Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Chapter 142: The Great Famine in Bei'ansu.

"Is Avina in there? Please call her for me."

A thin middle-aged man in a double-breasted gray coat stood at the door of Avina's room. He looked at the armored knight standing at the door, raised his hand and touched his hat, and said, "I won't attend the banquet. I'll leave after we finish our business."

"Excuse me, sir, please wait a moment. The young lady is entertaining friends now."

Nia, standing at the door, stood in front of the man like a statue, but she didn't move after answering, as if she didn't care how high the status of the man in front of her was.

Hearing this, the man reached into the inner pocket of his coat and took out an exquisite pocket watch. He opened it and glanced at the time. Then he walked around in front of Nia a little anxiously and sighed.

He seemed to be in a hurry.

"Which friend is it? Maybe I know him."

The man continued to ask.

In the man's impression, Avina's friends can be counted on two fingers, and her circle of friends is very small, so he might actually know someone.

"I'm sorry, but I guess you don't know him."

Nia shook her head and said, "It will take about... 30 minutes?"

"call……"

The man breathed a sigh of relief, only regretting that he hadn't told her about it sooner... But Avina used the excuse of going to entertain the guests, but in fact, she was just leaving him alone out of spite.

Quickly, he pulled out a shorthand notebook from his coat pocket, took out his dip pen and portable ink, dipped the pen in water, and wrote a short message on the paper.

tear-

He tore off the note, folded it, and handed it to Nia in front of him. He knew that Nia was absolutely trustworthy.

"Please help me give this to Avina, and tell her that if she wants to go back, she can do so at any time. Her sister...her mother will never ask her to do anything she doesn't want to do."

"I'll give the note to Lady Avina."

After Nia took the note, she didn't say anything else, and didn't even answer the man's next question about whether she would pass it on.

"Ugh……"

The man sighed again. This feeling of being caught in the middle made him very uncomfortable, and it made the wrinkles on his face look much deeper.

"Thank you. I'll take my leave now. I'm just passing by and wanted to give you a message. The train is still waiting for me."

The man adjusted the gray bowler hat on his head, turned around and walked away.

He is not leaving so soon. His arrival must be made known to more people, so that others will know that there are still people supporting Avina and not to have any ideas about her.

The man did not go through the back door, but walked up the stairs on the third floor and went directly to the first floor.

"Cough cough..."

When he reached the second floor, he coughed slightly and cleared his throat. The original vicissitudes of life slowly faded away, and the sharp eyes above his hooked nose narrowed slightly, giving him an imposing aura.

When we arrived at the hall, there were already scattered nobles and wealthy businessmen gathered in twos and threes, smoking cigars and chatting, while more people were still in the garden outside - there were tables and desserts set up there, jazz musicians were performing hard, and the scene was peaceful and friendly.

"Hey... look at that, isn't it..."

A noble holding a champagne glass and a cigar, after seeing the tall and thin man walking straight to the door, gently pointed his finger in his direction and said to the person in front of him.

"Who?"

The fat man holding a cigar in front of him only saw a back when he looked up, but the noble who had just stood opposite him had already quickly caught up with him. He didn't care who the back was and hurriedly followed.

Many nobles who were chatting in the hall noticed the commotion here and followed curiously. When the tall and thin man reached the door, there were already seven or eight people following him.

This scene was seen by many noble ladies and aristocratic businessmen who were still chatting in the garden, and the laughter and exclamation of one of the noble ladies completely attracted everyone's attention.

"Home Secretary William?!"

The ladies were no strangers to this image. Although they lived in a small town, they would read every issue of the famous newspapers such as Ansu Morning Post, Canal News and Anchester Guardian. The contents in these newspapers were their daily topics of conversation.

Among them, William, who often appeared on the front page headlines, naturally became the focus of everyone's attention. Even people who didn't know him had seen his prints and hand-drawn photos published in newspapers.

"Minister, do you remember me? During the immigration management issue, my mine helped to take in some..."

"Sir William, let me introduce myself. I am..."

"I heard you're being transferred to become the Minister of the Navy? Under your leadership, our Royal Fleet will surely become an invincible fleet defending our overseas interests..."

William was gathered in the center of the crowd, greeting others with a smile, and took off his gloves to shake hands with several nobles he had met once.

At a cake table in the distance, Amy took a piece of cake in her hand, picked it up with a fork and took a bite. She asked curiously, "Father, who is he? Why are there so many people gathered there..."

"That's Home Secretary William Winston, a member of the Winston family. His sister, Margaret Winston, is Avina's mother. Their family was originally a poor noble family, but William later rose through the ranks to become a government minister in Bliss through his own abilities."

Baron Hastings reminisced briefly before continuing, "After his sister married into the Russell family, William relied on his personal abilities and the Russell family's support to rise all the way to the position of Home Secretary. His connections and abilities were exceptional."

"so smart?"

Amy opened her mouth slightly, as if a little surprised by the man's resume, but after sighing, she quickly put the matter behind her and began to search around.

Why haven’t Avina and Charles come out yet? Where did they go?

……

In the dressing room of Avina's room.

Avina was standing in front of a full-length mirror, combing her messy long hair with a flushed face.

Behind her, Charles reached out and pulled the lace in front of his collar with a speechless look on his face. The lace had been completely torn, and the chest part of the white shirt was also torn.

It was almost the same as what Charles thought. The dress was indeed too thin and not suitable for combat. It could be torn apart easily, but the silk petticoat inside was of relatively good quality.

Charles reached out and touched his tongue, and felt a stinging pain at the tip of his tongue. The skin there had been bitten.

Avina's reaction was a bit too intense...she seemed very reluctant to be there.

But she didn't have enough strength to resist Charles at all, so she could only put up some futile resistance and struggle.

