Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

At least two days have passed, and the torrential rain shows no signs of abating.

Outside the window, a torrential downpour was falling, with raindrops the size of bullets pelting the ground, drowning out the noise of rolling wheels and footsteps inside the hospital.

The morgue was lit by a stark white light. The nurse pushing the cart hurriedly stopped it. In her haste, the cart carrying the body wobbled slightly, and a corner of the white drape slipped off.

The nurses glanced over casually and exclaimed in surprise, "This body is so well-preserved... Wait, isn't this Miss Funina Bonaparte?!"

The girl lying flat was very composed, with her long, white-streaked hair falling behind her, and her white shirt and gradient dark blue trailing dress were very stylish.

The nurses recognized him immediately.

Upon seeing that it was Bonaparte, the nurses couldn't help but sigh for a moment, but they didn't think much of it.

Although the body is quite intact—it doesn't necessarily mean it's Miss Bonaparte herself!

They heard that the bombing at the Broken Gold Riverside Hotel was quite shocking, and it was uncertain whether Miss Bonaparte's body was even still there! This must have been an alchemical doll specially made for her by the alchemists, so that it would be more dignified when people paid their respects.

"Alright, alright, hurry up and finish unloading, there are still several trucks behind us. We also need to transport the bodies to the Broken Gold River later. Sigh, so many people have died lately..."

"Is something going to happen in Mistmoon City? I've seen the Fontaine Palace and Tower districts under martial law for several days now..."

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense, I want to work a few more days."

"Mine, mine."

The nurses chatted and laughed for a while before leaving the morgue. After closing the door for a moment, a cold wind blew the cover open, revealing Bonaparte's face.

Then, on the morgue cart, the doll lay motionless on the board, and the morgue fell silent, with only the water stains on the windows becoming more and more concentrated.

A flash of lightning streaked across the scene, followed by a deafening clap of thunder, and the electric light instantly illuminated most of the morgue.

The doll's face was also illuminated on one side.

The lightning disappeared, and the morgue fell into darkness again, with Bonaparte disappearing into the shadows once more.

In the morgue corridor, Santis, dressed in a black trench coat, walked with satisfaction through the hospital's main entrance and then opened his black umbrella.

He had previously made two confirmations.

The explosion was carried out once, but it was too powerful, and he couldn't possibly be in the center. He could only observe with the naked eye and through ritual that there were no survivors in Funina Bonaparte's room.

They then returned to the crime scene and got the truth out of Willie.

This was the third confirmation; he was certain that he could not find any entity in Mistmoon City that matched the spirituality he had discovered that day.

Regardless of the origin of the spirit that landed in Fernina Bonaparte's room that day, it was completely engulfed by his Star-Antimony Explosion, just like the Great Protector.

In a better scenario, the other party might urgently immerse themselves in the deep sea to escape the pollution.

If things go worse, then we'll probably have to go with this Great Guardian to report to King Rudd.

Santis whistled twice under his umbrella and chuckled in the rain, "A funeral... Once the chaos escalates a bit more, Bloodthorn's ritual will probably be almost ready. Let them live on and dream for a while longer."

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Splash!

The torrential rain subsided slightly during the night, but by dawn, it suddenly intensified again, pouring down and threatening to turn Fogmoon City into a vast ocean.

On the banks of the Broken Gold River, the concert hall diagonally opposite the hotel ruins has been temporarily requisitioned. Outside this marble building, horse-drawn carriages line both sides of the street, and black umbrellas flutter in the wind in the rain.

The Interior Ministry sent Deputy Minister Scanlan. The Constitutional Council should have been most suitable for Marne, but he went to Golden Moon Bay.

Therefore, the one who will arrive at the Internal Affairs Council is Count Farnas from the Kingdom era.

The two were filled with emotion upon meeting.

The last time they met like this was at Brigitte Montlima's funeral, where they were moved by Bonaparte's condolences.

I never imagined that our next meeting would be at Bonaparte's funeral!

Next to arrive was Abel Montellima, the younger of the Montellima family's patriarchal brothers.

Abel didn't want to attend the funeral—the last time they cooperated with the prophets, although their home wasn't directly raided by the Ministry of the Interior, the Ministry of the Interior had still openly and covertly suppressed their family's businesses.

