Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Miss Herland, standing nearby, wanted to strip Vera of her citizenship.

However, it is somewhat strange that a spirit could run an intelligence agency and serve as the chairman of a merchant guild.

Considering that the Golden City was already quite sinister, and that openly promoting heretical worship, Vera and the others felt relieved.

What era are we living in? Why do people still believe in such unreliable heresies? Look at the civilized tribes of the Southern Continent and the barbarians of the Great Ice Plains, folks. They all know that tinkering with steam engines and technology brings productivity.

The Knights' headquarters is located in the southwest of Golden City, while the Gem Island Chain Guild is located in the Gilded Square in the very center of Golden City, about four kilometers away.

Vera had other plans. First, she had Herlan use a druidic ritual to change his appearance and disguise himself as a local. Then, she had him take a blank encrypted check from the Ansu National Bank to the Gem Island Chain Guild in the Gilded Plaza.

She returned to her bedroom at the clubhouse, forcibly suppressing her urge to complain, and muttered "Mom, Mom, Mom" ​​a few times before hearing the sound of a showerhead running beside her.

And then Tia's voice rang in my ears, "Hakira. What are you doing?"

Vera lay on the bed, somewhat puzzled, and said, "It actually works? I thought you were just kidding me with this ritual incantation."

"A little trick. Guess why you have the blood and bones of this beautiful girl inside you?"

"???"

"That's alright. What did you call me for? I'm taking a shower."

"I just arrived in the Golden City. This place is so interesting! Did you know that the owner of the Jewel Island Chain is actually a spirit named Werner? A spirit!"

"The spirits have taken control of the Gem Island Chain Merchants' Guild and then put President Jin out as their agent?"

"Holy crap, how did you know?"

Vera was deeply shocked, feeling that Tia might have inherited Avina's prophetic talent.

Tia said speechlessly, "Anyone who isn't an idiot can guess what you're saying, right?"

Vera reflected for a moment, then blankly doubted herself:

Am I really an idiot?

Tia retorted, "You're a complete idiot when you start to doubt yourself. Don't give me that crap, there's definitely more to it than that, isn't there?"

Vera took a deep breath and said:

“Shrike discovered traces of the Wisdom Palace's prophets on the island. Sequence four type.”

Chapter 467 You hit your way

In the bathroom, Tia was lying in the bathtub, rinsing her hair. After smelling the water, she paused slightly in her hand holding the showerhead.

It's not surprising that there are prophets in the City of Gold; there are prophets everywhere in the world.

But the prophet Vera mentioned on the phone not only came from the Palace of Wisdom, but also was a Sequence Four, which is quite special.

Aside from the Knights of St. Engard, which are considered independent city-states, the Seven Seas do not have any openly recognized Sequence 3 orders. They rely on their fleets to defend their islands against external enemies, while internal conflicts are mediated by St. Engard, a neutral party.

Sequence Four represents the pinnacle of power in the extraordinary world.

Vera would struggle to cope with this power, and if things went wrong, she would need Tia's help. However, Tia had no precedent for remotely channeling power to Vera.

We need to conduct another round of testing first.

With a whoosh.

Tia let her wet hair hang down her back, stood up from the bathtub, and as the golden fire under her skin ignited, the moisture on her body quickly evaporated. She didn't even care about the guard lady who was almost asleep in the tree, and opened the door and walked straight out of the bathroom.

At 16 Crown Street, only one guard remains—the one who was fed leftovers by Eleanor and tricked into giving Anne a handle against him.

He was currently eating the garlic bread and creamy potato soup that Eleanor had sent him, and taking a nap in the tree.

After all, not taking a nap doesn't really help.

The current owner of No. 16 Crown Street is Saint Sulph. If anything goes wrong, even the security guards can't protect anything.

Tia went upstairs to her bedroom first, then remotely sensed the holy light left in Vera's body before sinking into the deep sea and entering the Upside-Down Temple.

She then quickly completed a familiar ritual in the temple.

Countless rays of light streamed down through the stained-glass mosaics from the temple's dome.

Thousands upon thousands of silver-plated copper candles hung on the wall, and with a whoosh, they ignited into golden candlelight as the light fell upon them.

At this moment, even the spirit gods outside the temple sensed the surge of energy within the temple and stepped forward to protect it.

Somber prayers, chants, and songs echoed from all directions.

Tia vaguely sensed her own aura contained within the two bodies. One body was already complete at 16 Crown Street, while the other was suspended overseas, with specks of starlight within it.

