Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

I was surprised to receive such a wonderful gift from the iris flowers.

Chapter 352 So your name is Montellima?

With the raw materials for the Philosopher's Stone in hand, Tia became very focused on the transformation ritual and the extraordinary skills required to refine the Philosopher's Stone.

Although she possessed the Book of the Hearth, it offered more "theory" than "experience." Even with the mystical visions that brought her some transcendent experiences, she was still far inferior to the masters who had personally crafted the Philosopher's Stone.

And coincidentally, Jeremiah had worked on the Philosopher's Stone—although his methods differed greatly from, and were even diametrically opposed to, those in the Book of the Hearth.

Upon hearing that Tia wanted to use the Prestige Star Antimony to refine the Philosopher's Stone, Jeremiah said with a half-smile, "You certainly dare to think that way, but I'm afraid you can't have too much."

Antimony is itself an extremely rare and extraordinary material.

Jeremiah's original idea was to use this Perfect Antimony Star as a price for Tia to arrange the Trinity, the Red Cup, and the Light in Blood, because the blood, spirit, gold, and other things required in these rituals also had "spiritual" meanings.

The Prestige Antimony used to support these rituals was enough for Tia to continuously stack Trinity Amplification, maintaining herself at Sequence 4 strength for an entire day.

Simply put, it's used to apply buffs and stack stats, creating a kind of powerful aesthetic.

It's definitely not as effective as the Philosopher's Stone, but it's sufficient.

Jeremiah saw Tia looking at him expectantly, her expression one of deep reluctance, and sighed softly, then confessed:

"The last time I forged the Philosopher's Stone was fifteen years ago, with the help of Rexar and my teacher. Rexar's mastery of the Trinity is superb, and his familiarity with matter surpasses that of a blacksmith, which is why I was able to barely forge the Philosopher's Stone."

“It’s difficult for me to help you now. Unless you can find Rexar, or another Sequence 4 forging hammer.”

Of course, more importantly, his technique for crafting the Philosopher's Stone was adapted from the spiritual alchemy in the Book of Ascension.

But now the Book of Ascension has long been taken away by Rexar! This means that he has almost nothing to teach except experience!

What else is directly related to the crafting techniques of the Philosopher's Stone?

One is "The Book of the Hearthfire," and the other is "The Book of the Black Sea."

The former was later stolen from the Great Library of Ansu, and as for the latter... Jeremiah was somewhat helpless when he spoke of this.

He does indeed possess the Book of the Black Sea.

However, he used the sanctuary containing the Book of the Black Sea as bait to lure Santis into a trap, and now it is unknown who has obtained it.

He's going to teach Tia alchemy with his own head?

Tia racked her brains but couldn't recall knowing many forging masters, so she said, "It's alright, senior, you can teach me a little. I also have the Book of Transformation on me, could you teach me the procedure for the Transformation Ritual? You know that, right?"

Jeremiah was really something—Tia didn't actually betray anyone in real history.

His predecessor, Jeremiah, who was his senior, completed her rebellion at Ulrich's funeral.

Jeremiah also received the Book of Transformation and downplayed Ulrich's death, maintaining a brief period of stability in the Academy in Ulrich's name.

—Although it didn't last long.

Jeremiah considered carefully and said, "I can teach you this part, but I can only teach you for a maximum of three weeks. How much you learn depends on your talent."

Tia was satisfied upon hearing this.

That's exactly why she came!

As an alchemist who came from humble beginnings, her methods were still too wild.

Before she achieved "Transcendental Transformation" at Sequence 6, her combat prowess had nothing to do with her alchemy skills.

Instead, it is directly linked to health bars, blast resistance, and yield.

At Sequence 7, she could still deal with enemies using sheer power, but at higher levels, that wasn't enough. After all, she wasn't a hammer-forging superhuman, and she couldn't fight the enemy while wielding a ship's cannon...

Knowledge is power. Tia felt she was lacking a necessary power.

