Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

However, fighting two Sequence Eights was already Nopheus's limit. The sorcerer, who was barely managing to sustain his injuries through a ritual behind the tree, was startled as soon as he peeked out and said tremblingly, "Colonel Nopheus! Let's stop here!"

Nophis said calmly, "It's not over yet."

The sorcerer took two steps back, warily saying, "Colonel, you're out of weapons. If you come within three meters of me, I can immediately use a ritual to replace your body. Besides, you've already killed two people, and firing your gun just now has revealed your location. You still have a chance to surrender now. Even if you want to run, the nearest stronghold is still dozens of kilometers away. You can't escape."

"not necessarily."

With a click, during the standoff, Nofius had already reloaded his rifle and was aiming it at the warlock.

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As dawn broke, the snow-covered ground was covered layer upon layer by the snow blown up by the cold wind, leaving no trace of the battle.

However, scents that ordinary humans cannot detect are not difficult for the extraordinary creatures raised by the clans and for certain clansmen with remarkable special abilities to detect.

For example, the griffin—

After a sharp cry of an eagle, the majestic fortress standing on the mountainside on the south side of the valley can be seen through the thin clouds in the high sky.

Tall watchtowers and eagle towers, specially designed for griffins to perch, stand on all sides, echoing the fortified outposts on the north side of the valley, and at the same time, they firmly control the cloud valley leading to the vast plains to the south from White Deer Fortress.

Brigitte rushed to the tower extending from White Hart Castle before even having her meal. As soon as she arrived, she saw a griffin with exceptionally large wings perched in the center of the tower. Brigitte frowned and began talking to the ranger who was coming down from the griffin.

Bridget immediately took the bloodstained strip of cloth from the ranger and rushed to the main hall of the fortress, hurriedly showing it to Silver Mist Governor Lost, who was having a meal.

Lost looked at it carefully for a few moments, and his expression immediately changed.

He took a deep breath. "So many disasters and hardships."

Brigitte cut off a piece of venison and chewed, saying, "Minister Milke was attacked by a detachment of rebels, and this force has been hiding in the northeast of the valley. With the 100,000 main force at the front as cover, we didn't even discover their existence. Their motives are probably not pure, Uncle."

Lost rubbed his forehead. Even as a Sequence Three, he felt overwhelmed. "The standoff at the border was bad enough, and now there's trouble in Mistmoon City. I was planning to go and support Mistmoon City, but with this incident, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave."

"I'm going to Fogmoon City."

Brigitte put down her knife and fork, played with a strand of silver-grey hair by her ear, twirling it around her finger, and said, "I'll take care of those two idiots at home while I'm at it. Coincidentally, someone's asking me to come along."

After saying that, she called out again, "Nogi!"

Nogi quickly came over and stood behind her, massaging her shoulders.

Lost said knowingly, "Golden Moon Bay, those constitutional council members from Marne?"

"Tsk...not really. But it is indeed in Golden Moon Bay."

Brigitte suddenly laughed and said, "However, this might be a good opportunity. A civil war would have been too quick, and I wouldn't have had a chance to participate. But this time, it's really hard to say."

Chapter 402 Vera: If your hands are itchy, go do it yourself

To my dearest Tia Sulph

Your Excellency Special Envoy Sulph:

I hereby inform you that I have been ordered by Lord Silvermist, Lord Lost, to arrive at Golden Moon Bay soon.

The situation in the north is turbulent... rebel forces are stationed there... Minister Milke has been struck by this terrible news... Therefore, I will be acting as His Excellency the Governor's special envoy, leading the Silver Mist Ranger Guard to ensure His Excellency's safety and protection during his journey to Mistmoon City, in order to assist in quelling the current rebellion.

Best wishes.

Brigitte de Montlima

Tia quickly read the first line, then the last line, and immediately closed the letter.

It's unbelievable... Brigitte, the most unreliable one, turned out to be surprisingly dependable at a crucial moment. They immediately brought her a Silver Mist Ranger squad—the rangers are very strong in combat. These mountain people, born in the mountains, inherited the supernatural abilities of extraordinary beings. Although they can't compare to the Church's Iron Cans, they are still a special unit capable of hunting down extraordinary individuals.

And importantly, the wandering knights are a regular army.

