Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Of course, she had countless solutions to the problem of the Golden City. But they either took too long, required her, a saint, to go there in person, or needed to rely on external forces.

In short, none of this was realistic for Vera, who was alone in the Golden City. Nor did Vera have the time to waste a year or two in the Land of the Seven Seas.

Of course, more importantly, Vera, being a lazybones, simply couldn't handle other solutions. The more complex the solution, the more likely it was to cause problems. It would be better to go for something simple and straightforward.

It was so simple and crude that it was completely beyond the consideration of Chairman Jin and Wona, the agents of the Gem Island Chain.

South of the gilded square, hundreds of meters away from the golden sailboat statue, lies the underground of the jeweled island chain with its blue tiles and white walls.

Wona flipped through her still-open microeconomics lecture notes, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Chairman Jin, who was constantly wiping his sweat, and said, "I'm handing over the Gem Island Chain to you these next few days. I will not see anyone who comes to me, including Saint Enggard and their guests."

Chairman Kim wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief, still shaken, and said, "Madam! Going to the city hall at this hour..."

"Go to the city hall? That's too good for those people. Ha. What was the name of the guest from St. Engard again?"

"Elvira. Elvira Salvia."

"Hmm. Didn't they want to buy explosives? Give them another 600 kilograms. Let them make a big scene. I can't do things if they don't make a big scene."

Chairman Kim's eyes, which were almost slits, slowly widened as he asked in bewilderment, "Although you want to have conflicts with the council, completely dragging Wallon into the deep sea... that would be a complete falling out with the council. Let them establish whatever religion they want."

"You're allowing them to worship that evil god as a legitimate faith?! Jin, is that what you're thinking?"

"Okay, that was a bit much. But we can still talk; communication is never a bad thing..."

"What are we going to talk about? How to build a temple for that long-dead Wallon?!"

"Anyway..."

"Shut up."

Werner frowned and said, "Allen and his gang want to turn Valon into the orthodox faith and even want to build temples and churches there. These beasts dare to do such beastly things! Aren't I allowed to fight back? The merchants of the Golden City are all my followers. Without my information, the merchants would have no wealth. What do they think they're doing! And Jin, I am the owner of the Gem Island Chain. Where's your ass? Where did you go? Did you fly to the bridge at the Holy Festival and get thrown into the river?!"

"My butt, my butt... Ouch!"

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Chairman Jin said helplessly, "Go do whatever you want! You bunch of spirits are all incredibly stubborn! But don't expect me to save you if something happens. I can't save anyone!"

"Ha. I didn't expect you to come and save me." Wona chuckled a few times, threw down the book in her hand, stood up and pointed at Chairman Kim, and said with a sneer, "You just need to protect your ass, don't let anyone fucking rot it."

Then the woman flicked her finger, and a gust of air rushed toward Chairman Kim, who had a protruding beer belly.

With a whoosh, Jin stumbled and fell to the ground, rolling several times before tumbling into the elevator. The office scene in front of him quickly distorted into a vortex.

His mind, which had been heavy and dull as if filled with lead, suddenly became clear and lucid, as if it had broken free from a swamp.

His soul is rising.

Because there is no basement at all—the underground is this lady's sanctuary.

Chapter 471 The Silver Crown of Valon

The words are divided into two parts.

Vera, on the other hand, is in a terrible situation.

Although he looked quite respectable in the conference room that afternoon, possessing three parts of King Ludwig's heroic bearing and seven parts of Saint Charles's charisma, he was very assertive.

But as soon as she returned to her bedroom, the red-haired little nun panicked.

Because up to this point—she still hasn't been able to contact Tia!

Vera dared to make such threats in front of the Silver Knights only because it was Tia who said them. If she really encountered Lady Vona, Tia would descend into her body to provide off-site support.

But Tia is now out of contact!

Vera first dived deep into the temple, but found nothing. Then she went to the Laurel Grove, but neither of the elves, Brenna nor Freya, were there.

She had no choice but to float back into the bedroom and try twice more to mobilize the holy light within her body and rebuild her connection with Tia, but to no avail; there was absolutely no response.

"Light in the blood, put some effort into it! Hello, hello, hello! Is anyone answering the phone?!"

"Tia, what will I do without you..."

"Damn it, you didn't get passed out from Annie's fucking and haven't woken up yet, did you?"

"Mommy, Mommy—"

Perhaps Vera's search for her mother was truly useful, or perhaps Tia had just woken up after her fun, because soon Vera tried to establish the connection again and succeeded on the first try.

Vera wiped away her tears and asked, "Why didn't you answer my calls?"

The tone didn't sound like a plea for help; it sounded like someone catching their partner in adultery.

Tia did not reveal her figure, only using voice.

