Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Tia said, "Theoretically, that's true. But before, in order to remove the curse from Eleanor, my soul and hers became entangled. This allowed Eleanor to directly project her soul onto the puppet. In this way, Eleanor can become a bridge between us and Mistmoon City."

Anne looked at Eleanor, then at Tia, and suddenly became alert.

To be honest, she doesn't even know what the whole process of removing the curse is all about... and why removing the curse would cause your two souls to become entangled!

What shady things did you two do inside?

Anne glanced at Vera and they had a telepathic conversation.

Anne: Vera, did Bishop Marshall tell you about Eleanor's curse?

Vera: I can't get there.

Anne: ......

Vera couldn't be relied on, but business was more important, so Annie nodded and said, "But why do we need to come along too?"

The girl exhaled and said with satisfaction, "Because there can be more than one doll in Fogmoon City—Eleanor's soul can theoretically be projected into many dolls, but because humans are used to using one pair of eyes, two arms, one brain, and one thread, it is difficult to control multiple dolls at the same time."

Anne retorted, "You talk like you're not human, Tia."

Vera raised her head. Under Tia's smug smile, the nun hesitated to speak.

“Like Eleanor, I am definitely human, and I’m not good at this kind of thing either. But by linking the five senses, this problem can be solved.”

Tia added, "But it is still a deep dive after all. Eleanor's ability to withstand pollution is somewhat poor. We can then build a water reservoir in the soil and perform a ritual to share the pressure on her soul by connecting the five senses."

Anne and Vera both nodded. "No problem."

Eleanor nodded in agreement, saying, "Oh, I know how to do that."

Tia praised Eleanor as if she were praising a baby, giving her plenty of emotional value, and said, "As long as Eleanor can project her soul into Fogmoon City, contact the city hall immediately and then convey these plans to Scarlett."

“Once we can contact Scarlett, we can mass-produce the dolls. Then, Anne, Vera, you can get started.”

"clear."

"clear."

After Tia finished explaining all the details, she ended the ceremony. Next came Anne and Eleanor, and finally Vera concluded the entire ceremony.

After Tia woke up, she immediately went out and asked Anne to take her to Ibn Musa to retrieve her Philosopher's Stone.

After taking a short nap in her bedroom, Eleanor summoned the Royal Guard.

Bang, bang, bang! Miss Konoe politely knocked on the window a few times, then, like a koala or a bat, she appeared upside down from the relief above the window, reached out and pulled it open, pounced in, rolled around once, and rose with perfect elegance, clutching her chest as she said:

"Your Highness, what business do you have with me?"

Eleanor said, "Buy me the materials for the ceremony."

Miss Konoe took the note written by Eleanor, read it several times, and confirmed that it was indeed a regular deep-sea diving ritual, but some of the materials were too rare... Miss Konoe carefully put the note away, then opened the window again and jumped down.

Eleanor opened her mouth slightly.

Wow, that's amazing! He's like the protagonist in some chivalrous tale.

Unfortunately, Miss Konoe didn't realize that the naive princess had told her a little lie.

Eleanor does need to arrange the ceremony, but she doesn't need to buy it.

After dismissing the Royal Guard, Eleanor set up a ritual, first diving deep, and then attempting to project her soul onto the puppets of Mistmoon.

But as soon as she tried to establish a connection with the doll, she felt a wall separating her from it.

Then.

The second time, the third time... Eleanor stubbornly performed her sixteenth soul projection before finally establishing a stable link with "Frinna Bonaparte".

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At this moment.

The underground stronghold in the Cross District of Fogmoon City.

This tavern, formerly used by gangsters for smuggling, has been completely taken over by the sorcerers of the Hand of Transformation and transformed by the prophet of the Palace of Wisdom into a labyrinth node that maintains the spatial lock as its core.

The entire second floor of the tavern is covered with a massive ritual array made of gilded orogen and mithril. A Sequence 5 Displacement Scholar leads the operation of the ritual, while a Sequence 5 Prophet assists in maintaining the maze.

The prophet, who was in charge of maintaining the node, suddenly opened his eyes and said, "An external force has used the deep sea to break through the space lock and is approaching Mistmoon City."

The sorcerer in the ritual immediately asked, "Last time someone tried to pass through the spatial lock, but she escaped. Is it the same this time?"

