Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

"Um..."

At this time, Isabella shook her body slightly and made a sound.

Tara looked up, confirmed with Charles for permission, and then controlled the white shadow to cut the rope behind Isabella and remove the rag from her mouth.

"It's... 'Freedom or Death' and 'Long Live Orlando'. These are two slogans from the time of the North Anzu Brotherhood, Charles..."

Isabella, lying on the ground, explained with some difficulty.

"She did not lie, Lord Ciel,"

Tara looked at Charles and said, "Her name is Isabella. She works for the Stuart Art Exchange, an organization that specializes in laundering wealth for nobles and wealthy businessmen, while also selling intelligence."

"Charles, there must be some misunderstanding here! Ahem..."

Hearing Tara's words, Isabella became a little excited, "We will not help the Orlando Republican Army transfer their property, nor will we sell any intelligence to them."

Isabella tried her best to distance herself from the Orlando Republican Army. Although her family dared to make money from it, they also knew where the bottom line of the nobility and the royal family was, and they would never sell out Ansu's interests.

Now, almost all the clues point to the Orlando Republican Army, but it is far from enough to just catch a few small shrimps. She must find out who is leading the Orlando terrorists lurking in Ansu.

This organization must be eliminated at the source, so that they can turn their attention to other places instead of the city of Burren and Avina.

"So, do you have any intelligence on the Orlando Republican Army? Any information related to the attack?"

Ciel looked at Isabella who was struggling to sit up and asked.

"I know, I know!"

Isabella nodded repeatedly and said hurriedly, "Some time ago, just a few days before the attack, someone came to our gallery to consign several strange paintings."

"Since it was labeled as a painting with special powers, we didn't put it up for exhibition directly. We just wrapped it up and planned to hang it up when we hold some special exhibition."

"But not long after the attack, an anonymous buyer came and bought these paintings placed in the corner for a high price, without even opening them to look at them..."

"Now it seems that this may just be a means of payment. We are being wronged!"

"The money is still with us and hasn't been taken away. If you like, I can send someone to notify you if someone wants to take it away."

Paintings...

The grain merchant Balfour deposited 10,000 pounds, which brought him death. Not long after, a large sum of money was used to buy several paintings with "special powers"?

If there were a way to prove that the £10,000 deposited by the grain merchant Balfour was the same money used to purchase the painting, perhaps the scope could be narrowed down further.

Charles nodded slightly, and Tara understood what he meant. She controlled Bai Ying to untie the rope on Isabella's hands and helped her stand up.

"If you have any information, notify me immediately."

Ciel said something, but it wasn't really necessary.

Because once Isabella leaves this door, she will be branded as a member of the Holy Advent Sect and become a member of the cult, and will naturally do her best to help Charles.

However, after hearing what Charles said, Isabella raised her hand directly.

Ok?

Even Tara was stunned for a moment.

This girl still has the courage to reject the Mother Goddess?

"No need to say more, Ciel,"

Isabella said, "I will keep my mouth shut and inform you as soon as I have any news... It's not against the rules to trade with the Holy Advent Sect."

As long as they don't intend to overthrow Anzu's organization, can they make a deal?

It seems that the bottom line of this art exchange is much lower than I imagined.

The basic clues have been collected almost completely.

If I didn't rely on such violence, but instead relied on my own slow investigation, it might take two or three simulations. The information I obtained this time was already sufficient.

As for the remaining twenty hours... we'll have to resort to even greater violence in exchange for more intelligence...

This was something Ciel had not expected. If she had known it would develop like this, she would definitely choose a save file to log in, so that she would at least have some fighting power.

However, the simulated self did prepare a bottle of potion for Ciel.

"Butcher"?

If Ciel remembered correctly, this was a potion that had to be drunk first and then digested, like "Coroner" and "Plaguebringer". Once you drank it, you would gain abilities, but if you couldn't complete the recurrence ritual within the specified time, you would suffer the backlash of the potion.

This is indeed very suitable for Ciel's current situation.

After Tara took Isabella out of the room, Ciel walked over to the table and picked up the potion directly.

Looking at the blue potion that seemed to have completely turned into powder, Charles pulled out the cork, tilted his head back, and poured the powder directly into his mouth.

As she took a sip, the powder stung Charles's throat, tongue and taste buds violently, making her feel an extremely pungent pain that almost made her cough.

But Charles' throat seemed to be completely blocked. She couldn't make any sound, not even a cough. She tightly grasped her throat and forced herself to endure the pain that felt like her mouth and tongue were melting.

A small amount of knowledge and how to use the ability slowly emerged in her mind, as if it was innate.

But as the pain became more intense, her expression became calmer, and her dark red eyes were as calm as water.

……

"No matter what method you use, keep her alive! She must regain consciousness within 12 hours. Do you understand?"

"Yes! Archbishop!"

"Well, let her go. She has become a believer."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"It's only because Sir Ciel is kindhearted. If you were to blame us, none of you would be able to escape."

Tara quickly directed and dispatched the extraordinary people in the secret room. The second and third level cultists just lowered their heads and listened to Tara's scolding, and no one dared to refute.

After cursing for a while, Tara took a deep breath, tidied herself up a little, then walked through the long and narrow passage and headed towards the secret room.

"Master...Charles?"

As soon as the door of the secret room was opened, the aroma of barbecue came from inside, and Tara's brows twitched slightly, but she quickly calmed herself down and looked at Charles, who was standing in front of the wooden table on her left and was covered in blood.

At this moment, Charles gently turned the ceremonial carving knife in his hand, which was flashing with silver cracks. There was an eyeball pierced on the carving knife, and it made a crackling sound under the burning candlelight.

As if noticing Tara's arrival, Charles slowly picked up the eyeball with a carving knife, slowly brought it to his nose, and sniffed it gently.

