Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Tap, tap, tap!

As she landed, Tia leaned on her cane and peeked out from around the corner, meeting Jeremiah's gaze.

Jeremiah nodded and smiled:

"You're right, aren't you, Bonaparte?"

Chapter 343 Eleanor's Discovery

In the banquet hall of the chapel, Tia shook hands with Minister Milke and immediately smelled a strong perfume and a faint stench of decay emanating from the former minister.

Then I saw the cherry-red lividity on his neck.

Tia's eyes were full of surprise.

Milke nodded slightly and explained, "When I was arresting Santis, I encountered the monk Sazdive, who was a tough opponent. Afterwards, I was seriously injured and transformed into a living dead."

The three giants of the Hand of Transformation, "Monk" Sazdive, are Sequence 3 Ascendant philosophers and Sequence 3 Earth Oak Four Symbols monks.

He is also the strongest fighter among the Hands of Transformation.

Even Rexar, a Sequence 2, is slightly inferior to Sazdive in life-or-death combat.

Tia didn't really know much about this monk. After Jeremiah introduced him, she exclaimed in surprise, "He holds two Sequence 3 positions? And he's a great philosopher?"

Jeremiah poured her some black tea and said, "Please have a seat."

"The first path Sazdalway took was not alchemy, but oak. Oak is inclusive, and the monks who originated in the Far East were skilled in meditation and the path to liberation and ascension, so there is a lot of overlap with alchemy."

"As for why it's a great philosopher—that's a good question. Because the Hand of Transformation has money."

Jeremiah was somewhat helpless about this problem.

There may be a million flaws among substitution scholars, but there's one thing they can't deny: they really know how to make money.

The "Alchemy" that can directly create gold and the "Antimony Sorcerer" that can refine mithril are both the work of the Transmutation Scholars, which also allowed the Transmutation Hand to quickly gain a foothold in the Empire after leaving the Alchemy Institute.

Tia nodded in understanding, and Jeremiah continued on the topic:

“After Milke has dealt with Santis, I will now focus on the potions. These potions are of very special nature.”

Tia asked, "Who is it used to revive?"

"That's not quite right. It's for resurrection, but not for resurrecting humans."

Jeremiah’s voice was gentle, still unhurried, and he smiled and nodded, “The Iris is a cursed land. That’s what made the resurrection possible.”

Tia immediately offered a guess, "King Rud?"

"You're half right."

Jeremiah said, “Besides King Rud, there is also the Bloodthorn, a false god who made a pact with King Rud, agreeing to exchange the sacrifice of the royal family and the chaos of the kingdom for His blessing.”

"The Bloodthorn is a deity of turmoil, blood, purification, and slumber. Its origins are probably unknown, but it was active at least three or four thousand years ago during the Golden Age. It has a close connection with the early Wisdom Palace."

"And when the great plague that swept through the empire broke out, it descended upon the iris. King Lud also used its power to finally purify the iris from the plague."

When Tia heard the name, it sounded familiar. And when she heard that it was related to the Palace of Wisdom, she immediately thought of the saint Rosalinde from the nightmare of her Sequence 8 advancement.

The dark witch who cursed Rosalind used thorn vines to curse her, plunging her into an eternal slumber.

If the potion is indeed aimed at Bloodthorn, then the Arabian people's help in transporting it makes sense; perhaps they were even involved in the potion's development.

As for why they helped the Empire develop and transport magic potions...

It seems the prophets have their eyes on Bloodthorn—or rather, its sanctuary.

But Tia couldn't understand why it was related to King Rude.

Jeremiah smiled but did not explain, only saying, "At the end of this year, I will set off for the south to completely solve the problem of the potion."

“The prophets are always obsessed with their great deeds, so I have prepared a sanctuary for them.”

Tia nodded in agreement.

Prophets are like this: as seeds of spirituality and the starting point of the extraordinary, prophets are generally very steadfast, or even obsessed.

The prophets were already contemplating ways to control destiny tens of thousands of years ago, and the Wisdom Palace was organized six thousand years ago to try to grasp the ever-changing fate.

The unrealistic fantasy of "living in a known, certain, and stable world" is a fundamental code that has been written since the dawn of humanity.

Even though the prophets had long recognized that the world was a vast, chaotic system, and that fate was constantly shifting.

That's why Tia agreed with Jeremiah's assertion, but as she nodded, she realized something was amiss.

This sanctuary of yours isn't Ulrich's, is it?!

Seeing Tia's amber eyes widen rapidly, Jeremiah's smile remained gentle. "That's right, just as you guessed."

Tia's polite smile vanished instantly, replaced by a pained expression. "That was the deal promised by Guild Master Ulrich! Jeremiah, what happened to your alchemical principles?!"

"This is part of the deal, my dear guardian, and my junior."

Jeremiah explained calmly, “Now it is time for you to pay the price.”

Hey!

We've fallen into their trap!

She wondered why Jeremiah had specifically asked her to come to the Tower Street; it turned out he was waiting for her here.

But alchemical principles are principles, and Tia wasn't interested in such nonsense, but she corrected her, "But I'm only Sequence 7 right now. Even if I put in some effort, I'll only reach Sequence 6."

"Are you planning to assassinate Albert, then have me marry Princess Eleanor to inherit Ansu, and then save the Iris Flower?"

Milke was greatly shocked when he heard this and immediately looked at Jeremiah.

This plan is just too explosive; it doesn't sound human at all, just from the content.

Jeremiah said gently, “You said it, I didn’t.”

