamond making, the technology to burn carbon into diamonds.
I dug up many memories about diamonds from the factory owner’s mind and discovered that he had no concept of artificial diamonds and natural diamonds. In his mind, diamonds were very valuable items.
This indicates that the technology for artificial diamond making has not yet been invented in this world. My little plan started to form. If I could create diamonds, wouldn’t I become rich?
You must know that in my previous life there was an issue with the contained value of natural and artificial diamonds, but in this world, diamonds are precious because of their practical value in storing magic power. Their value should not depreciate much due to being natural or artificial.
“Ouch!” My head hurt a bit, perhaps because I dug up too many memories. After all, the factory owner had been dead for many days, and his soul was somewhat incomplete.
Just now, I was suddenly very curious why the factory owner was killed. I know that alien parasites sent people to assassinate him, but why? What was the conflict between them? Was it just for money and life?
Perhaps the factory owner himself would have a clue. So I dug into his last few memories before his death, and indeed, I found some clues. In his memory, I saw someone I was a little familiar with.
Upon closer reflection, it was the host of the alien parasite, the man I killed at the time, and then the alien parasite emerged from his body.
His identity was one of the directors of a New Energy Company, and he had business disputes with the coal boss factory owner. The factory owner had spoken out at various bidding or procurement meetings, criticizing the other party’s new energy as unreliable.
Furthermore, he bought newspapers to publish defamatory statements about them, claiming that their production and use were polluting, that their raw materials were toxic, and that they were the blood of Muslim demons, and so on. The two sides became irreconcilable.
So, it was a business dispute that led to his death, and he directly hired a murderer. It’s a realistic business war indeed.
Moreover, I remember that the alien parasite asked the assassin to assassinate the factory owner from the shadows, dispose of the body, and bring back the knife. As a result, the assassin not only killed in public but also lost the knife.
Combined with the formula for the Body Swap Potion that I found, he wanted to use the factory owner’s soul to refine the Body Swap Potion and then impersonate the factory owner to cause trouble.
As a result, the knife fell into Jayad’s hands, the Body Swap Potion was taken by me, and the parasite itself was destroyed. It was a complete loss, and I ended up being the final executor of the plan.
It is a pity that the factory owner’s death has been publicized, and his family has divided his inheritance. I dare not touch most of his property and accounts in his memory, only this completely hidden account dare I take.
After changing the account format, all this money belongs to me. Only now can I relax. A basic goal has been achieved.
In addition, there was a name in the factory owner’s memory that caught my attention: Pierce, the technical consultant for that New Energy Company. However, the factory owner had not met him, only knew this piece of intelligence.
Pierce is an important technical personnel of the New Energy Company, but he lives in seclusion and is very mysterious. His intelligence personnel have not obtained many useful clues.
Could this Pierce be the father of Lorna, Mr. Pierce Shirley? The chemist who has been elusive. However, Pierce is a common name, and it cannot be concluded that they are the same person.
So I went back home to find Lorna. To my surprise, when I knocked on the wall, this Miss Ghost didn’t come out. After I used the Spirit Communication Technique to summon her, she looked at me vigilantly and asked, “Who are you? I don’t know you. What do you want?”
She even bared her teeth at me, but this Miss Ghost really isn’t scary after getting familiar with her. I just find her quite cute.
And I forgot, in my current appearance, I am still in the factory owner’s form. It’s normal that she doesn’t recognize me. No wonder she didn’t come out just now.
“It’s me, Parul,” I said.
Miss Ghost was stunned, “Parul? Why do you look like this?”
“Because of some things, I have to look like this. I need to ask you a few questions,” I said.
“Wait a moment, prove that you are Parul first, otherwise I can’t believe you,” Lorna remained vigilant.
“If I tell you my question, you will believe me. Is your father, Pierce, a technical consultant at a New Energy Company?” I asked.
“No? My father has always been a loner and has never worked for any company,” Lorna replied. However, she also believed my identity because only I knew about her existence and was investigating her father.
“Then I might have made a mistake.” I said. However, it’s not certain. Lorna died twenty years ago. Pierce, who serves as a technical consultant for the New Energy Company, was appointed recently. Lorna would not know about recent events.
Unfortunately, there is still too little information. I don’t know the specific information about that Pierce at all, nor can I verify it. Moreover, I have many things to do these days, so I can only put it aside for now.
Soon, Jayad also came home, excitedly telling me about his work. The boss offered him a very good salary, fifty silver coins per month, and it was just a trial period. After confirming the job, the salary would be one gold coin per month.
From a normal person’s perspective, this salary is quite good, and it can even support a family of three well. But now that I have money, I showed him the bag of gold coins I took out, and he was stunned.
I saw Jayad looking a bit discouraged. He finally found a decent job, but it was far less profitable than murder and robbery. This batch of money I transferred, not considering those gemstones and other valuable items, earned me five thousand gold coins, which he could not earn in his lifetime of working.
I could only persuade him, “This kind of thing can only happen once, there won’t be a second time. It’s a matter of chance. Moreover, if you don’t work, money will only be spent less and less. Without a stable income, even with so much money, you won’t become a citizen.”
My persuasion reminded Jayad of his initial goal: simply to have a relatively stable job and citizenship. So he regained his composure.
Then, the two of us, along with Lorna, had dinner and chatted about Jayad’s new job. He said he would be working at the tavern that night.
However, this is just a pilot program for now. In fact, the boss is very powerful and has many industries, far more than just that tavern. In the future, he might work in other industries.
Moreover, I suspect that the boss offered Jayad a salary of one gold coin directly simply because he didn’t want to pay in silver coins. When I asked about it, Jayad told me that the wages of those underlings were paid in thousands of copper coins.


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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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