The lab didn't just hold scientific equipment; it housed secrets she didn't want anyone to know.
But there was no need to tell an outsider that.
"Daisy, the plants you gave me, were they all grown in your old garden?"
Daisy nodded.
"My dad grew them all. I helped out sometimes."
Maeve toyed with the roots of the plant.
"Given the climate and environment in Aethelburg, some of these plants would have a very hard time surviving even if planted properly."
"I know that," Daisy said. "But my ancestors made their living this way. We have some unique cultivation techniques."
"Even with plants that are notoriously hard to keep alive, my dad can make them thrive, and they grow beautifully."
Maeve looked at her.
"Do you have any idea how much these would sell for on the open market?"
Daisy gave a hollow laugh. "If we relied on this to make money, my dad would probably be dead by now."
Maeve immediately pinpointed the secret of the Duke family.
"A curse?"
Daisy didn't try to hide it.
"My ancestors were healers. The story goes that my great-grandfather saved someone he shouldn't have."
"In a doctor's eyes, that person was just a patient. But to the locals, he was a tyrant."
"Because of that, our family became a target of hatred."
"The curse was cast by a victim whose entire family was murdered by that tyrant. They were a master of the dark arts."
"Our bloodline is cursed. If we ever try to make a profit by healing the sick or saving lives, our line will end, and we'll die horrible deaths."
Maeve realized, "So that's why you chose to study forensics?"
"Dealing with the dead doesn't break the taboo," Daisy explained.
After a moment of silence, Maeve made a decision.
"When you walked through the gates, you saw the empty plot of land out front, right?"
Daisy looked confused.
"Yeah, I saw it."
"Twenty thousand a month, plus room and board. Would you like your dad to come here and help me grow medicinal herbs?" Maeve offered.
Of course, what she truly valued was their gift for cultivation.
If they could actually grow rare, endangered herbs, she would be making a massive profit even if she added another zero to that twenty thousand a month.
However, the Duke family's situation was unique.
Too much wealth would not only burden them, but it might also trigger The Backlash.
"If you don't have anywhere else to go, just stay here tonight."
"You can discuss my offer with your dad."
"If it works for you, we'll sign an official contract."
"If not, no pressure."
"All the daily necessities are already here, just use whatever you need."
"Also, I ordered some takeout for you while you were showering."
"It should be here in a few minutes."
Checking the time, Maeve didn't want to drag the conversation out any longer.
"I'm heading out. Call me whenever you've made your decision."

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