“The spiritual fluctuations are similar, but not quite the same.”

"Tsk... It's probably those traitors from the Alchemy Society causing trouble. Let's ignore her for now." The warlock changed direction and asked, "Can we trace the source of this little thief's spirituality?"

The prophet hesitated for a moment before saying, “I can try. But I need to do a deep dive.”

The warlock waved his hand to summon several subordinates, who then prepared the materials for the deep-diving ritual.

After setting up the deep-sea ritual, the prophet began to capture the spirit that had passed through the spatial lock. On the one hand, he determined the other party's location in Mistmoon City, and on the other hand, he used the spirit's subtle traces in the deep sea, along with divination and precognitive rituals, to find the other party's origin.

But as he searched, the prophet sensed something was amiss.

The other party has clearly used some kind of soul projection ritual. He is following the trajectory of the spirit and should be finding the true form of the material world from the projection.

But how did he manage to find a depth of over 20,000 meters underwater?!

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I've written two chapters, but I'm not entirely satisfied with the second one after some revisions, so I won't post it yet.

I'll finish this at midnight tomorrow.

Chapter 404 Untitled

Inside the tavern, the warlock waited for four or five hours, but the prophet did not respond.

He leaned closer to the prophet, reached out and pried open the prophet's right eye with his fingers, and saw that the pupil had lost its luster, like a dusty mirror. He exclaimed in shock, "How can the spirituality be dissipating so quickly?!"

He then instructed the surrounding warlocks, "Immediately notify Lord Omar and Lord Sazdil! There's a problem at the Crossroads node!"

The subordinates around also realized that something was wrong.

The boundary between the material world and the deep sea within Fogmoon City was blocked by a spatial lock, preventing them from using Nightmare to quickly communicate. They hurriedly arranged a disguise ritual and went out to the port to find Omar.

Omar is Rexar's apprentice. Although he is only Sequence Six, he is only one rank lower than "Dragon Hunter" Santis and "Monk" Sazdive because he came to Mistmoon City on behalf of Rexar.

He was also in charge of the complex rituals involving the spatial locks within the city.

Upon hearing this news, Omar's brow furrowed, a bad feeling creeping over him.

After rushing to the tavern in the Cross District and personally examining the prophet's pupils, Omar's pupils contracted as he discovered the truth: "The soul is imprisoned and unable to reconnect with the body, therefore the body's spirituality is dissipating."

Just like when the brain is separated from the body, the body stops functioning and loses its ability to function.

In other words, this fifth-order prophet failed to track others and instead fell into a trap that had been set up in advance, stepping right in and his fate was uncertain.

After investigating the cause and effect, Omar immediately arranged for a carriage to take him to a detached three-story red brick building in the port, where he found Sazdewey, who was meditating.

A soul has broken through the spatial lock and entered Mistmoon City—this matter is beyond his control and must be handed over to someone who can handle it immediately.

Omar originally wanted to find a more reliable Sazdewey.

Unexpectedly, the monk had entered a deep meditation, preparing to preside over an even larger upcoming ceremony, and was unable to emerge from seclusion.

Omar had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to Santis again.

At this very moment, Santis was at the alchemy table in the workshop, grinding off red crystal fragments from the edge of the philosopher's stone, dissolving them in solvent, and pouring them into a test tube.

Upon hearing this, he frowned and said, "The infiltrated physical coordinates are at the Broken Gold River Hotel? It must be the work of the Ansu people... Just a few little rats sneaked in. The Ansu people don't have much supernatural power. You go... no, I'll handle it myself."

Omar said with some concern, "Lord Santis, the spatial lock is related to our main path to physical transformation in Mistmoon City. Should I send some more manpower and assistance to you?"

"No need—how much more is needed for the Lord to become flesh?"

"Uh, it'll probably take another four or five hundred meters."

Before he could finish speaking, Omar exclaimed in horror, "Lord Santis! You're not planning to attack the Broken Gold River Hotel, are you? If you're going to attack those Ansu people, they outnumber you, so you'd better..."

Santis picked up the Philosopher's Stone solution in his hand and interrupted, "I said I would handle it myself. I don't need any help to deal with a bunch of Anzu people."

Seeing this, Omar stopped trying to persuade him.