Charles's movements were extremely elegant. If you ignored the blood on her face and the terrifying eyeball being poked by the carving knife in her hand, others would think she just wanted to taste a piece of high-quality roasted snail.

"fail."

Charles frowned slightly and put down the carving knife. She took out her white handkerchief and wiped the blood off her hand. She looked in Tara's direction and smiled faintly. "I'll treat you to a meal next time."

When Charles smiled, her row of teeth, like shark teeth, were revealed. They were neatly arranged and emitted a cold light, as if they could tear apart any living thing.

A chill surged from Tara's back. She lowered her head slightly and said, "Okay, Lord Charles."

Another way...

In the past few days, Tara has seen Lord Ciel step into more than one extraordinary path, and he was able to change back every time.

Mother Goddess...are you planning to take back all authority...

Tara took a deep breath, not sure if the trembling in her heart was due to excitement or fear.

"By the way, take her with you. I have something to ask her."

After saying this, Charles walked towards the door. Tara quickly moved aside to make way for him.

Snapped--

The ceremonial carving knife, which was shining with silver light, suddenly broke and shattered into pieces on the ground.

Even the blade that was originally forged with extraordinary properties was completely turned into powder, without any trace of extraordinary aura.

Can even extraordinary characteristics be exterminated...

Looking at her ritual carving knife that had turned into powder, Tara seemed to have just remembered to breathe. After taking several breaths, she raised the candlestick and walked into the secret room.

At the end of the dungeon, two corpses were neatly laid out on the floor.

Just like a butcher slaughtering livestock, their blood was drained, their internal organs were completely removed and neatly laid out aside, and even their muscles were divided into different sections and peeled off... just like ingredients waiting to be cooked.

It would take a long time to brainwash the third level, so Ciel-sama just killed them...

In the corner, the high priest of the Savior Goddess Cult huddled there, holding his head in his hands, his whole body shaking uncontrollably, as if he was extremely frightened.

When Tara stepped forward to help her up, the high priest of the Savior Goddess Church seemed to have found a life-saving straw. He completely ignored the fact that Tara was a member of the Holy Coming Sect and directly hugged her arm.

Only after I got closer did I hear the silver-haired woman's teeth chattering. I guess if I had arrived a little later, she would have been scared to death.

Imagine if you were in a dungeon, unable to see anything, listening to someone cutting off other people's flesh piece by piece and evaluating the quality of the meat... If it were me, I would probably be scared to death.

Fortunately, the Mother Goddess is on my side.

"Let's go."

After helping the high priest up, Tara spoke in a cold voice.

In fact, after following the Mother Goddess, Tara no longer had much hatred towards the Savior Goddess Cult.

Tara hated the Savior Goddess Church before because they were practicing the wrong teachings. But now, the appearance of the Mother Goddess has proved that she and the Holy Advent Church are right, so there is naturally no need for her to continue to hate the Savior Goddess Church.

Because their status is already higher than that of the Savior Goddess Church. Compared to the Holy Advent Sect, which is its biological daughter, the Savior Goddess Church is at most a goddaughter.

There is no need to continue hating a loser. Just wait for the right time and tell them about the existence of the Mother Goddess. Those who are not crazy in the Savior Goddess Sect will naturally switch to the Holy Coming Sect. By then, everyone will still be sisters.

After almost dragging the high priest out into the narrow corridor outside, Tara saw that the door at the end of the corridor had been opened, and the soft light illuminated almost the entire passage.

She supported the high priest and walked to the door. When she stopped at the door, she saw Charles standing by the conference table, listening to the discussion of other bishops with his ears attentively, and holding a glass of red wine in his hand.

After seeing Tara, Charles raised his red wine glass slightly towards her, as if inviting her to join the discussion.

It seemed as if this place was not a dungeon but a high society banquet.

Tara helped Julis to sit on the stool in the corner.

At this time, Charles walked in front of the two of them, holding a glass of red wine.

"Lord Ciel."

Tara whispered a greeting and stepped back slightly. She split into a white shadow and ran to other rooms to find a suitable set of clothes for Charles.

"Drink some to warm yourself up."

Charles shook the red wine glass in his hand and handed it to Julis with a smile.

But just hearing Charles' voice, Julis felt like her hair stood on end, and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. She kicked the floor with her legs and tried to retreat, but her back was already pressed against the wall, and she had nowhere to retreat.

Regardless of whether Julis agreed or not, Charles raised the wine glass in his hand and put it to Julis' lips. He raised the glass slightly and poured the red wine into Julis' mouth bit by bit.

At this moment, Julis seemed to have lost any consciousness of resistance. She just shed tears silently, raised her head and swallowed the wine that was poured into her mouth.

"Relax, Julis, we are friends,"

Ciel spoke slowly, uttering a date, "January 739, Saint 1."

Upon hearing this, Julis trembled slightly, looked towards Charles in disbelief, and murmured, "Who are you..."

"We've met many times in dreams... Maybe you don't recognize me."

Ciel explained with a smile.

Tara, who was listening on the side, suddenly straightened her back and instantly became alert.

What?! The Mother Goddess gave her an oracle?!

Impossible! I haven't even received it myself! Absolutely impossible!

The Mother Goddess must have lied to her! Yes, that's right!

"Really?"

Julis murmured.

"real."

Charles raised his hand, gently placed it on her shoulder and patted it.

The anger, fear and terror he felt when he was imprisoned just now gradually changed under the soft voice and comfort.

Coupled with the faint burning sensation of a glass of red wine in her throat and stomach, Julis felt like she had found a savior. She instinctively felt that the other person must be one of her own, and she had to help her - even if she was the one who imprisoned her and brought her fear.

"Tell me, is it true that the Savior Cult had no involvement in this attack?"