Her voice was tired, languid and soft, "I didn't leave much holy light in your body. Yesterday, after manipulating it for a while, most of it was gone, and the subsequent communication was unstable. In the future, I will have to leave more holy light when directly manipulating your body."

Vera reacted quickly, exclaiming in shock, "Then how am I supposed to deal with that Vona? Without your help, wouldn't I be doomed?"

Tia encouraged her, "Big sister who can use the door panel, I believe in you, keep it up! Keep it up!"

"roll."

With her life at stake, Vera wasn't in the mood for nonsense and asked anxiously, "Should I cancel the original plan?"

"Need not."

"Huh? If I get caught, I'm finished!"

"It's alright. The Seven Seas respect human rights and generally don't try fools like Ansu does."

"Ansu will try idiots? Wasn't the human rights bill already enacted a long time ago?"

"Perhaps it's because idiots have no human rights in Ansu. They're treated like small animals. As far as I know, the Silver Castle city government even sued a male swan. The charge was that this male swan from the Iris Flower Garden illegally violated the swans in the Queen's Swan Lake without permission, polluting the noble lineage of the royal swans."

"But after the Druids determined that both swans were minors, they should be fined 15 shillings and imprisoned for 30 days, in accordance with the precedent of innocent childhood sweethearts. However, since neither swan nor their guardians appeared in court three times in a row, the Silver Castle City Hall had no choice but to send the judgment and fine notice to the Palace of Fontainebleau."

Vera immediately realized that there was indeed no human rights involved.

After all, Tia had done something similar and nothing happened to her.

Ansu is utterly despicable.

After thinking about it again, Vera felt that she still had human rights in China, and shouldn't be considered a small animal or a fool.

She snapped out of her daze and asked warily, "No, I'm asking you what I should do!"

"So, should we withdraw the original action plan?"

Tia stopped teasing the fool and said bluntly, "No need. Although you don't have much holy light left, you still have some. It can serve as a coordinate. I can project a few of the temple's spirits over there. That's more than enough to deal with a Sequence Four. It'll just take a little more effort."

Vera was relieved and then asked, "Can the Holy Light be replenished? With Holy Wood or Gold? Star Antimony is too expensive."

Tia said, "You can't do it yourself."

"How so?"

"This is what I left inside you. Next time, I can inject you with more."

"???"

Tia changed the subject, saying, "After you get the intelligence, retreat as soon as possible and ensure your safety. Do you still have the Twin Serpent Eye potion Annie gave you?"

Vera said, "Yes, it's very precious, I can't bear to use it."

Vera is a hoarder; in the game, she's the kind of player who collects tons of buff potions from main and side quests, intending to use them at crucial moments, only to have them still sitting in her inventory when the game shuts down.

The main reason is that the children are terrified of poverty, so everything is precious to them.

Tia said, "Remember to use it when needed. Also, if you encounter a danger you can't handle, just lower your soul to preserve your spirit body, and leave the rest to me."

Vera was touched and wiped away her tears.

Then Tia added, "It just so happens that I'd like to try modifying the soul of a living human. Vera, you're perfect to be my test subject."

Vera: ......

Are there still humans here?

Vera was wiping away tears and snot when she was on the phone, but now that she's hung up, she's completely unperturbed.

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

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

At this moment, after leaving her sanctuary, Vona did not dive down to find the false god Valon as King had expected.

Although this false god, who has lived for thousands of years, was used by the Golden City as a living supernatural artifact, its power was not weak.

When Vona transformed into a wisp of smoke and flew over the council building north of the city hall, she heard the sounds of the six-member council members arriving one after another to discuss their case.

Six people sat on the sofas, some old and some young, some with furrowed brows and others with a calm and collected demeanor.

Speaker Allen clapped his hands and said, "The vote is complete. Five votes in favor, one abstention. Let's proceed with the previous plan. Phew, I'm glad everyone has reached a consensus. The future of Golden City, the future of the Seven Seas, is being squeezed and shrunken by Tianfang. I'm very grateful that everyone can unite."

"At the same time, I proposed to conduct pilot projects in several towns north of Golden City, to prepare for the construction of temples and the organization of sacrificial personnel."

One of the councilors raised an eyebrow and said, "Anyone can talk a good game, Allen. But whether it will work out is another matter! We still remember how you sold the Sanctuary of Wallonia to the Celestials!"

“This is a necessary sacrifice.” Allen sipped his hot tea and smiled confidently. “Only by orthodoxizing the Valon faith and strengthening His power can we have a chance to completely quell the seasonal thunderstorms that plague the South Ansu Sea! As long as the South Ansu Sea remains unobstructed, the Tianfang people will have lost completely.”

"What do they have to compete with the Seven Seas? That waterway that has been repeatedly attacked by mountain tribes and southeastern rebels, or their canals that can only accommodate steamships?"

