Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Two silver knights rushed in carrying a long emergency stretcher, then lifted the black-haired girl, whose eyes were tightly closed and who was wrapped in a deep red velvet blanket, and carried her to the operating table.

Beside the operating table stood Earl Perrick, with a slightly wrinkled forehead, golden curly hair, and dressed in the uniform of a senior Royal Navy officer.

Seeing Tia's miserable state, Peric immediately turned to the nuns, "How is little Sulph now?"

The nuns first performed simple first aid on Tia, such as artificial respiration, and then dried the water off her chest before setting up a ritual defibrillation.

A nun admitted, "The drowning itself wasn't serious, but the impact caused several internal problems. We will be working on repairing Director Sulph's internal organs, and she needs to rest for a while."

Perrick nodded and had the guards lead him out of the emergency room.

In the emergency room, the nuns immediately began to set up a ritual to cleanse the evil spirits and purify the area. They removed the blanket from Tia's body, cleaned up the pieces of her clothes, and then proceeded to the next step of treatment.

The girl was wrapped in a blanket, soaking wet, and unconscious—the dove ceremony had woken her up when the shells first hit, but when she woke up, she realized something was wrong!

There's no danger here! Everything is calm and peaceful.

Before she could even get up, there was a loud bang and an explosion, and literally the sky collapsed.

Under the precise bombardment of twenty 155mm and nine 203mm guns from three cruisers, the keel broke, the bow and stern were blown off, and the mast, sails, funnel, and bridge—everything on this poor, fast sailing ship—vanished almost instantly.

Then came the detonated ammunition depot and steam boiler. Wooden and steel fragments from the ship's hull flew everywhere inside the cabin. Tia had just woken up when she was blown up along with wood chips, fragments, sails, and someone's thigh.

Even with the flare providing blast protection of Sequence 4 specification, it was still badly damaged by the explosion. Moreover, blast protection does not protect against fire or drowning; it can only be said that it survived.

As for the internal organs, Natia sincerely wished them good luck...

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Tia's condition wasn't actually that serious; her body was almost unharmed, but many of her internal organs had been shattered, and that was about it.

That sounds pretty serious.

The nuns are very experienced in this area, including two Sequence 5 bishops, so they can create a new one for Tia from scratch on the ship. Afterwards, they can travel to Nuremberg and take a train to Saint Laurent's Medical School, which is full of druids skilled in healing rituals.

Meanwhile, at the Newport Grand Harbour Police Station, Roman had just received news that Tia was safe and had finally escaped Avalon, but he was severely traumatized and immediately fainted.

When he woke up again, he was in the Basilica of Our Lady.

I struggled to get up from the stretcher at the church, looked around, and realized that I was in a side chapel of the church. There were first aid kits from the nuns and glucose solution that had been prepared in advance.

He picked up the solution, drank a few sips to regain his strength, but was still in a daze.

Hearing the sound coming from the side hall, the elderly bishop leaning on his cane walked over in surprise and reminded him:

"Roman, your body is severely overdrawn, and your soul is too deeply affected by Avalon. If Vanessa hadn't brought you here in time, your physical body might have been on the verge of becoming a spirit."

"It's inevitable; after all, it's part of our duty."

Roman, true to his kingly principles, gave a wry smile and said, "Alright, Your Excellency, let's not talk about this. I'm not quite lucid right now, and before I pass out again, I have a few things to say. Please pass these on to Albert for me."

Marshall said cautiously, "Go on."

"First of all, those prophets' goal was definitely not little Sulph."

"Is their target Eleanor?"

“That’s right—they were setting up ritual nodes around Princess Eleanor’s nightmare in the Deep Sea before. This time, they’re probably targeting our princess as well. They must have some ulterior motive, and I suspect the whole incident… is related to that upside-down witch.”

"Witch?"

Marshall was surprised, not expecting Roman to bring up that name at this time.

Roman hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I'm not sure, but it's probably related. When Avalon restarted, I clearly sensed the presence of third-party superhumans, and they did almost nothing, just observed."

"And among these third-party superhumans, I smell the scent of laurel, hmm... not the raven reeking of alcohol."

Marshall's expression gradually became solemn. He paced gently in the church, then looked up at the relief of the Virgin Mary on the wall, her arms outstretched in loving embrace of the world, and murmured a few words.

The Church now has a vague understanding of the current situation in Laurel: on the one hand, there are indeed beings known as the "Hanging Rebellion God" and the "Sleeping Witch" who have invaded Laurel; on the other hand, the Palace of Wisdom is also hostile to Laurel and has even tried to strangle the Raven King, Shrike.