"So you're planning to use me as a human bomb to assassinate Pinnock?"

"You can do this too?"

"I can."

"Great! I didn't expect our Great Guardian to be such a multi-talented individual. Could you go and assassinate the Great Prophet?"

"This won't work."

Tia is seriously considering the possibility.

However, she estimated that if she went to the Palace of Wisdom, she would be arrested before she could even carry out the assassination.

Jeremiah smiled and said, “So I didn’t expect you to fight against the Palace of Wisdom. You are going to inherit the Sanctuary Tower of the Moon ahead of time—its real-world prototype is in Golden Moon Bay, where my teacher taught me and Marne in our early years and imparted the Book of Ascension to me.”

"Then I prepared extraordinary items to help you defend against the prophets who are competing with you. I expect at least two Sequence 4s to come."

Sequence 4 is already a very high level, while Sequence 3 is almost impossible. The number of saints is very small, and while they may not be entirely clear about what each other is plotting, they all know what's going on in their lives.

After all, the extraordinary world does not exist in isolation; saints generally also hold important positions in the secular world.

Upon hearing this, Tia felt reassured and immediately reached out her hand, "Where are the extraordinary items?"

Jeremiah smiled and said, "It's with Scarlett. But there's no need to rush. We can wait for you to come in person before we go to get it. There's no time to lose."

"Specifically?"

"The prophets will lower their guard after I leave Fogmoon City."

"clear."

Tia took out a notebook and a pen, quickly wrote everything down, then stood up and said, "Then I'll take my leave now, I have some urgent matters to attend to."

After saying that, she looked at Milke respectfully and said, "Minister Milke, I also wish you good health."

Milke was taken aback, not expecting that the famous Miss Bonaparte would come specifically to flatter him.

Tia's respect was quite simple.

If Milke hadn't signed the secret order authorizing the army to shell the enemy, he wouldn't have been dismissed from his post, and without that, Scarlett's rise to power would have been impossible.

In this respect, this loyal iris sorcerer, national guardian, and politician was actually an old friend of the Ansu people.

When friends come, there's fine wine. Tia doesn't have fine wine, but she still has a kind word to say.

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Tia returned to the Grand Hotel from Tower Street.

Brigitte and Noki left first. Brigitte was furious that her horse farm had been burned down, but she knew that her resurrection would do her no good except expose herself, so she suppressed her anger and set off for the edge of Cloud Valley.

Her uncle was Lord Lost, the governor of the Vale Frontier, a highly autonomous region where her two brothers couldn't get away with anything.

Meanwhile, Eleanor was still in Tia's bedroom. After discovering that Tia's soul was not in Anzu at all, she obediently stopped disturbing Tia and went back to her own bedroom to continue sleeping.

Strangely enough, although there was no active contact, Eleanor could still vaguely sense Tia's activities at the Iris.

Even with her eyes closed, she could construct a simple framework of lines and perceive the world that Tia perceived through her five senses, but it was very blurry.

It was so blurry that visually there were distorted lines everywhere, and olfactorily there was a mixture of various smells. All I could hear was Tia's chaotic, twisted, and incomprehensible whispers.

This is because Tia sensed Eleanor's communication request but neither accepted nor rejected it.

And at that very moment.

The world before Eleanor's eyes suddenly lit up, but strangely, she did not appear in the form of a shrine or telepathy.

But -

Eleanor lay on the bed for a few moments, then looked at the full-length mirror in front of the bed, puzzled.

it's wired.

This body is not hers.

It wasn't Tia either.

It is an alchemical doll with white-streaked hair and neat clothes.

Chapter 344 Sneaking around with a fishy cat!

Tia's bedroom at the Broken Gold River Hotel.

Eleanor is now somewhat confused about her situation.

She originally wanted to contact Tia through the temple, but instead of contacting Tia, she possessed Tia's doll and went directly to the Iris Flower Garden.

It was the same familiar bedroom with the soft mattress. The incense on the bedside table was still burning, and the air was filled with the fragrance of lavender and chamomile.

But more of the scent was the smell of lubricant evaporating from Tia's body and the aroma of sacred wood.

First comes an extremely faint, almost undetectable sulfur smell, followed by a sweet and sour citrus fragrance. Once the intense aroma dissipates, a deep and lingering woody scent lingers around the nose.

Tia smells so good!

No, it's the doll that smells so good!

Eleanor stood in front of the full-length mirror and lifted her chest, a look of novelty instantly rising in her bewildered eyes.

pinch~~

so amazing!

It really is a doll of Tia, with small breasts, exactly like Tia!

Eleanor possesses knowledge of mysticism, and quite a bit of it. This situation resembles a divine descent, with the doll serving as her "container" to carry her soul.

But she clearly didn't set up the ritual on the doll; it was Tia who set up the ritual!

Perhaps it was because fragments of the temple were embedded in her soul?

Eleanor didn't quite understand and simply ignored the question. After all, thinking and agonizing over something might not lead to a result, but it would definitely give you a headache!

After giving up on further thought, Eleanor pushed open the bedroom door and walked unsteadily into the hallway and living room, like a child who had received a new toy, looking at it with great curiosity.

However, this body is not the same as Eleanor's, and it will take a long time to adapt to it.

Moreover, projecting one's soul onto an iris thousands of miles away is indeed mentally taxing, and there's also a strange sense of identification with the identity of Funina Bonaparte.

With her powerful soul and special status, Tia hardly needs to worry about the cost of the puppet.