Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

This is not over yet.

Eleanor got up and ran to her bedroom, took out her paintbrush and drawing board, and quickly sketched a draft of the ritual with a pencil.

Hack looked at the sketch and made a simple judgment based on his experience:

The direction of the ritual and the symbolic patterns seem to involve "projection," "deep diving," and "the deep sea." This was probably intended for alchemical dolls.

Harker didn't understand why Lord Bonaparte had suddenly entrusted Scarlett with the production of alchemical dolls, but he carefully hid the sketch in his pocket, hesitated for a moment, and then asked:

"Your Excellency Bonaparte, is there some major unrest in the city?"

Eleanor paused for a moment, then mimicked Tia and Albert's vague statements, saying, "Everything is under control."

"Phew, that's good. Thank you."

Hack rose and respectfully took his leave. He went downstairs and hailed a carriage. He checked the boiler and the bottom of the carriage several times, and then performed a ritual to detect the spies before heading to Tower Street.

The Tower Street was not peaceful during this period. First, there was a bombing at the Ministry of the Interior, then a member of parliament died at Fontaine Palace, and even a sudden bombing occurred at the chapel of St. Pansen University—Jeremiah's residence. As a result, Scarlett had to declare a state of emergency in the Fontaine Palace and Tower districts, and the Silver Knights took over the two districts.

Along the way, Hak didn't see many cars, and there weren't many pedestrians either. Occasionally, he would see people accompanied by guards or bodyguards.

Fortunately, nothing happened along the way.

Harker sent the message and sketches to the city hall, and Scarlett immediately summoned her adjutant and then convened a meeting of the alchemists at the city hall to discuss the creation of alchemical dolls.

For the seasoned sorcerers of the Alchemy Society, creating a Sequence 7 alchemical doll was not a difficult transcendental ritual; the biggest problem was simply the large amount of sacred wood and gold required.

Scarlett can handle all of these.

As long as the materials are available and there is sufficient manpower, the production of alchemical dolls can be directly put into the assembly line stage, and the first batch of more than ten dolls can be completed in just three to five days.

Then, as long as the projection ritual on the doll is completed, and Eleanor performs a simultaneous projection ritual in Newport, finally projecting her soul onto the doll, she can become the "Eleanor Server Main Unit".

Then Vera and Anne can use rituals such as sharing their five senses, telepathic connections, and the pollution pool to ride the "Eleanor" and manipulate the puppets, further breaking the space lock.

After that, Holly, and even Freya, Brenna, and other spirits that Tia can trust, can enter the arena.

Just like the endless Douglas, the endless Lindenwan.

This is the infinite Bonaparte.

This is what Tia planned – “to bloom everywhere”.

These were all hidden details, which Eleanor did not explain to Hack in detail, but Scarlett had already realized Tia's plan when she heard that Tia needed to mass-produce dolls.

As for Hack—this pastor, who has worked at the grassroots level for many years, naturally lacks foresight due to a lack of information.

He was just glad that nothing happened on the road.

Rumble!

The wheels rolled over the streets of the castle district, and we were already not far from the Broken Gold River.

The driver, an officer from the Anti-Suppression Bureau, had sweaty palms. Seeing the Grand Hotel almost in sight, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to the person behind him, "Mr. Hark, we're almost at the Grand Hotel. Would you like to go there, or should I take you to the church?"

"Just take me to the hotel."

Huck opened the car window and saw that the Broken Gold River was indeed reflected in the distance with shimmering waves. The cold winter wind blew into the car and made Huck shiver.

But before he could even pull up his collar to keep warm, the carriage beneath him, which was moving at high speed, suddenly tilted to the left, and Huck's head nearly hit the wall.

He had just turned around, leaning against the wall of the carriage, when he saw in the distance:

—It was a sudden explosion, and flames and smoke rose abruptly.

On the third floor of the tall, reinforced concrete building standing on the banks of the Broken Gold River, a massive explosion occurred with a deafening roar, sending flames soaring into the sky.

The west wall on the third floor was instantly blown open, and then the water pipes on the outside also exploded, causing the upper structure to collapse.

In an instant, a layer of gray smoke filled the sky, and amidst the shock, screams and cries for help rose and fell from the streets.

Hack gasped in shock.

Even the commissioner who was driving the carriage was stunned for a moment, and the galloping horses gradually stopped.

