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Chapter 106 - 106 For The Sake Of Investment, Onward

His wife, Evelyn, was fifteen years younger than him, yet she possessed wisdom and kindness far beyond her years. She wasn't merely his wife; Evelyn was also the younger sister of a colleague and later became Rabouin's most trusted apprentice after their marriage.

With her radiant intellect, she was both a re

Between sobs, Rabouin managed to stammer, "M-my... my wife... Evelyn! My poor Evelyn!" before breaking into wails again. Michael glanced at Leonardo, prompting him to explain reluctantly.

"Well... I thoughtlessly told him that his wife had also been executed. But it's not like I could lie, could I?" Leonardo defended himself.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Michael raised his voice. "How could you leave him like this? You should have told me sooner!"

Leonardo was aghast. "That's absurd! Why would the master waste his powers reviving some ordinary human?"

Before the argument could continue, Rabouin, his face streaked with tears, clung desperately to Michael's trousers. "Please! Bring my wife back! I'll do anything you ask. I hesitated before, but if you want gunpowder, I'll make it. I'd even blow up the Papacy for her. My wife was an exceptional person. She always helped me with my experiments."

And so, Michael found himself digging up Evelyn's grave. Nobles' bodies, especially those executed, were often buried deeper to prevent desecration. Evelyn's grave was no exception.

"If I'd known, I would've brought Rabouin with me," Michael muttered regretfully as he gripped the shovel tighter. There was no choice but to keep digging.

The reunion of the couple was tearful. Evelyn, now revived, was a petite woman with soft, golden hair, looking at least twenty years younger than the middle-aged Rabouin. But if they were happy, that was all that mattered.

Revitalized, Rabouin threw himself into his work. Evelyn, as a revived entity, had gained the power to catalyze chemical reactions, a perfect complement to Rabouin's abilities. Together, their experiments reached new heights.

The laboratory, set up in the northern annex of the castle, frequently echoed with explosive sounds. Had they not been demonic beings, the two would have perished ten times over. The resident cat, Miaomiao, hissed at the latest explosion.

"How do they expect anyone to nap with all this racket?" she grumbled.

"Want me to set fire to it, big sis?" Marcus, her companion, asked.

"That'd just make it worse! Use your brain for once!" she retorted, batting his head with her paw.

Michael chuckled and offered them custom-made earmuffs. "The louder it is, the better they're doing. Be patient. Here, take these earmuffs."

Though intrigued, the two were reminded of their duties. Michael firmly reminded them, "Finish your work first. We're supposed to check the mine today."

Grumbling, Marcus prepared to leave while Miaomiao, pretending to nap, found herself hoisted onto Michael's shoulder.

"What's this? Put me down!" she hissed.

Ignoring her protests, Michael walked on. She eventually gave in with a resigned sigh.

"No one in this world is as pitiful as me," she lamented.

Michael laughed lightly. "What nonsense. You're on your way to being the richest sphinx ever."

The thought cheered her up instantly. "You're right! For the sake of investment, onward!"

Here's the translation with the shift to third-person narrative while retaining the original length and tone:

Feeling a pang of guilt, Michael averted his gaze. I really need to establish that investment bank soon...

As Michael and his group prepared for takeoff in the clearing, a group of knights approached them, visibly fuming. Leading the group was Sir Benjamin, the master of a Rank-3 magical beast, Hydra. His face was clouded with displeasure.

"Sir Michael! What kind of mischief have you been stirring up with our magical beasts?" Benjamin demanded.