They were equipped with artillery, and thanks to the physical prowess of barbarians, they could even be fully armed, with three or four men pulling a 105mm towed howitzer around the ground, running faster than oxen and horses!

However, using it like this is a bit wasteful.

Besides--

"Has Minister Milke encountered an accident?"

Upon hearing this news, Lovisa's pupils dilated in shock.

Minister Kamas was just attacked in a bombing, how come Minister Milke was arrested by the traitors so soon after?!

Is everything in your line of work this dangerous?!

Lovisa asked, "Your Excellency Sulph, is being the minister of the Iris Party a dangerous job?"

Tia scratched her head, thinking of the Blue House curse and so on, and said, "Could it be that King Rud's curse is still in effect?"

The two fell silent.

That doesn't make sense!

Killing a king used to be a way to turn things around. Even if it didn't do much good, at least the citizens of Mistmoon City and the heroes who flocked to the city could manually redistribute wealth. But now, with two ministers killed one after another, the situation for Iris is getting worse and worse...

Moreover, to even lay a hand on a former minister—isn't that a bit too outrageous?

Neither of them understood, so they returned to the meeting room, where Lovisa directly revealed the contents of the envelope.

Upon hearing this, Mayor Rafa and the sorcerers all took deep breaths, unable to process the shock for a moment.

Anne could somewhat understand the mayor's feelings—after all, the influence of the Unsheathed Blade should have weakened after the Great Council, and the Iris should have entered a period of peaceful development, which was indeed the case. But suddenly, one bad news after another came, and for a time the country became precarious.

Marn had anticipated this, but after frowning for a moment, he said, "It's come to this now. Lady Sulph, you previously said you had a way to bypass the spatial lock of Misty Moon City that blocks the deep sea. Could you explain in detail?"

Marn had already guessed Tia's plan.

—Furina Bonaparte.

Although the spatial lock does have loopholes, it offers different perspectives for mortals, saints, and false gods who have been immersed in the deep sea for millions of years.

It's like an extremely dense fishing net; gods and saints might be able to pass through it easily, but for mortals like Marn, there's nowhere to escape.

So Marn said tactfully, "Are you asking your friend in Fogmoon City for help?"

Rafa, Lovisa, and the warlocks all looked at each other with slight surprise.

They certainly knew of this title, but they never expected that Tia was connected to this long-absent Great Guardian.

Tia nodded and said, "That's true."

"Can I trust him?" Marn asked.

"Of course. I can vouch for my unfortunate friend 120 percent, because I am her, and she is me. We're so close that we can sleep in the same bed."

Marne would simply assume it was Fernina Bonaparte.

But Tia wasn't just referring to Bonaparte; she was referring to someone else—she needed to use the Philosopher's Stone to complete her ascension as quickly as possible and didn't have much time to control Bonaparte. So she delegated this task to other people, many people.

Because Frynn Bonaparte could have been not just one person, but many people.

Tia said calmly, "You can completely trust my unlucky friend about this."

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New London Harbour Area, South Suburb Manor.

Upon receiving an urgent telegram from Silver Castle, Albert and his wife Lilith hurriedly sent a message through their butler to bid farewell to Eleanor, and then boarded an armored train to Silver Castle.

Meanwhile, at the mansion, Albert was completely unaware that his sister hadn't left her room all day.

This is not surprising.

When Eleanor's curse was at its worst, she could stay in her room for days on end, and to her, the inside world was no different from the outside world. Although her curse was later weakened, her behavior remained habitual.

But this time it's definitely different.

Eleanor didn't leave the room this time simply because she had been sharing a video call with Tia all day. Through Tia's perspective, it was like taking a cyber tour while wearing a holographic device, allowing her to observe Tia's entire meeting and activities in Golden Moon Bay.

She was quite interested in experiencing "Tia's Day" and the like, but the only annoying thing was that this sharing was not a transcendent ritual of "sensory sharing." Vera fed Tia a lot of grapes, but she didn't taste any of them!

After ending the communication ritual with Tia, Eleanor rubbed her eyes, got out of bed in a daze, and first prepared the materials for the deep dive ritual and the projection of her soul onto the doll.