It can happen anytime you want.

—The Lord became flesh.

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Tia was testing the incarnation of the main path, while Vera also sensed something was amiss.

It feels like I have schizophrenia, or maybe I'm pregnant, but I can't be sure.

Vera had no history of schizophrenia and had no idea what pregnancy felt like, so she just felt something was off.

Vera only felt normal again after Tia removed the main path and became a physical body.

Immediately, there was a knock on her bedroom door. There were three short knocks followed by two longer ones, and someone said, "Miss Vera, it's me, Herlan."

Vera sprang out of bed without hanging up the phone with Tia and went straight to open the door.

Herlan walked in, took a few deep breaths, and said, "The Gem Island Chain is unwilling to sell us any information related to the Wisdom Palace."

Vera scratched her head and said, "Did they just refuse outright? Aren't they insisting on the free flow of information?"

"They didn't refuse to sell to us, but they're asking for an exorbitant price and won't lower it no matter what. The 30,000 gold pounds you brought can only buy a portion of the activity records of the lower-ranking prophets and a few minor leaders in the Great Icefield from March 1st to March 13th, not even one more day."

"As for the activities of their high-sequence prophets, intelligence on them costs as much as 10000 gold pounds a day!"

Vera's hand trembled as she held the thermos, startled. "Isn't this a robbery?!"

Tia hadn't hung up the call with her, and she reminded them from inside the Upside-Down Temple, "This is much more profitable than robbery."

Herland said, "Chairman Kim said that if we really need it, he has a client who is investigating some confidential material. And the price is high. If we are willing to provide some assistance, the client is willing to provide us with financial help."

"But the client requires the following materials..."

Vera urged anxiously, "Tell me quickly!"

“It’s related to the gods of the Holy Festival…” Herlan paused, drew the curtains, opened the door to make sure no one was outside, and then whispered, “Some big shots in the Golden City have imprisoned the false god Valon in the deep sea for the past few decades in order to better usurp and use His power. This year’s Holy Festival is a bit special. They may want to use this Holy Festival to restore some of His power for sustainable development. The client wants us to interfere.”

"What a bunch of bastards! They're too cowardly to do it themselves and just dump it on foreigners!"

Tia: The so-called client is probably Gem Island Chain itself, right?

Upon hearing Tia's words, Vera exclaimed in surprise, "The Gem Island Chain is the client?"

Herlan, standing to the side, didn't understand what Vera was trying to say, only feeling that Miss Vera's thoughts were a bit too disjointed.

Vera, on the other hand, focused her attention on talking to Tia, replying with her thoughts.

Vera: What do you mean?

Tia: Two tigers cannot share one mountain.

Vera: ? ? ?

Tia: Idiot

Vera: ??? Why are you insulting me?

Tia: If Lady Vona truly possesses a sanctuary of divinity, then the Jewel Isle is undoubtedly her earthly church. All the merchants of the Jewel Isle are her followers and devotees. However, some of the methods employed by the upper echelons of the Golden City likely provoked her, leading to a direct conflict between her and Valon. And she is the only one capable of clashing with Valon; didn't they themselves say that this year's Holy Festival is somewhat special?

Vera's imagination ran wild, and she recalled many conspiracies and schemes from the comics she had read.

Vera: Couldn't it be other city-states sowing discord? The Seven Seas are quite loosely connected!

Tia: ...You mean someone will put the commission to sow discord between Gem Isle and the Council of Six on the Gem Isle guild's posting?

Vera: (ΩДΩ)

The child may be a little slow-witted, but not stupid. He quickly understood the pros and cons and began to think of a solution.

The Gem Island Chain certainly knew that they were following Saint Enggard. In other words, the Gem Island Chain was less interested in using Vera's group to cause trouble and more interested in using Saint Enggard himself.

The problem that needs to be handled by Saint Enggard—

The council of six has probably been holding back something big.

As for Vera, she certainly didn't want to get into trouble with the Council of Six—whatever the upper echelons of the Golden City wanted to do was a matter for the locals of the Golden City, and if anything happened, it should be Saint Engard's responsibility.

She should just inform Saint Enggard about this matter; it's neither necessary nor appropriate for an outsider like her to interfere.

At the same time, she also wanted to obtain as much information as possible about the prophet. This was her main purpose in coming here.

Vera was a coward, so she quickly devised a plan.

Vera's blank-minded contemplation caught Herlan's attention.

Previously, when Vera was injured, this druid sister took care of Vera on the ship. Seeing Vera's silly grin and almost drooling after a deep dive, she was always worried that Vera might have some kind of intellectual disability.