Jeremiah also felt that two or three weeks was far too short. After a moment of contemplation, he said, “If you are interested in the Philosopher’s Stone, you can visit the stonemason Ibn Musa. He was a prized student of the old Master Bishop and a fellow student of the teacher. He just returned to Mistmoon City last month.”

“If it were this stonemason, he could probably teach you a lot from the Philosopher’s Stone. But Master Ibn is a loner, so I’m not sure how much he can teach you, or even if he will.”

Tia was slightly taken aback when she heard the name.

That's good news.

She was deeply impressed by the master sculptor, or rather, by his disciple, the Prophet, Abdullah Hussein.

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Montreal mansion in the Palace of Fontainebleau district.

At the end of the long corridor, a middle-aged man dressed in Arabic style with his hair wrapped up walked briskly with a cane to the study at the end.

Outside the study, Leo Montellima, one of the two heads of the Montellima family, was smoking.

The middle-aged man completely ignored the head of the household and barged into the study.

The thin man in the study had deep-set eyes and a scar on his forehead that extended to his left eye. He was dressed in a purplish-red robe and had the air of a classical nobleman.

He sat behind his desk, still engrossed in his notes despite the noise, and asked, "Has the itinerary of that despicable traitor Ibn Musa been confirmed?"

"Almost there—he's going to attend an exchange lecture jointly organized by the Alchemy Society and the Ansu people. There are so many people that the seats haven't been finalized yet; they're currently in the bidding process."

The middle-aged man with the cane frowned and said, "But Murad, are you really going to kill Ibn? A few lessons are enough; don't alert him."

Murad, who was behind the desk, suddenly looked up and sneered, "So there's something to do with the Ansu people. That's perfect."

—Ansu people.

His close friend, the giant prophet "Golem" Amir, was killed by the Iris and the Anzu! They were also involved in killing Amir, so this is a fitting end for their blood debt!

Murad's eyes were practically spitting fire, fueling the burning desire for revenge within him.

"As for you, Guzar, the ruthless prophet! You have no idea of ​​the deep bond between me and the giant Amir. The assassins of the Assassin's Court may be cunning and warlike, but they are certainly not as cold-blooded and ruthless as you, like the desert sun!"

The middle-aged man named "Guzar" shrugged.

He truly didn't care about feelings, bonds, or any other such nonsense, just as he didn't care about the mockery of the person in front of him.

But Guzal could somewhat understand Murad's anger.

After all, they are assassins who admire unsheathed blades...

They are prone to emotional outbursts, getting stuck on minor issues, and going to extremes.

Guzar stopped trying to persuade him, dropped the parchment scroll filled with intelligence, turned and disappeared into the wall.

A hint of pity flashed in Murad's eyes, and he calmly said:

"Head of the Montellima family, please come in!"

"Have you two distinguished guests finished your conversation?"

Leo walked in with a smile. As a young man, Leo Montellima had short, dark brown hair combed back, a sharp-featured face, and a hint of a carefree playboy in his eyes.

In comparison, his elder brother, Abel Montellima, was much more mature and composed, and having served as a member of parliament, he even possessed a certain dignity and solemnity.

However, in Murad's eyes, while these two family heads might indeed be commendable in terms of courage and boldness compared to their sister Brigitte, they were far inferior in terms of ability, vision, and knowledge of the unspoken rules of the supernatural world.

It's like they've been living in a greenhouse for too long; it's ridiculous.

Leo laughed and said, "Mr. Murad, do you have any new thoughts on the canal we discussed earlier? It's a huge sum of money! The transit fees and tariffs alone could bring your country considerable wealth."

Murad smiled and said, "My two patriarchs, I understand your eagerness, but we have not yet begun many things to do in the Iris Flower Garden, and you need to show some necessary sincerity."

Abel felt these Arabians were insatiable and frowned, asking, "What else do you want?"

Murad tapped the table and pondered, "We need your company to contract the Alchemy Society's exchange lectures or salons. I remember you have a theater, don't you?"

"You want us to go against the school?"

Abel felt that the Arabian man in front of him was simply delusional and said sternly, "You'd better think about it again."

