The more people the reward is divided among, the less you get yourself.

And most importantly, if that happens, he won’t have a chance to curry favor with Ava Richards.

Logan Smith looked at this guy, his gaze growing a bit more gentle and sympathetic:

Silly child, do you really think Ava Richards would be interested in you? She’s got high standards and only wants to marry into a good family. She clearly has some fondness for me, the “bad guy,” and she can still control herself...

In the local dialect of the Daliege region, “high eyebrows” means having high standards and looking down on ordinary people.

“My sister always says, there’s strength in numbers.” Logan Smith explained simply, “So, which elderly people do we need to visit?”

“You didn’t investigate?” Raymond Craig asked in surprise.

After that “Scepter” card incident, how would I have the energy to ask around... Logan Smith smiled and said, “Of course I investigated. I just want to test your information-gathering skills now.”

Raymond Craig didn’t doubt him:

“There are nine elderly people in the village who are about the same age as my grandpa, or even older. They are...”

Six women, three men. Women really do live longer... Logan Smith listened quietly, then thought for a moment and said, “We don’t need to visit the last two. They’re from other villages and married into this one.

“Uh... Let’s ask Nora Collins first. She’s the oldest, so she was probably already an adult when the witch incident happened.”

Nora Collins’s real name isn’t this; it’s an honorific.

In the province of Reston, women from prominent families or married women who are the actual heads of their households have the right to receive the title “Madam.” Specifically, an “a” is added to the end of their name to indicate female, and “娜” is prefixed to the name, which means “Madam” or “Mistress.”

As for Mrs. Puallis, her family has long been in decline, and at home she has to listen to the administrator Beoste, so she can’t have the “娜” and “a” added, and can only be addressed with the word “Madam” alone.

Nora Collins’s husband died young, and she took on the responsibility of the whole family. Even after her two sons grew up, got married, and had children, and she herself became old, she still held the financial power of the household.

This is quite rare in Kordu Village. In most cases, men are in charge. In families without a father, once the children come of age, they naturally take back control of the household from their mother.

“Alright.” Raymond Craig had no questions.

After passing a few buildings, Logan Smith saw four elderly women sitting in front of a two-story house, basking in the sun and chatting casually.

At the same time, sitting close together, they were picking lice off each other, looking quite relaxed.

—In the countryside of the Republic of Intis, picking lice for each other is a way to get closer and show affection.

“Should we ask now?” Raymond Craig hesitated a little.

He was afraid word would get out about the two of them seeking the truth behind the legend.

“Let’s wait a bit longer.” Logan Smith nodded seriously.

From what he knew, many rumors in the village started at gatherings like this and spread layer by layer.

After a while, the other three elderly women left one after another because they had chores at home.

“Good morning, Nora Collins.” Logan Smith immediately walked over.

Nora Collins’s hair was completely white, her eyes a bit cloudy. She wore a dark, coarse cloth dress, her hands looked as if covered in chicken skin, and her face was marked with obvious spots.

“When will Aurore come out to join us? A lot of people in the village are thinking of her.” Nora Collins looked at Logan Smith and asked with a smile.

A lot of men, right? Logan Smith switched to a state of “you say your piece, I say mine,” and asked curiously, “Nora Collins, I heard you’ve seen a real witch? The one whose coffin couldn’t be moved even by nine oxen.”

Nora Collins’s expression changed slightly:

“Who told you that?”

“His grandpa came back at night and told him.” Logan Smith started making things up.

Nora Collins was stunned for a moment:

“Can souls really come home...”

“My dad told me. Grandpa talked about it when he was alive.” Raymond Craig couldn’t stand Logan Smith lying to the old lady.

Nora Collins actually looked a bit disappointed. After a while, she said, “Before that person died, none of us knew he was a witch. He acted completely normal.”

Just like you don’t know Audrey Miller is a witch... Logan Smith replied in his heart.

“Until he suddenly died, and that owl flew over...” Nora Collins fell into her memories.

What she said next was basically the same as the legend.

Logan Smith pressed further, “Where was that witch living at the time?”

Nora Collins glanced at him:

“Right where you and Audrey Miller are living now.

“After that witch was buried, the parish priest at the time took a few people, took away anything valuable, and burned down that house. For twenty or thirty years, no one dared go near it. Later, the matter was gradually forgotten, and then Audrey Miller came, bought the land, and built a new house.”

So it’s our house? Logan Smith was shocked.

This answer was completely unexpected!

In an instant, he thought of some questions he’d usually overlooked:

With Audrey Miller’s ability to make money, and her hidden extraordinary powers, why would she choose to settle down in a rural place like Kordu Village?