Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Although the artillery participated in corps operations, it was not subordinate to them, but was directly dispatched and commanded by the highest level of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The so-called highest level refers to the highest minister of the Ministry of the Interior, the minister of the Ministry of Defense, and the Brumaire government.

This is not difficult to solve.

Tia said, "Scarlett signed the order to mobilize the artillery corps before she took office. Although communication has not been fully restored, it can be confirmed through the Knights' ceremony."

Grand Master Hogel nodded slightly, indicating that the matter was now in the hands of the Knights.

Tia tapped lightly on the banquet table. "In that case, Blood Wine Master, you will be in charge of keeping Sazdive occupied. Grand Master Hogel will be in charge of directing the Silver Knights and the attending sorcerers to clear out the rebel forces in Mistmoon City as quickly as possible while keeping Sazdive occupied. I will deal with Santis."

The military doesn't need their interference. The military has its own way of fighting, and unlike the superhumans, Tia doesn't like outsiders meddling with insiders.

It would have been far better to hand it over to well-trained generals and officers than for her to micromanage the machine gun position by moving it five centimeters to the east.

To avoid losing 800 to 100,000—well, that might be considered a "grand miracle"...

There wasn't much left for Tia to participate in; everyone present was influential and experienced, so she mainly provided advice on the specific battle plan.

After today's banquet ends, 22 hours later, forces will be mobilized to go to Mistmoon City to prepare to completely eliminate the rebels together with the forces within Mistmoon City.

With the battle plan roughly finalized, Tia took her leave.

Although a major battle is imminent, like the calm before the storm, we are now enjoying a rare moment of respite in our daily lives.

Tia has never worried too much about the future.

Worrying unnecessarily will only make you lose confidence.

—There are still at least twenty-two hours left, aren't there?

She was on her way to the council chamber next door to find Anne when she saw Vera walking towards her carrying a long box.

Upon seeing Tia, Vera paused, then approached her with the box in her arms and said, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, I have something to give you."

Tia still didn't understand what it was.

As a result, Vera dragged her upstairs to her bedroom, where Tia saw Vera open the box. Inside the shockproof compartment lay a walking stick that was a full 1.3 or 1.4 meters tall and wrapped in thick burlap.

It looks familiar.

Tia rubbed her eyes, and waited for Vera to unwrap the linen wrapped around her cane. Underneath was a silver-plated cane slightly thicker than a thumb, with silver bands at both ends of the top. In the middle was a carefully embossed cross, and the silver bands extended outwards, topped with a flat white crystal.

From an artistic point of view, it's not particularly beautiful; it has a kind of ancient, unrefined beauty.

Actually, they're pretty much the same.

Tia couldn't help but exclaim, "Isn't that the one that old man Peter had in his hand?"

Saint Simon's Edict—Tia remembered the name of this scepter.

Vera chuckled and boasted, "Yes, the Pope thought I would only make things worse for you, so he simply had me bring the Edict of Saint-Simon. This scepter is much more useful than me."

Vera is definitely an optimist, even when called a weakling, she can still brag about it.

Tia asked, puzzled, "How so? I feel like you're quite useful."

Vera opened her mouth slightly, inexplicably moved.

She hesitated for a moment, then explained, "Actually, this scepter isn't very useful; it can only help you block one fatal blow. But since you're going to fight the Dragon Hunters, it will definitely be very useful."

Tia suddenly realized, "I see, then it really is much more useful than you."

Vera: "......"

Damn it, all that emotion for nothing.

However, Peter did mean well, and Tia was grateful.

She never gave Peter a single real item!

Unexpectedly, the old Pope simply gave her his scepter... It's just that the gems on the scepter have some flaws, and it looks like they were just put on, with no signs of use.

It's probably because it was well preserved!

Sigh, I should repay kindness. Next time I'm giving him a fake antique, I'll make it look more authentic.

But just as Tia was about to take it, Vera immediately sealed the scepter.

"???"

Wasn't it for me?

Vera said seriously, "This belongs to the Holy Church. I'm lending it to you for now. I'll return it to you when you've used it. Otherwise, what if it gets bumped or broken? Will you pay for it?"

Tia said, "This is a genuine sacred object, isn't it? I don't have that much money."

"That's it! Neither of us has the money to pay compensation, what are we going to do? Are we supposed to go sell our bodies to Eleanor and Anne?"

That's what I meant.

The beautiful girl was speechless.

Tia waved goodbye, too lazy to pay attention to the red-haired little nun, and continued her stroll downstairs to the council hall.

When they arrived at the council chamber, Anne wasn't there; only Evelyn kept glancing at her watch, waiting for her.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Anne worked in Eben's workshop.

Eben has now left Golden Moon Bay, and Tia doesn't know where he went, but the workshop left Anne with it as her wages for helping to acquire the Philosopher's Stone these past few days.

—That's a really high salary.

When she and Evelyn arrived at the workshop, Tia saw Annie preparing potions at the alchemy table.

Tia immediately recognized the ingredients of the potion.

"Twin Serpent Eyes?"

This is indeed a good thing. Although quick healing is a very common ritual, it really works.

Moreover, to be fair, the potion concocted from these two twin serpent eyes is almost equivalent to a Sequence 3 rapid healing in terms of efficacy alone. At this level, even the most common rituals become incredibly rare.

And Tia really does need it.

Annie's fingers loosened slightly as she held the test tube, somewhat surprised: "Amazing! How did you recognize it?"

"Because I read a lot of books."

"I read a lot of books too, but not as much as you, Tia."