He also knew about the feud between Santis and the Ansu people—Lord Santis's Perfect Star Antimony was taken away by Ansu's special envoy, Tia Sulph!

If Santis really takes action, the Anzus will definitely be out of the picture.

This dragon hunter, who has already mastered the art of the Antimony Sorcerer, would not be afraid to face any Saint head-on. Although he has lost his trump card, the Perfect Star Antimony, and has lost his great weapon to threaten the Saint, he can still entangle with him for a long time without being defeated.

And what about Ansu?

Ansu has hardly any Saints, let alone any they send out. As far as he knows, the Broken Gold River Hotel, which is essentially an "embassy," has very few even at the Sequence Five level.

Their saints are just like the Imperial fleet.

All that's left is its existence.

Omar silently prayed that Santis would have a successful trip, then hurriedly went downstairs, boarded the carriage, and left the port to go to the Cross District to discuss the matter of reinforcing the deep-sea barrier.

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Inside the Broken Gold River Hotel, the overseas agents and aid priests from the Anti-Suppression Bureau also vaguely noticed the anomalies in Fog Moon City.

—They haven't had normal contact with Silver Castle for a long time.

Therefore, when it was discovered that "Furnessa Bonaparte," who used to frequently associate with Ms. Bernice, had suddenly woken up and appeared in the Grand Hotel, and even specifically requested that the church and the Anti-Suppression Bureau send people, the church immediately sent Pastor Harker, and the Anti-Suppression Bureau also sent a specialist to contact "Furnessa Bonaparte."

However, for Reverend Hack, something was amiss.

In a suite on the third floor of the grand hotel, Eleanor, still adjusting to her new body, sat in a chair with a stern face. She didn't recognize the chubby pastor in front of her, who resembled a Dali Garden soft loaf of bread, and bluntly spoke in a robotic voice, "I am Fernina Bonaparte, Bishop Matthew."

Hark was taken aback, then nodded and said, "Your Excellency Bonaparte, I am Hark of the Church."

“Bishop Harker…”

This was due to Eleanor's lack of experience—she had met more bishops than priests, and subconsciously addressed them as bishops.

Hark blushed and quickly said, "I'm still a priest. My extraordinary sequence and resume aren't enough. I haven't been awarded the Silver Crown this year..."

"Pastor Hack."

“By the Father of all things, Your Excellency Bonaparte, you are right. But Miss Bonaparte, what’s wrong with you? I remember that not long ago I came to the embassy on behalf of the church to express my condolences to you, and at that time I asked the special envoy Miss Tia and Miss Anne of the Mercury family to convey my blessings to you.”

Hark asked worriedly, "As a superhuman, have you been contaminated in some way? If necessary, please come to the church to have a look."

"..."

Eleanor's mind went blank for a moment, making her look a little dazed, like a squirrel perched in a tree, clutching a pine cone and lost in thought. But Eleanor quickly found a suitable reason and bluntly stated:

"I've been indulging in too much sex with Tia at White Sand Manor lately. So my memory isn't very good. That's all."

Hack: "......"

How can such things be said openly and honestly?! And how come there's also the matter of Special Envoy Sulph and White Sand Manor?!

He must remember that White Sands was a royal residence!

Thinking about this, Huck felt a chill run down his spine, broke out in a cold sweat, and was shocked by how chaotic the entertainment industry was. He dared not utter a word.

There was a moment of silence, then Huck quickly said, "Your Excellency Bonaparte, please tell me why you specifically asked me to come here."

Eleanor's eyes lit up; remembering the important matter, she nodded and said:

"Oh, I remember now."

"Please keep everything I am about to say a secret and then pass it on to Governor Scarlett of the City Hall, Reverend Matthew."

"Understood, Your Excellency! But my name is Hack..."

“Oh, Bishop Harker.”

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Two more chapters tonight

Chapter 405 Perpetrators often return to the scene.

Eleanor finished relaying everything Tia had asked her to convey, and Reverend Harker immediately perked up, grabbing his pen to quickly jot down the key points.

The details were brief, merely stating that Scarlett O'Hara of Mistmoon City needed his cooperation in crafting alchemical dolls. Simultaneously, in the name of Funina Bonaparte, they were tasked with combating the frequent violent incidents occurring within Mistmoon City.