Seeing Vera suddenly go blank for several minutes while talking, her eyes glazed over, made me even more worried.

Just as he was about to pat Vera on the shoulder, he suddenly saw Vera's eyes light up, and she abruptly stood up and said, "Prepare the explosives!"

Herlan asked blankly, "Huh?"

Vera said, "Accept the Gem Island Chain's request, but don't get involved. Sister Herlan, take a few people and disguise them as prophets from the Palace of Wisdom. Is that alright?"

Herlan said, "This... my disguise is fine. We also have two mercenaries on our ship who have the Prophet's Path, but they're not from the Celestial Empire!"

"It's alright. No need to speak the Celestial language, no need to deal with any commissions, and no need to worry about any Holy Festival. Let them do their thing, we'll do ours. You disguise yourselves as prophets of the Palace of Wisdom and go directly to the Gilded Plaza to cause an explosion. Have the mercenaries hired from other city-states cover the retreat. Be careful not to leak the information to anyone else."

Upon hearing this, Herlan was about to stammer something when Vera spoke decisively:

"This was done in the name of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, and afterwards all participants received double the commission subsidy."

"I will guarantee your absolute safety—the operation will take place in three days. I will handle the rest."

Vera immediately grasped the key point and cut to the chase, saying, "Help me schedule a meeting with Knight Carter, as well as with Shami and Sif tomorrow."

Chapter 468 Relax, it won't hurt much.

Before the sea fog had cleared from the port of Golden City at dawn, the docks were already filled with merchant ships. Freight workers operated cranes to unload cargo containers, which were then loaded onto horse-drawn carts and rumbled across the arched bridge spanning the canal.

The paved road of the arched bridge is still covered with evidence of the revelry of men and women in the temple last night. Food bags, discarded tin foil plates, glass bottles with a thin layer of residue, and coats, underwear, and bras hanging on the stone railings have all been scattered on the river surface, reflecting the dappled sunlight, in the breeze stirred up by the carriages.

Directly opposite the canal is the market square, where red tarpaulins are set up everywhere, and colorful little flags can be seen in front of the vendors' stalls, signifying that "divine grace has come."

On the west side of the square is a three-story red brick building that sells fried fish and bakeries. Further west is the St. Engeard Guild Hall, a four-story building covering more than 600 square meters, with white-painted walls and red flags with silver crosses hanging on them.

Just then, the aroma of toast wafted into the window of the conference room on the third floor of the clubhouse.

--Snapped!

Vera took a bite of her freshly baked garlic bread, closed the window, and sat back down at the conference table.

On the conference table were four cups of black tea, three plates of sliced ​​toast with cucumber, and a special pickled fish for the festival. Vera tasted the pickled fish; it was fishy and smelly, not tasty at all. She used her telepathic communication to complain to Tia that it wasn't as good as oysters and seaweed.

Tia ignored her. She wasn't satisfied with the effect of the soul communication, so she modified the ritual. An image of herself was projected into the conference room: a girl about 1.65 meters tall with long, slightly wavy black hair tied up in front of her chest, wearing a white linen dress, and a copper belt cinching her waist, highlighting her graceful figure.

Vera was so shocked she almost bit her tongue. When she came to her senses, she realized that it was just a mystical illusion targeting her.

Vera asked curiously, "Is this formed on the retina?"

Tia shook her head and said, "No. That kind of thing would be easily detected by superhumans. I directly inserted a phantom into the area of ​​your brain that controls visual perception."

Vera couldn't understand, so she looked at the other people in the conference room. Sure enough, they were all unmoved, even Carter, who was in Sequence Four. She was immediately amazed by Tia's skill.

Grand Knight Carter ate his fish without changing his expression, while Sif cut a piece of cucumber, forked it, and offered it to her brother Shami, who was waving his hand in refusal. Then she stuffed the cucumber into Shami's mouth without a second thought.

They said they had arranged to meet in the conference room to discuss important matters, but everyone was very conscientious and ate breakfast while chatting.

Halfway through the meal, the conference room door creaked open. Druid Herlan glanced at the group in surprise, then carefully handed a document to Vera.

Sif nodded slightly and said, "It seems we're finally getting down to business. Miss Vera, you must have something important to discuss with us so early this morning, right?"

Vera glanced at Tia and got straight to the point: "Mr. Carter! And Shami, Sif, I need your help now! It's about the Holy Festival."

The group was immediately confused.