In other words, the vast majority of people at this funeral didn't get along with him!

Even when he heard that Bonaparte had died, he was not saddened, worried, or even shocked; he was more overjoyed.

The personal relationship between Bonaparte and Brigitte was widely known in Mistmoon City.

So when Bonaparte died in the explosion, the brothers Abel and Leo were overjoyed, finally feeling that something good had happened to them.

As soon as the three arrived at the archway of the concert hall, Willie, accompanied by guards, escorted them to the funeral site.

Abel followed behind Willie with his entourage, forcibly suppressing his smile when he saw the somber expressions on the faces of the two important figures, Scanlan and Fanas.

Bonaparte is dead. Bonaparte is dead.

This is a good thing!

Although we might say we're not very united, the iris flower has never been a united nation to begin with.

Abel was unaware of the turmoil that Mistmoon City was currently in—in fact, they possessed quite a bit of intelligence, such as the spatial lock of Mistmoon City, Jeremiah who was delayed in returning, and the Transformation Hand hidden within the city.

They even came into contact with the Hand of Transformation and the Prophet.

However, their thinking has its inertia—the two of them, because Brigitte was keeping them in check, were not qualified to participate deeply at all, and only felt that they handled things very smoothly.

Therefore, they also regarded the current crisis in Mistmoon City as a continuation of the two "light" events: the civil war and the potion incident.

Besides—even if something really goes wrong, so what?

At worst, the Ministry of the Interior will collapse, but the Montreal family can provide jobs and positions, that's their passport.

Abel forced a smile to hide his embarrassment and followed Willie to the main theater of the concert hall.

A tall altar-like platform has been erected on the theater stage, with a coffin in the center, surrounded by the church choir and vocal ensemble.

But at this moment there were no ethereal, sacred human voices, only the gentle, soft, and tranquil sound of violins.

Deputy Minister Scanlan and Count Farnas offered their condolences.

Then it was the Montreal family's turn.

Abel didn't mind offering some solace to the dead—who would argue with the dead?

He had just arrived at the altar and was about to offer his words when he suddenly heard a series of cracking sounds.

“Lord Bonaparte, I, the Great Guardian of the Iris, am my sister Brigitte…”

Snap! Snap!

The sound grew louder and louder. Abel wanted to say a few more words, but upon hearing the sound, he couldn't help but look up and frown, then froze.

Upon closer inspection—

"What's going on? What's going on?! Priest! There's something wrong with the coffin!"

boom!

With a muffled thud, the heavy wooden coffin lid flew through the air.

The choir, the vocal ensemble, and the dignitaries and political figures in the theater were all dumbfounded—nothing more than Bonaparte rising from his coffin!

Inside the coffin, the white-haired girl with dyed highlights sat up and looked at the guests in the hall, completely bewildered.

This isn't right!

Eleanor didn't tell her that after she projected her soul onto the iris, it was in the funeral hall!

Chapter 408 Trap of Trap

Fogmoon City, Port District Docks, Temporary Outpost of the Hand of Transformation.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and there were almost no vehicles or pedestrians on the streets. On the contrary, the Silver Knights were increasing their patrol intensity. Therefore, Omar Sera did not dare to send people to other strongholds rashly and could only risk communicating by phone.

The entire second floor of the stronghold was filled with busy telephone operators and alchemists recording important ritual details.

"Node 3 in the cross zone is normal, node 4 is normal... node 1 in the plaza zone is normal, node 2 was detected as abnormal ten minutes ago!"

"Inform Lord Omar immediately!"

The message was relayed to Omar, who rushed upstairs and was greeted by a warlock who said, "The deep-sea barrier at node number two in the Plaza area has been breached, and the spirit is exactly the same as last time. The location is still at the Broken Gold River Hotel in the Castle District, but slightly shifted to the south."

"Damn it... Santis probably didn't take care of her."

Omar muttered a few words and said, "I will report this matter to Lord Santis truthfully. You should keep a close eye on it."

"understand!"

The warlocks lowered their heads and continued their work.

Omar then turned and went upstairs. The third floor was Santis's workshop and living quarters. As for Sazdive, he was outside the city, partly for the quieter environment to meditate, and partly for the convenience of contacting the Nara Legion further north.