And when she was struggling, her little hands were not very clean, and they were pinched by Charles and hurt her.

It seems I'll have to tie my hands next time.

At this moment, Avina also saw through the mirror that Charles was sticking out his tongue to check the wound, which made her face feel as if it was burning.

She really wanted to turn around and apologize to Charles, but if she really apologized, Avina felt that she might never be able to turn things around.

This is self-defense... This is self-defense...

Avina kept reminding herself and convincing herself in her heart.

Who asked her to stick out her tongue...

Ciel's actions and the soft touch just now made Avina's brain confused, so much so that she couldn't remember clearly what she did to Ciel afterwards...

But looking at Ciel's clothes and wounds, it seems his resistance was a bit too fierce...

Would this make Ciel think that I was unwilling, causing Ciel to not do it next time...

Avina wanted to apologize, but at the same time she wanted to maintain her "dignity" which was almost gone in front of Charles. In such a state of anxiety, she did not notice that Charles had walked behind her.

"If you want to be on top...you can tell me and I'll let you."

Charles's gentle voice came from behind, and after Avina was stunned for a moment, an indescribable feeling of humiliation rose from the bottom of her heart.

Who asked you to give in!!!

Charles' words seemed comforting, but to Avina, they were quite insulting. However, she was anxious but couldn't show that she cared. She could only take a deep breath and said, "Sorry, I will be more careful next time."

She said this as if she had won the previous confrontation.

After saying that, Avina walked out of the locker room without even looking back, slowly suppressing the restlessness in her heart.

Wait! Charles! Don't think you've won! Next time I'll definitely pin you down on the sofa and make you meow!

Avina swore silently in her heart.

I just let her do it just now. Yes, that's right. Charles is a patient now, and I let her do it twice before.

Just when the blush on Avina's face had almost completely faded and her facial expression had become calm, Charles' voice came from the locker room behind her.

"Avina, what should I do if my clothes are damaged? The necklace is still hanging on your collar..."

Avina lowered her head and saw the ruby ​​necklace hanging on her collar. It seemed that it had slipped off and hung on her when Charles was on her body just now.

Charles's reminder reminded Avina of what had just happened. The mental victory she had just built up collapsed instantly. Blushing, she grabbed the necklace in her hand, turned around and threw it back: "Choose it yourself!"

After saying that, Avina quickly stepped forward and closed the door of the dressing room for Charles with a click.

"Ok?"

Ciel caught the necklace and blinked when he saw the door closed.

Why is she still so angry?

Did I do something wrong?

However, judging from Avina's previous actions, it didn't seem like she was rejecting him. Instead, it seemed like she was a little too excited and had no experience, so she made a fool of herself.

Even though I have no experience.

Maybe I should be gentler and more coaxing next time?

Ciel smoothed his hair with a comb while thinking.

After finding a similar pleated shirt from Avina's wardrobe and putting it on, Charles put on a black short cloak according to the combination Avina had mentioned before, and finally chose a hat of the same style as the cloak, and finally put on the ruby ​​necklace.

This is much warmer and looks more put together.

When Charles opened the door, he saw a new pair of white stockings and black boots placed in front of the door, while Avina was sitting on the sofa with her hands in front of her. After hearing the sound of Charles coming out, she slowly turned her head to the other side, as if she didn't want to see Charles.

"Is this for me?"

As Charles asked, he put on new shoes and socks. After completing the final match, he walked towards Avina and asked, "Will it be weird? Wearing like this?"

To be honest, from the perspective of tailoring and design, Charles felt that there was nothing wrong with this outfit, but if the model was replaced by herself, she would be a little confused.

Just like it is difficult for a painter to notice the inconsistencies in his own painting on the same day, it is also difficult for Charles to see what is wrong in a short period of time when using himself as a model. To be on the safe side, he asked Avina.

At first, Avina seemed to be still angry and didn't intend to pay attention to Charles. But after a while, she couldn't help but turn her head and glanced at Charles. After lingering on her face for a while, she looked away with difficulty and said:

"Okay."

"That's good."

Charles replied with a smile, then sat on the sofa nearby. She knew that Avina was a little grumpy right now, so she deliberately sat farther away.

However, this small detail was still caught by Avina, and her heart skipped a beat.

Ciel...does this make you hate me?

Although she didn't want to recall it, Avina still forced herself to review all her actions in her mind and pursed her lips slightly.

What happened to me... Why did I do something so immature and uncalm...

In the eyes of Charles, who always seemed to remain calm, what was the difference between this and a stubborn child?

She would never have been like this before... But in front of Charles, Avina seemed to take off the disguise she wore in front of others, just like an ordinary girl, upset when she should be upset, shy when she should be shy, happy when she should be happy...

"Charles..."

After hesitating for a while, Avina stretched out her right hand, patted the sofa next to her, and said, "Sit here."

Charles obediently sat next to Avina, their shoulders leaning against each other. After a moment of silence, Avina said, "I'm sorry, Charles. I was a little unreasonable just now."

Charles didn't say anything, but just stretched out his left hand, placed the back of his hand on Avina's right leg, with his fingers spread out and his palm facing up.

At first, Avina didn't understand what this meant, but after hesitating for a while, Avina gently placed her right hand on Charles' left hand, interlocking their fingers tightly.

The strength in Charles's hands made Avina feel a little warm in her heart, as if everything was self-evident.

But Charles' next words made the warmth in Avina's heart rise directly along her neck to her cheeks.

"So, any compensation for tonight?"

Ciel asked.

The moment she heard these words, Avina was about to pull her hand out of Charles's palm, but Charles' strength was so great that Avina could hardly move even with all her strength.

Be fooled!

"No."

Avina said expressionlessly.

"That's a shame."