Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

The stones jumped up with a series of "ee-ee-ee" sounds, and the trees swayed back and forth with a series of "waaaaa" sounds. They couldn't bear to look at them and turned away hand in hand.

Immediately.

Tia felt the large rock beneath her shaking. The white boulder suddenly flipped over, throwing both of them into the air, where the wind helped them regain their footing.

Eleanor's eyes were glazed over; she only remembered that she was sleeping.

But the winds wouldn't stop, blowing her hand that was holding Tia's hand, blowing her through the air, and making the two of them sway as if they were dancing a light and lively duet.

After flying over dense forests and low hills, they came to a sea of ​​violets. The winds pushed them along as they strolled through the flowers, the blossoms swirling around them and brushing against their faces, as if welcoming them. Together, they pushed them to a lake bathed in moonlight.

Tia stumbled and staggered as she was pulled along by the hand.

The illusions disappeared, and Eleanor was fully awake. She looked down at her naked body soaking in the water, then at Tia, who was clutching her chest, her shirt nowhere to be seen, and her whole body soaked.

"Oh... what are you doing?"

"I should be the one asking you that!"

Chapter 323 A Stormy Night

In the central George III Memorial Chapel of the Rose Garden at Silver Castle, Bernice, wearing a dark green raincoat and holding an umbrella, looked up at the magnificent stained glass windows on the wall.

This memorial was built three hundred years ago by King George III to boast of his military prowess and achievements. The stained glass windows all depict his imposing figures, along with two of the greatest contributors to the war—Field Marshal Oliver, Duke of Wales, and Admiral Mercury, Marquess of the Navy—as well as numerous other generals.

However, due to the heavy rain that started early this morning, Bernice estimates that their appearance, especially King George's, will not be as radiant as usual tomorrow morning.

Of course, it wasn't just the weather that made His Majesty's image so gloomy.

Inside the chapel, two agents from the Anti-Corruption Bureau had been waiting for a long time. Upon seeing Ms. Bernice, they hurriedly asked, "Madam, have you received any results regarding the deep-sea anomalies detected in Avalon?"

Bernice said, "Immediately send a telegram to Newport News, demanding that they halt the ceremony, or at least move Eleanor to the Basilica of Our Lady."

One of the commissioners' hearts skipped a beat, and he turned to pick up the landline phone on the wall to contact New York, London, and Hong Kong.

Another commissioner said with concern, "Madam, what went wrong with the ceremony? The bishops are very experienced; how could such a serious problem occur?"

"It's not certain yet, but it has nothing to do with the church. What we do know is that extremely severe deep-sea turbulence has appeared around Eleanor's nightmares, the cause of which is still unclear. Moreover, Eleanor's spiritual fluctuations are very severe, and she may have been influenced by other factors as well."

"It cannot be ruled out that Silver Door is clinging to Eleanor as a lifeline."

Bernice's expression grew increasingly grave. Ever since she learned that Silver Door couldn't even protect the Sanctuary, she had worried that this God of Knowledge and Openness would stop at nothing for Eleanor, her Servant.

But to be honest, Avalon did not find any trace of Silver Door's activity at a depth of 28000 meters. If we were to say something, Eleanor's nightmares suddenly and strangely established a very close connection with an unknown coordinate, but it was not like the Silver Door's relationship, where it was like a baby in the womb, with Eleanor unilaterally absorbing knowledge.

The good news is that the connection was immediately severed, and Eleanor's guardian angel in her nightmares did not respond. Therefore, Bernice attributed this failure to a recurring error message from the Avalon system.

After all, this thing broke down 300 years ago and still hasn't been fixed. Misjudgments and missed judgments are commonplace.

However, it cannot be ruled out that it was the influence of Yin Fei.

The agent, who was on the phone, rushed over and said, "Madam! The ceremony has been interrupted, and Her Highness the Princess has now moved to the Basilica of Our Lady."

Upon hearing this, the commissioner gasped, "Then Her Highness the Princess's ceremony..."

Bernice took out her brass watch from her bosom, clicked it open, and the hands were pointing exactly at three o'clock.

She shook her head helplessly and said, "Time is running out, both for the ceremony and for Eleanor. We can only hope that Sulph has finished his work."

Regarding this issue...

Bernice had no choice but to trust for now. She took a deep breath and looked up at the dark stained glass.

A flash of lightning illuminated the sky.

The image of George III holding a sword and standing majestically in front of a silver door, depicted on the stained glass, is also reflected in the pupils.

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—Boom!

As Cherub emerged from the subway station, he looked away in surprise from the thunderclouds.

The weather is nice, though...

The prophet, who had just been ordered to travel from Coldwater Harbor to Newport, couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, mixed feelings).

As a prophet of the Palace of Wisdom, his purpose in coming here was quite simple: robbery and kidnapping. His brother, the prophet Amir, lost nine brothers and sisters because he failed to repair the node in time, and was almost punished by the Great Prophet and forced to return to the heavens.