But as soon as Omar went upstairs, he saw that Sazdal was already awake and there.

Sazdive, sitting on the sofa, said to Santis, "The two legions from the north are estimated to arrive a few days later. Fortunately, the downpour has lasted long enough to provide them with some necessary cover."

Santis said with dissatisfaction, "Postponed? Didn't we already urge them to head south?"

"They were discovered by White Deer Fortress and forced to relocate, abandoning their fleet. They are now trying to use the dwarves' border from the northeast. The cold front has already reached that area, enough to allow them to enter Iris territory."

"How audacious! Isn't that girl afraid of provoking the dwarves as well?"

"Just a bunch of loose sand."

"That's true. But Sazdal, you didn't come here to talk about this, did you?"

"Bloodwine and Hojir have arrived at Golden Moon Bay. They want to launch a counterattack, and the Silver Mist Borderlands are also involved."

Sazdive paused, raised his hand and waved to Omar, gesturing for him to sit down, and said, "Today I will complete the ascension of the Bloodthorn and arrange for the Lord's incarnation."

Omar suddenly felt a little flustered. "Lord Sazdilwe, but we're still a distance away, about seven or eight hundred meters. Thanks to Lord Santis, he blew up the Ansu Embassy on the banks of the Shattered Gold River and killed the High Guardian, directly raising the depth of the Bloodthorn from nine thousand four hundred meters to eight thousand eight hundred meters..."

"The Philosopher's Stone".

"The Philosopher's Stone is mine, Sazdal! You want to use the Philosopher's Stone to lower the level of reality? I won't allow it."

Santis narrowed his eyes, looking somewhat displeased.

Sazdil said calmly, "Tia Sulph is about to set off for Mistmoon City. She must have obtained the secret text from Ulrich's Sanctuary. Use the Philosopher's Stone on Bloodthorn. I'll help you with the secret text."

What Santis needed was not the Philosopher's Stone, but the "origin of knowledge." With the loss of his Protostar Antimony, the Philosopher's Stone became utterly meaningless, nothing more than a precious supernatural artifact.

But the secret manual was exactly what he needed.

Santis glanced at Sazdive a few times and snorted, "At least you're sincere."

Seeing that the argument between the two had finally ended, Omar cautiously said:

"Your Excellencies, the nodes in the plaza area have just reported to the Central Command that a soul has passed through the deep-sea barrier, just like last time."

"Heh. Looks like he's really not afraid of death..."

Santis chuckled a few times and said, "It seems the death of Bonaparte alone isn't enough to intimidate them. What kind of funeral is the Ministry of the Interior planning this time?"

Omar exclaimed in surprise, "You mean...?"

Santis said, "That's exactly what you think. Well, maybe this time I won't even need to use the Philosopher's Stone."

As soon as the voice faded, Santis got up, picked up his umbrella from the fireplace, and went straight downstairs.

In the living room on the third floor, Omar looked at Sazdive, then lowered his head and said worriedly, "Lord Sazdive, isn't it a bit dangerous for Santis to do this?"

Sazdil was drinking tea. After taking a sip, he said, "It's alright. It's good for him to learn a lesson. Go and get on with your work."

"Okay, okay!"

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

The coachmen and their entourages on the street were all holding black umbrellas, forming a dense, dark mass, so much so that Santis's sudden appearance among them didn't seem out of place at all.

Santis glanced at the badges on the carriage and was immediately satisfied.

Quite a few important figures came.

It would be difficult for him to take over the whole place. The Ministry of the Interior isn't stupid; it's impossible for them to just leave such a group of political figures here and ignore them.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, there should be at least three Sequence Four guards here.

It's probably impossible to have more than that—each of the nine districts of Mistmoon City needs at least one Sequence 4 to oversee the city, coordinate with the police and Silver Knights, otherwise it's easy for the sorcerers of the Hand of Transformation to cause trouble without them even noticing.

As a result, very few people were able to attend the funeral in the castle district, which is why Deputy Minister Scanlan came to pay his respects—he was only Sequence Five, so he didn't have to stay in one place.

Santis, holding an umbrella, found a short female guard—this guard had white hair, no muscles or lethality, and looked more like a canary kept by some important person than a professional guard.