Whether the Palace of Wisdom is an accomplice of the witch is hard to say.

But if these visitors from the laurel grove are not ravens and have not helped the prophet, then there is only one possibility left regarding their identities.

But the question is, why would Eleanor's matter attract the witch's attention?

Regarding this question, Roman touched the pipe in his pocket, his fingers trembling slightly as he lit the tobacco, put it in his mouth, took a deep drag, and analyzed, "I suspect the witch's gaze is not on Eleanor, but on Tia."

"I'm afraid this is my fault..."

Marshall snapped out of his daze and hesitated before asking, "You mean you sent Sulph to investigate the witch, which led to her being targeted by the witch?"

"That's possible, but we need further evidence to confirm it. Of course, there are other possibilities, such as the witch planning the whole incident and the Wisdom Palace being involved."

"It's also possible that the witch simply came to take a look and join in the fun. In any case, we can't be sure of this deep-sea deity's attitude towards us yet."

Roman took a few breaths to calm himself down and said, "So before we get more information and figure out what He wants to do and His attitude toward Ansu, it's best not to make any contact."

"I share that view."

Marshall nodded and said, "By the way, Queen Elizabeth wants to meet with Sulph in person."

Roman's pipe trembled slightly as he exhaled a smoke ring and couldn't help but say:

"Your Majesty?!"

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I took some cold medicine after my runny nose started to run, and I felt a bit sleepy after the medicine took effect.

I'll take a nap first, the next chapter will be posted late at night.

Chapter 329 God Bless the Queen

Elizabeth Moen, ruler of Ansu, the divinely blessed queen, is now 61 years old after ruling her kingdom forty-six years.

According to Albert's recollection, his mother was an absolute star during the first thirty years of her reign.

In terms of resources and endowments, she is absolutely deserving of the name of divine blessing.

Firstly, although the late King Howard was a libertine, he made great achievements in the construction of the kingdom, so much so that when Elizabeth ascended the throne, she inherited Howard's vast legacy, including the Church's large-scale industrial project.

Soon after she came to power, she was able to cooperate with the Edith family, the founding family, adding fuel to the church's already booming industrial plan, thereby accumulating a great deal of prestige and connections.

This prestige and resources enabled her to influence parliament and carry out sweeping reforms of the government, with finance at its core.

In just thirty years, industrial cities and trading ports sprang up, and countless shipping routes, like a spider web, stretched from thousands of miles away, supporting this vast industrial empire.

Queen Elizabeth's fame soared.

But in the past decade, his mother has rarely appeared in public.

Even at her grand sixtieth birthday celebration last year, Elizabeth only attended one banquet. There are many reasons for this.

One reason is that Queen Elizabeth gradually transferred power to Albert in order to cultivate this heir and help him establish authority and build connections.

One reason is simply that Her Majesty the Queen is indeed getting old, and she often finds herself unable to do certain things properly; sometimes she even falls asleep while working.

So she simply dumped all the business on Albert and focused on eating, drinking, and having fun.

She's been busy for over forty years! Can't she retire for a while?

So when Albert got home, he saw Queen Elizabeth lying on a soft sofa, almost completely sunk into it, with a phonograph and a screen in front of her. She was watching the opera on the screen while holding a silver knitted sweater.

Perhaps because of the heavy rain in the morning and the cooler weather, Elizabeth was wearing a warm red down coat and a small red hat for warmth. Her face was well-maintained, and she looked to be about forty or fifty years old, but her hair had turned quite white.

Judging from her appearance, another major reason why Her Majesty the Queen is not appearing in public is probably that she has some issues with her figure.

She's a bit plump—or to put it bluntly, she's gained a lot of weight and her face is very round; she looks more like a little old lady next door than a queen ruling a country.

Seeing Albert return, Elizabeth beckoned the maids to add fuel to the fireplace and said warmly, "Back so early? Is everything alright with Bernice?"

"Everything is normal."

"Then don't be in such a hurry. You were more anxious than the members of parliament. Take off your clothes and leave them there; they're all soaked."

"I was in a hurry, I'll be more careful next time. By the way, Roman told me the Surf people have been found..."

“I told you long ago, Roman is a reliable young man, so stop badmouthing him behind his back. And where did you learn all those swear words? I don’t remember teaching you any of that, much less giving you prenatal lessons in the Grand Council!”