Amir knew he had really messed things up this time, and could only try to atone for his mistakes by resolving the issue of the ritual's timing.

Then a new problem arose.

They've already found the nodes and corresponding sanctuaries to be destroyed at 10,000 meters and 20,000 meters, but where can they find a new sanctuary at 30,000 meters?

Should we look for the Morne royal family? What if those crows ruin everything again?

Moreover, the Morne royal family is now attempting to dive deep to repair the soul of Eleanor, the Lord of the Sanctuary, and Avalon has also enveloped the deep sea—it's fine to go to other places, but no matter how powerful Avalon is, it's impossible for it to cover the entire deep sea.

But if we go to Eleanor's Sanctuary, wouldn't that be a direct confrontation?

Should we go find the Laurel Grove?

When Amir returned to Coldwater Harbor, he witnessed the prophets' deaths and felt a chill run down his spine. He had long heard that the Raven Seal of the Church of Anzu had been corrupted by some evil god, and now, seeing it, it was indeed true...

This strange and powerful deep-sea creature seems completely unrelated to the useless raven shrike.

Laurel Forest is definitely not an option.

After much thought, Amir couldn't come up with a better solution. After all, sanctuaries are rare and hard to come by; if he could just find one anytime, he'd have claimed it for himself long ago. Why would he be toiling away for the Palace of Wisdom...?

In the end, they had no choice but to take a risky approach and choose the most dangerous but also the one with the highest success rate: to take Eleanor's physical body directly.

Cherubim came for this reason, and he thought Amir was right; there was still a chance.

If Avalon were to conduct a thorough search of Eleanor's soul in the deep sea, it would be impossible to cover and monitor Anzu. And for such a massive Avalon to concentrate its search on a single point, Bernice would have to be stationed at Silver Castle.

To ensure the safety of the entire ceremony, Amir deduced that the Ansu royal family would definitely send Peter to preside over the ceremony, and once the ceremony took place, Peter would have to wrestle with Silver Door.

With one of them in Silver Castle and the other extremely busy, there's room for the Wisdom Palace to operate—after all, Ansu's extraordinary power is indeed visibly weak.

As for their massive fleet and the knights equipped with power armor, their combat strength is indeed considerable, but only in the main battlefield. As for fighting the Prophet... the cherubim, specially invited by Amir, are quite confident in themselves.

But he didn't have time to look around. He immediately pulled his hood up to cover his face, lowered his head, and hurried through the rain, passing through the White Oak Market in Beigang District and then to an old apartment building on Birch Street.

As soon as I entered the living room, water was dripping from the ceiling. The air smelled of the sea, burning tobacco, herbs, addictive substances, and a strange mixture of bodily fluids.

There were nearly twenty people crammed into the living room, all of them extraordinary individuals. There were scholars with glasses and a sinister air, as well as burly men smoking hookahs shirtless.

Several young people were playing cards and chatting and laughing, while a few nuns dressed as priestesses opened their silver handkerchiefs on the spot and lay on the ground leaning against the wall. It was a sight to behold, and even Cherubim's eyelids twitched—the nunhoods in the convent were a tradition in Ansu, just like the jokes of priests on Earth, something you couldn't miss.

These were the helpers that the Cherubim had gone to great lengths to recruit. They were all local Anzu superhumans, including six Sequence 5s and three Sequence 6s. Their identities were hard to categorize; they included incited cultists, traitors, apostates, fugitives, mercenaries, and all sorts of other backgrounds.

Cherubim covered his nose and coughed loudly, saying, "Alright! Everyone, stop what you're doing!"

The scholar toyed with the end of his cane and said, "Is there work to be done?"

"That's right, I've already found a ship to take you away from Ansu. What about the little princess? How are you handling that?"

The burly man smoking a hookah chuckled. "Is that even a question? Everything was prepared long ago. The princess is at the Mercury family's house in the Great Harbour area."

The cherubim asked, "Is it possible to break through?"

"It's just a matter of a few people dying!" The burly man looked around and sneered, saying, "But that princess is hiding her face and body. The Moen family is really good at hiding. I've only gathered information, but as for what she looks like, you, the prophet, probably know best."

That was indeed true, and everyone around nodded in agreement. Eleanor rarely appeared in public, and there were very few photos of her in the newspapers; the last one was even four years ago!

How can you recruit someone if you don't even know what they look like?

Cherubim said, "She's surrounded by church pastors, so I can't make any predictions. But once you break into the Mercury house, just go straight to the ritual site."

"Given the Holy Grail's purity, the room with the least contamination and where the ritual is suppressed is definitely the place to set up the ritual, and the princess must be there."

A nun lifted her skirt, licked her lips, and said, "This is something we're good at. But the payment..."

Cherubim sneered, "Everything is ready. I guarantee you'll escape Ansu. Find the person first."

