Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

First it was the witch Sulph, then Anna, and only a few months have passed, Holly, and you already have a second sister!

In another year you will have four older sisters, and in two years you will have eight older sisters!

Following the witch is a mistake, Holly!

He's only known Sulf for a short time, and he's already gone completely astray!

The big dog reminded her again, "But Maximilian can't protect you once you leave the city, Holly!"

"But staying in the city won't help either."

"But at least I can live a little longer!"

"Dog, you're the real spirit being, you can't die. So, dog, you need to have a chivalrous spirit. I'm not afraid of death, dog, you're too cowardly."

Holly waved her little fist.

"You little brat, I'm doing this for your own good!"

"Dog, you're not allowed to swear. You taught me that."

"I'm not even human! #￥%……&"

"Dog, don't insult yourself, shut up."

Numerous tentacles made of crimson shadows extended from beneath Holly's robes, gently whipping the large dog hidden within.

The big dog, in a fit of impotent rage, retreated back inside.

These past few days have indeed been turbulent in Fogmoon City.

First, on the day of the Ministry of the Interior's meeting, old Kamas was assassinated as soon as he arrived at the Ministry of the Interior's building—the entire first floor of the building was covered with high explosives made of antimony.

Just one explosion—caused the collapse of the entire Ministry of Internal Affairs building and killed seven people. If most of the attendees at the rally hadn't been superhumans, that number could have been several times higher!

Old Kamas was at the epicenter of the explosion, and immediately after the explosion, he was assassinated by two Sequence 5 Unsheathed Blades, leaving him severely injured and unconscious.

Subsequently, several more heinous murders occurred in Mistmoon City. Within a week, the peace that had been created became a mere illusion, and everyone in Mistmoon City lived in fear.

However, the most painful thing was that old Kamas was second to none.

—Because Santis is on the verge of despair.

On the clock tower of the outer city of Mistmoon, a biting wind howled as Santis and several alchemists stared intently at the carriage that was leaving the outer city.

Santis's eyes were bloodshot from not having slept for several nights, and when he looked at the carriage, his gaze almost swallowed the figures in the carriage window.

The alchemists nearby shuddered just watching, and could faintly hear the resentment emanating from Santis: "My Star Antimony," "How could I be so stupid," "If only I had found it sooner, I wouldn't have lost Star Antimony."

After Santis caused a huge explosion on Tower Street, injuring old Kamas, he got this infuriating news from Kamas.

But if you put yourself in their shoes, the warlocks can understand Santis's resentment to some extent.

—After all, he had prepared the key materials for advancing to the third rank for decades, only to have them stolen out of nowhere and used by someone to refine the Philosopher's Stone!

Who wouldn't be upset about this?

Furthermore, they had heard that this Dragon Hunter had once met with Tia Sulph, the Anzu envoy who had intercepted the Protostar Antimony, and Ibn Musa, who had personally forged the Protostar Antimony into the Philosopher's Stone, but due to a moment of carelessness, he had not made a move against Tia and Ibn.

The warlocks looked at Santis with a degree of pity.

Soon, Santis's suppressed voice broke the silence.

“Maximilian wants to break through the spatial lock, I’ll stop her. The remaining one is the one who saved Ibn Musa’s life. You guys, cooperate with the Inquisition to blow up the carriage, leave no survivors.”

The sorcerers immediately bowed their heads, "Yes, Your Excellency!"

"Let's get started. After we've dealt with Fogmoon City, I'll personally go to Golden Moon Bay."

"understand!"

As the voice faded, the warlocks looked at the path connecting to the outside world. Just as the knights were about to take a step, they bumped into the spatial lock and were rendered immobile.

The coachman hurriedly got off the carriage and saw that the carriage wheels were covered with a layer of solid ice, leaving silvery-white tracks. The carriage was moving slowly without a driver.

After traveling two kilometers, the carriage slowly came to a stop, and the barking of dogs became increasingly clear from Holly's robes.

Holly's heart was racing, the sound of her heartbeat was becoming more and more obvious, and her palms and soles were gradually sweating.

The spiritual sense is warning of impending danger.

Swish!

Holly drew the short sword from her waist; the blade, enchanted by alchemy, was covered in intricate patterns.

But when Holly drew the blade, the big dog realized that the ritual effect attached to the blade was not the "poisoning curse" or "sharp blade" he had expected, but "fossilization into mud"!

"Wait, Holly, damn it! What are you guys discussing in City Hall?!"

"It's simple, dog. I can't beat those guys outside at all. And all I have to do is get the message across."

A true knight must be not only brave, but also wise!

Holly knew she wasn't stupid, and she wouldn't go against alchemists of Sequence Six and Sequence Five, or the inquisitors sent by the Empire!

Even if you put the witch in her place, she would do the same.

and so--

She's going to the deep sea.

This is why Scarlett insisted that Holly leave the city—she herself was stuck in Mistmoon City and couldn't move, but Holly could, and once Holly left the city, she could directly contact Laurel in the deep sea!

The big dog trembled. "But what about the troop deployment orders Scarlett gave you?!"

Holly pointed to her head. "Here, we can use soul cutting to cut out this memory as evidence later."

The big dog was speechless, and then everything went black.

Is this an idea even humanly conceived?!

"So, dog, take me to the deep sea."

"Ha... hurry up and kill yourself!"

"The dog promised me, okay. I lied to the dog, bad. Thank you, dog."

"Damn! You already said thank you, what else can I say? Hurry up."