"Just read more. Next time I'm reading at the library, I'll invite you, Annie, to come with me. The library at Golden Moon Bay is quite nice."

"Okay. I remember there's a cake shop nearby. They're really delicious, I'll buy you some, you can't refuse."

Evelyn coughed a few times as she watched the two of them getting more and more affectionate in their conversation.

Anne frowned and said, "Evelyn, what are you doing?"

Evelyn is injured—does she not even call her sister anymore?

But the head maid was very professional and respectfully asked, "Young Miss, is your medicine almost ready?"

The medicine is indeed almost ready.

—At this moment, after much hesitation, Santis poured the Philosopher's Stone solution in his hand into the engraved patterns of the ritual array.

Chapter 417 Heading Towards the City of Fog and Moon

—Splash!

As lightning flashed, the massive and complex mithril ritual array engraved on the floor instantly shone brightly.

Under the watchful eyes of the twelve alchemists with the Transformation Hands and Omar Sera.

Without hesitation, Santis poured the entire vial of Philosopher's Stone solution into the ritual patterns.

The four-centimeter-deep grooves were originally filled with an oily, transparent extract.

At this moment, the Philosopher's Stone dripped down, like extremely thick red ink falling into clear water, instantly spreading and staining the entire ritual array blood red.

A chilling sense of danger crept up Omar and the warlocks' backs, raising goosebumps.

—The deep sea is rising.

No, to be precise, reality is sinking. It's like an isolated island at sea suddenly collapsing, with seawater flooding in from all sides.

Omar, in particular, whose perception was especially keen as he was taken in as an apprentice by Rexar because of his outstanding perception and spirituality.

The viscous, thick feeling of seawater, like concentrated yogurt, had spread throughout my body, slowly flowing through every crevice.

immediately--

A light mist rose from the ceremony room, and then the three-story red brick building located at the port dock was also shrouded in mist.

Omar held his breath and looked out the window, only to see that the fog had already enveloped the street.

The fog is spreading.

Then, a strange mist suddenly rose from the streets in front of the dock and the huge port.

Pedestrians on the street, laborers on the dock, merchants running shops, and sailors chatting and joking in taverns were completely unaware of this.

Fogmoon City is naturally foggy. Although the recent torrential rains and fog are somewhat strange, who cares?

As for why I feel a little dizzy, unwell, and sleepy—it's probably because I drank too much alcohol/worked too hard/ate too much in the morning/indulged in too much sex.

Thoughts have inertia.

Inside the ceremony room, Santis carefully put away the vial of potion.

By causing the actual subsidence of an area within a radius of 40 kilometers to be 3200 meters, nearly half of his philosopher's stone solution was used up!

And the source of all this.

It was all because of "Frinna Bonaparte" who suddenly barged into Mistmoon City that day!

This Bonaparte is nothing short of a shameless robber, thief, and thug! An insatiable devil!

Santis rushed into the funeral and discovered her true identity.

For three days, this alchemical puppet, disguised as a real person, relentlessly opposed the sorcerer of the Hand of Transformation and the prophets of the Palace of Wisdom.

It was fine at first.

The Ministry of the Interior and the City Hall could only mobilize limited forces. Even if Bonaparte, a Sequence 7 general, brought a bunch of Silver Knights, he could only damage some nodes at most, with minimal casualties—some nodes weren't even damaged much. Instead, all the stored wine was stolen.

This is a simple problem – just start a backup node and then transfer the personnel.

These thugs didn't even discover the point where the Lord became flesh, so they can't affect the overall situation.

But things escalated further afterward.

Two Bonapartes, four Bonapartes, eight Bonapartes, and two days later, more than thirty Bonapartes appeared at the same time.

Even if those ox-horse sorcerers were squeezed dry, they could still produce so many puppets.

But when did those Ansu people become so generous, allowing so many of their own to bear the soul pollution and project their souls into Mistmoon City?!

Today there are over a hundred Bonapartes. Even many free superhumans in Mistmoon City who are not affiliated with the Ministry of Internal Affairs, because they can't stand the Hand of Transformation, have also started calling themselves Bonapartes to cause them trouble.

Time is running out for them.

Santis took a deep breath, feeling the spiritual boost that the rising sea level brought him, and said, "Now I have fulfilled my promise to use the Philosopher's Stone to sink reality! Omar, when will the Incarnation of the Lord begin?"

The hooded young man, still somewhat green, was dazed by the impact of the deep sea. He awoke with a start and said:

"We can begin now."

"Start immediately!"

　"understand!"

“Sazdilweg is going to take charge of controlling Bloodthorn, humph, Bonaparte… I’ll handle the City Hall. That Mist Moon ruler has done a lot of work on this.” Santis calmed himself down, but still felt a pang of heartache: My Philosopher’s Stone!

But Omar quickly stopped him and whispered a reminder:

“Your Excellency, I will handle things at the city hall. Please proceed to Redhill Town outside the city; a train is approaching from there. Their target is Mistmoon City. Lord Sazdil asked me to remind you that these people must not be allowed to disrupt the ceremony.”

Redhill Town is located in Redhill Woodland, which is the penultimate station on the Golden Moon Bay-Mist Moon City railway. Ten minutes further east by train is Mist Moon City.

Santis chuckled coldly: "Those scattered rabble from Golden Moon Bay have finally arrived? But why didn't Sazdive himself go over there?"

“I remember that more than one saint gathered at Golden Moon Bay.”

Omar quickly explained, "Lord Sazdive told me that the Blood Wine Master would be traveling alone across the Broken Gold River, while Hojir of Saint Engard would be leading the Silver Knights to escort Marn Cullen to Morrol Fortress."