"Don't blame me for not warning you, your time is running out. The Avalon system will be restored tomorrow, and it will be able to regain control of Ansu. If you can't find someone for me, you won't have an easy time either."

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The Basilica of Our Lady, in front of the altar.

Marshall gently closed Eleanor's eyes, then rubbed his own dim old eyes and asked Famas, "Princess Eleanor's soul has stabilized, which contradicts what Lady Bernice said!"

"Inconsistent?!"

Famas exclaimed in surprise and quickly went to look at Eleanor's eyes. He was certain that she was just sleeping soundly, but her soul and body were both healthy and intact!

However, the angel guarding the room did sense the sudden spiritual fluctuation between the two, a fluctuation so intense that it was no less than death during an ascension ceremony.

Upon receiving an urgent telegram from Silver Castle, Famas realized that the problem lay with the ceremony and Eleanor. He immediately interrupted the ceremony and, together with several bishops, escorted Eleanor to the Cathedral of Our Lady.

But judging from this, Eleanor is indeed fine.

So what's the problem?

Marshall clutched his chest, feeling his heart racing, and a hallucination appeared before his eyes.

The old bishop immediately asked, "Where is Tia now?"

Chapter 324 The Little Princess Takes the Lead

A storm was brewing in the night, and as the thunder approached, the entire Mercury estate fell silent.

A warm white light flickered on in the hallway outside the bedroom.

The holy light warmed their bodies, and a damp, cold wind blew, causing the priest on night watch outside the door to shiver comfortably. With a chain hammer hanging from his waist, he continued his patrol in the corridor.

The pastor hadn't gone far after turning around when the shadows in the corner began to stir restlessly.

Suddenly, two nuns wearing black veils emerged gracefully from the shadows. Each wore a linen robe that had been cut off and barely covered their thighs. After seeing the priest's back, they made a gesture and, one on the left and one on the right, became shadows on the wall as they quickly approached the priest's back.

When they were only three meters apart, the two nuns suddenly emerged from the shadows, pulled out the maces hidden behind their backs, one of them swung the mace across the priest's plate armor and disarmed him, while the other rushed forward and covered the priest's mouth.

As the pastor struggled, the poison powder in his palm seeped into his respiratory tract, and he immediately went into a deep sleep.

At the end of the corridor, the scholar, seeing the priest unconscious, lit his lantern and adjusted his glasses. "Is it resolved?"

"They didn't kill him; they left him alive."

"The mercy of the Holy Grail. These priests almost discovered our accomplices just now," the scholar said sarcastically.

"Mind your own business when it comes to the Holy Grail."

The nun licked her lips and looked at a few rooms in the distance. "But there are only three or four low-ranking priests here. The Moen royal family is really lax. A princess like her only sent a few priests to protect her."

The scholar frowned and said, "Could there be something fishy going on?"

“We’ll talk about it later if something’s fishy—we don’t have much time now. The rest of us are outside guarding against the Suppression Bureau and the Mercury family. We need to act quickly.”

Behind them, the monk with the strong, bronze-colored muscles spoke up to remind them.

He wore a robe, like a traveler from the Far East. But he carried a large snakeskin bag he had picked up from a junkyard on his shoulder, and his bare feet stomped on the ground, making a creaking sound that made your teeth ache, leaving fine cracks in the wooden floor.

It's already past 3 a.m., and the Mercury maid will wake up in an hour at the latest, which will be a huge problem.

The matter was urgent, and the scholar was too lazy to argue with the nuns. He set up a ritual and found Eleanor's room. He led a few people quickly through the shadows and pushed open the door to find the black-haired girl sitting on the bed with a headache.

Tia had just returned from the deep sea and first set up a nail ritual that tormented Eleanor. The ritual itself wasn't the problem, but a part of Eleanor's soul was drawn to Tia, merging with the shrine. Since the shrine essentially belonged to the temple, Eleanor's fragmented soul practically became part of the temple, rather than belonging to Eleanor herself.

This forced Tia to forge the shrine and the silver ring together into a nail and hammer it into Eleanor's loophole—that is, to embed the silver key into the silver door.

Then she'll have her turn to feel better.

She smashed a part of the temple into the keyhole of Silver Door, and Eleanor was unharmed. But when Silver Door realized that the link with Eleanor was about to be severed by Tia, it took advantage of the remaining link and latched onto Tia, stuffing knowledge into Tia's head for free.

He held on tightly, as if he were treating her as a lifeline.

Although one could refuse, such a vast amount of knowledge was no less than being immersed in the deep sea at a depth of tens of thousands of meters; one's head felt like it was filled with lead, and one's head ached as badly as Mr. Cao's.

Tia looked up and met the gaze of the four people who had barged in.

Tia: ......

Everyone: ......

There are robbers here!

Where's the church? Where's the anti-suppression bureau?! Come out and save them!