Without a doubt... the incident occurred at the Suijinhe Hotel, the stronghold of the Ansu people.

But what kind of audacious madman would carry out such a massive explosion on the Broken Gold River Hotel?

But if he remembers correctly:

The explosion occurred right in the suite where Frynn Bonaparte was staying!

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

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Half an hour later, led by a Grand Knight Commander of Sequence Four, dozens of Silver Knights quickly cordoned off the scene of the incident.

The grand hotel standing on the riverbank looked like an apple with a bite taken out of it; the east side was still intact, while the west side was in ruins.

The church pastor and hospital doctors carried the survivors onto stretchers, while the nuns provided emergency treatment to the seriously injured.

Police from the Castle District arrived quickly, and Chief Willie's expression was uncertain.

Superintendent Weasley, who was in charge of the scene, followed closely behind and whispered, "Chief, the explosion happened very suddenly."

"Enough with the nonsense! I just want to know if this is the work of the Transformation Hand?! Their commotion has killed Frinina Bonaparte!"

“That’s probably true…” Weasley followed closely behind Willie, and couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, “But you mean the Great Protector?!”

"Damn it, if it weren't for her Knights Order, would she have mobilized the Grand Knight Commander?! Even Scarlett O'Hara and the Ministry of the Interior were alarmed!"

Willie cursed angrily, saying, "The hospital's examination confirmed that Bonaparte was at the epicenter of the explosion. Those bastards were after Bonaparte, just like Minister Kamas was last time!"

"The only problem is that Minister Kamas is a Sequence 5 expert in explosive protection flags, while Bonaparte is only a Sequence 7!"

Weasley inquired, "So, that means..."

"That's right! Bonaparte is really dead!"

Just as Willie finished cursing, he suddenly looked up and saw Weasley in front of him, frowning and directing the police to lift the stretcher and put the wounded into the carriage.

Since Weasley was always in front, then what was behind him...?

Willie's heart stopped. He turned around, but saw only emptiness; there was no trace of him behind him.

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Chapter 406 There's a lion in its eyes~

The weather today was clearly not as good as the past few days. Dark clouds had rolled over the horizon, and the morning was gloomy. The only good thing was that the morning fog was blown away by the north wind.

But what followed was a pervasive dampness that seeped into the bones.

In the past, Willie would have cursed a few times and then smoked a cigarette to get rid of the dampness.

But now, the bureau chief's brows were furrowed as he paced anxiously beside the marble pillars in the lobby of the city hall.

When the city hall secretary came downstairs, you could even see that Willie's temples and forehead were soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat rolled down to the corners of his mouth.

The secretary quickly walked up to Willie and whispered, "Director, please come with me. Scarlett has finished dealing with the matter."

Willie's brow finally relaxed a little. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and immediately followed the secretary.

Upon reaching the second floor, I turned the corner and walked to the consul's private office.

The secretary opened the door for Willie, and after the director entered, carefully closed the door and stood motionless outside.

In the office.

Scarlett, who was handling the pile of documents with increasing ease, looked up and saw Chief Willie's gloomy face, which was filled with anxiety.

"Scarlett is in power! You summoned me here because..."

"Frinne Bonaparte was killed in the explosion."

really!

Willie had anticipated this. He sat weakly on the sofa and said in a hoarse voice, "With Scarlett in charge, please do help His Excellency Bonaparte with this matter! She's a good person, you know that. She not only helped me, but she's also a genuinely good person. She even helped the girl from the newspaper with her case before! Forgive my bluntness, but there aren't many people like her in Mistmoon City."

"And the Hand of Transformation went too far this time! It directly blew up the Broken Gold River Hotel, causing the deaths of Bonaparte and many others! My wife almost cried when she heard about it. Father of all things, I don't believe in God, but now I'm even thinking of going to church to pray."

Scarlett's composure surprised Willie; she remained remarkably calm. "If you'd like to go, you can make time to go sometime."

"No, I mean, sigh!"

Scarlett said sincerely, "If you feel that the Holy Church is not working, I also know priests of the dualistic faith of the Celestial Empire, imams of Eastern heretical beliefs, Druids of the woodland who worship nature, shamans of the Great Icefield who believe in ancestor worship and animism, and I can even find bald monks in the Far East. If all else fails, I also know the gods of the deep sea. Although they may be a bit supernatural, they are very useful."