"Dog, close your eyes, it will scare you."

"Damn it...who taught you to be so sentimental?"

The large dog emerged from the robe and lay down beside Holly, then closed its eyes. Holly deftly drew her sword, held the short sword upside down, and pierced the heart with one stroke. Then, she slashed upwards, cutting through the stone body and severing the neck, instantly killing the dog.

With a few low growls, just as Holly's soul was about to sink out of her body, the ferocious giant wolf, revealing its true form, bit down on the back of her neck. Like a mother cat carrying her kitten, it instantly completed its deep dive, plunging into the deep sea and disappearing without a trace.

.....................

Around the carriage, four alchemists hurried over.

When the sorcerers saw the mess inside the carriage, one of them immediately examined Holly's body, and upon opening her eyelids, his expression changed drastically.

"It wasn't a natural death; the spirit within the brain escaped."

"The spirit escaped? That means the soul separated... Is it possible to catch up?"

"It's difficult... There are no traces of spiritual energy dissipating around, but there are items from a deep-sea diving ritual, so it's highly likely that it has dived into the deep sea."

This is troublesome.

Because this is essentially suicide—unless there is a sacred place to dwell in, once the soul dives into the deep sea, it will face the pollution of water pressure and eventually lose most of its humanity, becoming a spirit.

Or perhaps it enters a nightmare, presumably to deliver a message. But after delivering the message, because reality lacks an anchor, it can never escape and ultimately becomes part of the nightmare.

These two outcomes are beyond description, even to the point of suicide; they are utter and endless torment.

They hadn't anticipated this situation at all.

The sorcerers exchanged bewildered glances, a chill running down their spines.

"What should we do? We need an explanation from Lord Santis."

The warlocks fell silent once more.

Immediately, a sorcerer said with a stiff expression, "Since the corpse is here anyway, let's set up an explosion. Afterwards, create false memories in the brain to avoid being exposed."

No objection.

No objection.

The last warlock hesitated for a moment, but with the other three watching him, he also cast his vote in favor.

Regardless of whether anyone is dead or not, if Santis knew that this little girl was alive, given his current explosive temper, he would probably kill the four of them first.

Now that things have come to this, let's just lie through the motions.

Chapter 399 Crossing the Mist

Holly choked on water after sinking into the deep sea, and her head felt dizzy.

When she last dived to Laurel Forest, she was already in a near-death state, so she didn't feel much of a difference. But this time, when she was in a normal state and doing a deep dive, the power of the water pressure became very apparent.

However, the big dog clearly realized this, and transformed into a black shell to envelop Holly, slightly relieving Holly's mental stress, before continuing to descend.

It broke through a patch of water.

slam-la-

The ironclad warship's bow parted the water in two. In the ship's holding cell, Milke sat in a chair, looking troubled. "This is really difficult," he said. "I'd like to go back and recuperate for a few more years."

He glanced at the two nervous scholars outside the door and said helplessly, "You don't need to be so scared. I don't plan to blow up your ship and escape. I don't have that kind of power right now."

Milke spoke the truth—the last time he used a ritual, imitating Chairman Jeremiah's moth technique to forcibly stop the assassin master Murad, that one ritual, even though he paid most of the price with gold, still almost cost him his life.

His physical condition is very poor. He was injured during the previous siege of Santis and even turned his physical body into a living dead. To be honest, he really can't fight anymore, otherwise he wouldn't be thinking about going back to retire.

But the guards outside the door heard this as a huge shock!

This big shot actually had the power to blow up ships!

The two guards swallowed hard and said uneasily, "Minister Milke, if you really want to blow up the ship, you should wait until you're on the flagship! General Nara is up there. Even if we blow up this little boat, it won't make a difference!"

"Sigh... I already told you I didn't want to run away."

Milke paused for a moment, then suddenly saw several figures approaching in the distance. He pushed up his glasses and exclaimed in surprise, "The old Selassie family's daughter is here."

"General Nara!"

The two guards immediately saluted.

As Nara walked in, she asked suspiciously, "What were you two talking about with Lord Milke just now?"

"Uh......"

"I was telling these two young men that I wanted to have a cigarette."

Milke said with a chuckle.

Nara glanced at the swelling on Milke's neck and frowned. "Uncle Milke, your injuries don't look like you could smoke. Come with me, I also want to know what exactly happened in the country this past year."

Milke chuckled, "You probably also want to know the chairman's plans, don't you?"

"If you'd like."

Nora removed her hat and said in salute, "If you are unwilling, I can let you leave after the war is over. I will not kill anyone who surrenders, just as you did."

"Sigh, it seems I won't be able to take care of my retirement plans."

Milke said helplessly, "Let's go, I'll go with you, but let me have a simple meal first, and we can talk about the rest tonight."

After saying that, he smiled and said to the two guards, "These two young men have done a good job, but they must be under a lot of mental pressure from coming to see me. Little Nora, let them rest."

Nora nodded, instructing the guards to take Milke away. Then she called him by his first name, saying, "Muir, Hussein, you two rest for a day and report to the flagship tomorrow!"

"Understood, General!"

The two young men breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that the minister seemed to have lost all his strength and had not noticed the spiritual suggestion that Milke had given them during the ceremony.

—Milke is indeed old and frail, and can no longer fight.

However, dealing with two young people who have just entered Sequence Seven is not too difficult.

As Muir and Hussein walked, they came to another detention room. They chatted and started talking about their recent lives, casually recounting all the places they had gone to have a good time.

And in the detention room.