But that's not all. There was also a stack of gold pounds, as well as frankincense resin, basil leaves and cinnamon bark, and some other ritual items pointing to the "five senses connection" and "spiritual connection" rituals.

Mind Link, as the name suggests, is a dialogue across time and space through consciousness. Its prototype is the unspoken connection between a mother and child, which the alchemist then modified using the law of similarity to create this ritual. Therefore, a fundamental requirement is that the person establishing the connection must be extremely familiar with the person, to the point of knowing them inside and out.

The five senses connection is a higher-level ritual of "five senses sharing" or "sensory sharing," which is more free and convenient to operate.

If too many people share the same senses, it will result in participants having multiple senses at the same time. It's like teammates all having their microphones on and chattering away. In the event of an emergency, they may be affected and unable to react.

Of course, if you're using a silver handkerchief, you don't need to worry about this.

The five senses link, on this basis, allows users to turn off the free microphone and freely choose their sensory perspective. However, the cost remains the same: the superhuman who hosts the ritual will lose their own five senses and gain the five senses of other ritual participants.

After setting up the rituals, placing the materials, and starting the ceremony, the person finally lay down on the bed and entered the deep dive.

Eleanor did not perform a soul projection, but instead first engaged in sensory sharing and a mental connection.

In the dark depths of the sea, Eleanor let her body soak in the shallow water. After about a dozen breaths, several voices appeared in her ears at the same time.

The mind link has been activated.

"Hey, has the ceremony been successful?"

The first voice was soft and sweet.

Eleanor deduced: It's Anne!

And then:

"It should have been successful, but why did I have to be the officiant at the ceremony...? I've lost all five senses and can't feel anything, it's all your senses. Being cut off is so uncomfortable, it's like wearing a blindfold, I can't see anything..."

Finally, it was Tia's voice. Tia commented, "Because you're useless in Golden Moon Bay except for eating rice. So, Vera, you're the one to come."

"hateful."

Yes, Tia persecuted her, and the second one is Vera!

All four of them logged in.

Vera: "Wait, Annie, where are you touching?"

Anne: "Hehehe...sorry, sorry, I just wanted to test if I could share Vera's senses."

Vera: "Wait, Tia, you're here too! Get lost, don't you have one yourself?"

Tia: "My hands are itching."

Vera: "......"

Although it was just tugging at her hair and pinching her cheeks, at most Tia's little hands weren't very clean.

But Eleanor listened to the incredible conversation, her bewildered eyes revealing a huge question mark.

Chapter 403 The Resurrection of Bonaparte

Inside the castle of the Knights of Golden Moon Bay, in a bedroom specially reserved for Tia and Vera, Tia, Anne, and Vera simply performed the ceremony together to reduce the number of ritual steps.

So—the three of them are now lying neatly in bed, with Vera between the two.

As Tia constructed a virtual space, their consciousness found themselves sitting around a round table. This wasn't a tangible nightmare, but rather something akin to a "shared illusion."

Neither Eleanor nor Anne actively shut down their shared senses.

Tia suddenly felt a strange sensation, like sleeping with her best friend in VRchat—and the sensations were shared. Just now, when she subconsciously grabbed Vera's chest, all her sensations were shared. The force, the direction, and the soft touch of her fingers all felt like she was experiencing it herself.

If used for astringency, the sensation is indeed quite amazing.

No wonder this ritual, with its complex material requirements and procedures, has been passed down to this day...

Tia snapped out of her thoughts and briefly discussed the upcoming tasks with Eleanor and Anne.

"Eleanor, you already know what happened in Fogmoon City, right?"

"Oh."

"Yes, that's good. Because during this period I need to thoroughly immerse my soul in the Philosopher's Stone in order to complete the advancement to Sequence Four. So I can't control the puppets in Mistmoon City."

"So, we need your help, Eleanor. And Anne and Vera too."

Tia looked at the two of them.

Vila stretched out her arms and lay on the table, like a red fur ball that could be trampled on at will. She had adopted a "hurry up and tell me, I still have to go eat" attitude towards Tia's request.

Anne was somewhat puzzled. She had recently honed her skills under Ibn Musa and had a thorough understanding of the structure of the soul. She asked doubtfully, "But I remember that only you, Tia, established the ritual with the doll. The doll should only be linked to your soul, Tia."