"Uh... I'll definitely be more careful next time."

“Stop saying ‘next time,’ Albert. Look how many times you’ve said ‘next time’—alright, I’m not going to nag you anymore.” Elizabeth smiled, seeing Albert’s utter embarrassment, and said, “What about Eleanor?”

Albert breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Eleanor is at the Mercury's. She was under a lot of pressure last night and is catching up on sleep now."

"Yes, let her get some sleep. Next week, remember to prepare for my visit, we have guests coming to visit."

"guest?"

Albert was indeed somewhat unfamiliar with the term. His mother had hardly ever entertained guests in the past ten years or so!

If we're talking about Elizabeth hosting guests at Silver Castle with royal banquets or state receptions, there were thirteen or fourteen such occasions, mainly for foreign heads of state and dignitaries.

But to entertain guests at White Sand Manor—one's own home—except for very close friends like Ms. Bernice, was truly unheard of.

Elizabeth closed her eyes briefly to rest, then waved her hand and said, "It's little Sulph. I've come to invite her to come over for a visit."

“Isn’t this for awarding medals? I also wanted to meet the young people of the kingdom. By the way, let Eleanor come too. I know she and Eleanor are very close, and it’s a great thing for Eleanor to have friends.”

"But this..."

Albert was also at a loss for words.

The awarding of medals happens every year! How come I've never seen you invite any young people to your home for a visit in the past ten years or so? Not even my good brother Roman has ever come!

Albert asked疑惑地问道, "Have you noticed something unusual?"

"No, that's not it. Ah, Albert, my good son, don't always be so suspicious, as if you see everyone as some kind of deep-sea god."

Elizabeth put down her sweater and needlework and said, "I just wanted to ask what the young people think. And what about Eleanor? Eleanor recently went to the Iris Garden, you know?"

Albert's face instantly fell.

I don't know, I fucking don't know.

Elizabeth covered her mouth and laughed, "Don't be angry, Albert. I was just afraid you'd worry. Eleanor had a lot of fun at the iris garden; Bernice told me about it."

"So I also wanted to ask her for some of her opinions."

Albert said tactfully, "To be honest, Eleanor and Sulph are getting along a little too well."

“I know, I know. Bernice told me all about it. But it’s all about Eleanor’s happiness. After all, she doesn’t have a kingdom to inherit, nor is she involved in politics, so she doesn’t need to consider so many political and economic factors, right?”

“You’re right, Mother.”

Albert was somewhat helpless.

Elizabeth said, "So take it easy. Let them do what they want. Ultimately, you have to choose your own path. Albert, you are a king, but you are not a king. Don't let the extraordinary path overly influence your mind."

Albert immediately realized, "I understand!"

"That's good. By the way, you should prepare to bring Eleanor back. By the time you get to Newport, she should be awake."

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At that moment, Eleanor had just woken up and ran to Tia's room.

Evelyn saw the little princess on the way and casually asked her about it. Eleanor told her that she was going to visit the sick Tia. Evelyn was quite touched—even though she herself wasn't feeling well, perhaps this was the true meaning of friendship.

Since Eleanor was a princess, Evelyn led the way for her.

When they arrived at Tia's bedroom, Tia was still lying in bed, unconscious, but her injuries had almost completely healed. She was recovering much faster than the nuns had expected.

There's a reason behind the combination of light in blood, the red cup, and the path of suffering.

But he's still not awake.

Tia is in the deep sea dealing with the group of prophets surrounding Eleanor's nightmare.

All twenty-four prophets, including Sequence 4 "Golem" Amir, were wiped out by her and the temple gods.

Amir still wanted to resist, using his prophetic abilities to evade several deadly attacks from the gods. Just when he was about to escape, he couldn't rise to the surface and got stuck there.

Tia didn't know what happened, and she didn't care. In the end, Little Red crushed Amir into mincemeat with one tentacle.

She distributed sixteen of the prophets among the temple gods, including Little Red, since they had all come along to freeload and had helped her a lot in the past. It would be too unfair not to give them anything this time.

With eight prophets and the "golem" Amir remaining, Tia thought for a moment and then gave them all to Silver Door in exchange for the sacred experience of comprehending the knowledge of the Book of the Black Sea.

Amir wanted to sacrifice herself, but after trying, she found that even if she sacrificed herself as a Sequence 4 prophet, she could only obtain Sequence 4 rituals, and they were all related to prophets. Tia could forcibly obtain them, but turning such high-level rituals into traits would also have a significant impact on her.