Murad smiled amicably and said, "How could that be? We only have two Sequence 4s at most. There's no way we can fight against Jeremiah and the Society."

What we need to do—

Murad cried out in anguish, "It's merely to arrest that traitorous prophet!"

Chapter 353 Tia: Standing on the Witch's Shoulders

Ibn Musa, a master sculptor known as the "Stonemason," one of the few extraordinary hammer-forging beings in the Palace of Wisdom, a rebel against the tradition of teaching without discrimination, and a traitor who allowed his disciple to kill his colleague!

As a traditionalist, Murad had long harbored resentment towards Ibn Ilham.

Now, Ibn's disgust and hatred have only intensified since he allowed Abdullah to kill his close friend Amir.

The path of the assassin he was on inherently contained the concepts of "assassination" and "revenge," and the chaotic nature of the unsheathed blade made him more susceptible to being dominated by emotions, so the fire of revenge quickly ignited and invaded his mind.

The two brothers of the Montellima family had only a vague understanding of these supernatural powers, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that they were aimed at Ibn Musa.

Ibn Musa was originally a Tekha person!

If people from all over the world manage other people from all over the world, the Ministry of the Interior wouldn't come looking for them in Montreal if something happened!

Compared to this, the canal leading to the East, controlled by the Tianfang Empire, is even more important. Coal prices are rising day by day, and the Coal Guild of Mistmoon City in the Gou Cao is still controlling prices. Ansu has managed to import a little bit of coal, and while prices have dropped across the country, they haven't dropped in Mistmoon City!

If they can't make Tianfang's canal their core competitive advantage, their freight market share will probably be snatched away by outsiders!

Leo and the Abel brothers left the study.

As they entered the garden, Leo frowned and warned, "Brother, the Arabians are not easy to get along with, and they are currently in a semi-hostile relationship with China. You have to be careful."

Abel nodded and said, "I understand. Let's get the right to pass through the waterway first. We have to get through the first half of the year."

"Sigh, life is getting tough!"

"It's all because of our stupid sister."

"It's all Brigitte's fault! She can't even find peace in hell, and her uncle is plotting to seize our Montreal's wealth!"

Leo still seemed a little resentful when he mentioned his sister.

Even in death, her spirit refuses to rest. Lost has actually conspired with a traitor in their household to swindle them out of coal futures at inflated prices! What's worse, that traitor still hasn't been found!

Abel said, "I'll go to the horse farm again in a few days to make sure there are no remaining Brigitte supporters. You go and settle the bidding process for the academy."

As the two were talking, Rafa, an elder of the Montreal family, glanced at them from a distance.

Rafa is Brigitte's uncle and their true blood relative, and the one who officiated at Brigitte's funeral.

Upon seeing Albert, he quickly hid the white crystal shard in his hand into his pocket, approached him, and asked knowingly, "What are you two doing here?"

The two brothers stared at each other, wide-eyed.

"Uncle Rafa!"

"Hey, isn't this to entertain our distinguished guests? Our business depends on them. Uncle Rafa, what are you doing there?"

Rafa said, "The police station needs our cooperation in providing information on the import and export of goods. I'll go deliver the materials to the police station later."

"I see. These policemen are always asking for this and that. Well then, you should hurry back."

'Um.'

Rafa nodded and turned to leave.

Seeing Rafa's retreating figure, the two brothers asked curiously, "When did Rafa arrive?"

"I didn't notice."

"Perhaps they were just passing by. Don't worry about that, let's take care of those two distinguished guests first."

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While the prophets were searching for Ibn Musa, Tia was also searching for the master sculptor.

She had originally thought that she would wait until next month, after she had learned everything from Jeremiah, before seeking out Ibn to continue learning—stealing knowledge.

The actions of extraordinary individuals cannot be called stealing—extraordinary knowledge has no copyright!

However, unexpectedly, after only three or four days of learning from this senior, Tia had to go around with Anne searching for information about Ibn.

Anne's path wasn't just about forging, it was also about wealth.

She used her wealth to bribe some people at the Alchemy Institute, but still couldn't get any information out of them.