Allen stood up, took a deep breath, and clapped his hands, saying, "Everyone! For the Golden City, for the Seven Seas, for our bright future!"

Vona quickly ascended to the high heavens, sneered a few times, and then turned into a pile of sand, falling from the sky, crashing into the ground and splashing up a wave of dust before plunging into the deep sea.

At a depth of 10,000 meters in the deep sea, countless silver chains are falling from the surface of the sea, like silver anchors.

But these anchors were not for stabilizing the ship or fighting the storm; instead, they caught a solid, gelatinous black shadow—and the holy silver crown above His head, inlaid with a ruby.

Upon noticing Vona's arrival, the shadowy figure, resembling a hanged man, writhed and vibrated, causing the surrounding chains to tremble incessantly.

Wona scoffed, "Go to hell with your bright tomorrow."

Chapter 472 A pincer attack

Vona stared at the shadowy figure before her, scrutinizing it as it rose above her head. She then reached out and stroked the crown, as if taming some large dog or feline.

She said gently, "Valon! To be honest, if it weren't for those idiots trying to make you the orthodox faith, I really wouldn't want to lose you. Without you, those fat-headed good-for-nothings in the Seven Seas can't control the thunderstorms of the Southern Ansu Sea. Forget about competing with Tianfang, they'd probably even lose their sphere of influence in the Southern Continent to Ansu—"

"Aha, it just so happens that those imperial people are also eyeing the raw materials from the Southern Continent, and the Iris Flower, which has just suffered a great loss of vitality, also needs to expand to replenish its energy."

Valon’s massive body struggled violently, and tens of thousands of chains hooked into its shell, rustling and shaking so violently that they even stirred up the almost stagnant seawater.

Valon is quite powerful, roughly equivalent to a Sequence 3 Saint, and is also a specialist. He controls concepts such as "reversal in adversity" and "inevitable victory." After the Seven Seas have long used it to quell storms, the concept of "the degree of disaster at sea" has been incorporated into the miracles he performs.

Once He is thrown onto the earth, He will unleash countless typhoons, tsunamis, thunderstorms, earthquakes, volcanoes, and other disasters. The destructive power will surpass the scope of humanity, and even a second-order saint may not possess such power.

The deep sea water is also affected by the Walloon, flowing slowly, then faster and faster, and more and more violently, until it forms deep-sea turbulence.

Vona wasn't surprised by the turbulent currents, but she was momentarily taken aback by Valon's violent struggle. She then pressed down on the crown and exclaimed in astonishment, "Valon! Are you crazy?! I only wanted to drag you into the deep sea. If you want to break free of your cage, then Saint Engard will be the one to deal with you!"

—Buzz buzz buzz!

—Buzz!

The massive shadow stirred, its struggles intensifying, and with a sudden jerk of its head, it nearly blew Vona off its head.

Seeing this, Werner laughed loudly and said, "You said that if those humans on the surface turned you into the orthodox faith, you would inevitably be attacked by Saint Enggard sooner or later. Why not fight to the death?"

"Ha! Since you're looking for death, I'll give you a hand. Come on, come on!"

- Om!

Beneath Walloon's crown, countless shadows gathered, then lit up with red dots, suddenly slashing upwards, breaking through the ten-thousand-meter-deep seawater, and fixing their gaze on a corner of the material world.

The coordinates looked very familiar to Vona. After looking them over for a few moments, she confirmed, "The Saint Engard's Guild Hall? You seem to know everything, don't you? It seems that Saint Engard and the Council of Six have been completely fooled by your feigned madness."

Vona was looking at the clubhouse, but Wallon had a completely different target in mind.

Unlike Vona, who is already accustomed to the material world and is almost indistinguishable from humans, this is different.

Wallon clearly sensed a bright light in the hall, illuminating the pitch-black material world like a lighthouse on the sea—a vessel that could provide him with shelter.

Once He cuts off most of His spiritual body, like a gecko severing its tail, He can descend upon this vessel and lie dormant. When this vessel leaves Saint Engard one day, or when His descendants leave Saint Engard, perhaps in a decade or two, He can completely escape this place.

Having been trapped in the deep sea for thousands of years, Walloon briefly tasted freedom eight hundred years ago, and now, finally having hope, is almost impatient.

The Council of Six in the material world, however, was completely unaware of this and was planning to further expand the celebrations of the Holy Festival.

After a full day of deliberation and voting on the expansion plan for the celebration, in his office in the parliament building, the current Speaker Allen quickly approved a funding application for the construction of a modern temple and then signed it with his fingerprint.

The so-called modern temple is actually a themed museum or memorial hall. The sacrificial activities are temporary exhibitions within the museum, with free exhibitions every Sunday serving as public masses. Free breakfast is provided in the museum's restaurant as Holy Communion, and minors must have their spring field trip to the exhibition hall for baptism when they enter first grade.