Willie's melancholy mood was instantly dispelled, and he said helplessly, "With Scarlett in charge, please stop teasing me. I wanted to talk about the High Protector; the Hand of Transformation has become so rampant that it dares to create an explosion of this magnitude!"

"They must be plotting something shady. With Scarlett in power, this is unlikely to be a civil war that starts overnight; no one can remain uninvolved!"

Scarlett nodded and said, "So I plan to hold a funeral for the Great Guardian."

"Funeral...you mean funeral?"

Willie was momentarily stunned.

Scarlett said, “Although it may seem abrupt, I think it’s necessary to give the Guardian a dignified funeral. We also need to use this funeral to calm the panic as much as possible and unite against the rebels. I think this is what the Great Guardian was committed to accomplishing during her lifetime.”

Of course, there's one more thing—

The funeral was intended to bring about the miracle of Funina Bonaparte's "resurrection."

The dead cannot be brought back to life; this is an ironclad rule in the supernatural world, and even someone as powerful as Ulrich cannot violate it.

If she really did "come back to life," the only possibility is that she was never truly dead in the first place.

However, the general public is unaware of this extraordinary secret that is not publicly proclaimed, and even if they do know about it, they generally ignore it as heresy.

Even the most atheistic Iris people often fantasize about a heavenly afterlife where they can reunite with their loved ones after death.

This is human nature.

This is also one of the important reasons why the Church was able to rebuild in the Iris. When the public witnessed the miracle of the Great Guardian rising from the coffin, they were naturally inspired and even regarded Bonaparte as a chosen one like "Knight King Rudd" or "Saint Charles Domrémy".

Once this idea takes hold, coupled with the immortal Bonaparte, Tia and Scarlett's goal will be achieved.

Therefore, the church still needs to act as the atmosphere group to participate in this grand funeral.

Scarlett said, "I think it would be best to hold this funeral on the ruins of the Grand Hotel in the Castle District. It would also be a good opportunity to have the funeral together with the suffering Anzu people. We would also like to request the participation of the Holy Church."

"Chief Willie, what are your thoughts?"

Willie had no objections.

Irises definitely need a grand commemorative event to soothe the emotions.

But he worried, "A funeral is good. But those traitors of the Hand of Transformation, those traitors! If they find out about this, they might cause even more trouble! Especially since so many dignitaries are attending this funeral!"

As he spoke, Willie slammed his fist on the sofa and said, "Scarlett is in charge! We can't just sit here and wait to die. What on earth is going on in Fogmoon City! Minister Kamas is still unconscious from his serious injuries, and President Jeremiah hasn't responded yet. Those traitors are not like Durant at all; they want to completely crush us. We have to save ourselves!"

"Of course. You're right, Director."

Crackle, crackle.

It had started to drizzle outside, and the raindrops hitting the balcony mingled with Scarlett's voice.

Scarlett has completely shed her former naiveté; in its place lies a composed, earnest, and convincing face beneath her wide-brimmed hat.

“Chief Willie, please go back to your work! I assure you, on the last word of the Great Protector Frinina Bonaparte, everything will be alright.”

Willie looked at Scarlett, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to trust her.

"So, you want to...?"

Scarlett stood up. Behind her, outside the floor-to-ceiling glass doors of the balcony in the distance, the rain was still getting heavier, lashing against the glass and blurring the office behind her.

Scarlett adjusted her peaked hat, her flaxen hair swaying slightly. Then she took the cavalry saber from her waist and handed it to Willie.

Willie was stunned.

This cavalry saber was originally taken by Bonaparte, but he was too embarrassed to keep it and gave it to Bonaparte for his collection. Unexpectedly, it ended up back in his hands.

Scarlett's light brown eyes, like those of a lion, shone brightly as she declared firmly, "I have already contacted Golden Moon Bay and President Jeremiah. This is a grand funeral, and also a complete declaration of war by the City Hall of Fogmoon City, the Ministry of the Interior, and the entire Alchemy Society against the traitorous Hand of Transformation."

“I will not be attending the funeral, Mr. Commissioner, but please give my regards to the Hand of Transformation for Scarlett Lane!”

Chapter 407 He's alive! He's alive!

Splash! Splash!

Just as the astrologists and meteorologists at the observatory had predicted, the cold air mass, carrying damp moisture, arrived at Mistmoon City on time as it crossed the Cloud Valley, bringing with it a torrential downpour that was expected to last for a considerable period of time.