Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

But at this moment, there was a knock on the car door.

Ciel slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Tara in front of him.

"Please wait a moment, Master Ciel."

Tara lowered her head slightly, whispered to Charles, then opened the car door and looked at the middle-aged man in a gorgeous evening gown who knocked on the door.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Tara frowned slightly and looked at the newcomer, seeming angry at the other party's behavior of disturbing Charles.

"Oh, what a grumpy little fellow."

The man smiled, thinking it was very humorous, and then glanced at Charles who was resting with his eyes closed in the carriage, his eyes brightened slightly.

"Is there anything you need?"

The man's eyes made Tara narrow her eyes. She stood up and stood in front of Charles, looking at the man and questioning, "Please take back your rude look."

Tara is tall enough to stand up in the carriage, just by bending slightly.

"Hey, don't be nervous,"

The man waved his hands repeatedly and stated his purpose. "I would like to ask, is this lady a friend of Miss Russell?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Ciel's voice came from behind Tara.

Charles' response startled the man, and he quickly said, "When I saw you through the car window, I knew this beautiful lady must be a close friend of Miss Russell... I didn't mean to offend you in any way. I was just saying that you both possess the same noble and charming aura."

"Cough cough..."

As if realizing that he had said too much nonsense, he coughed slightly, cleared his throat, and said:

"I wanted to see you, mainly because I want you to introduce me to Lady Avina... Before that, please allow me to introduce myself."

As he spoke, he took out two steel wheels from the messenger bag he was carrying. One of them gleamed with a blue mirror-like luster, while the other was mottled. Just the action of taking it out caused some reddish-brown debris to fall off.

"Do you know why the steel-wheeled carriages on the streets of Ansu are always emitting the stench of rust? Uncoated steel wheels, soaked in coal slag and horse manure for three months, become brittle as wafers. Last winter, the axle of a carriage on Regent Street suddenly broke, and the flying embroidery cut the throat of the horse pulling the carriage. The blood spurted out..."

"Speak the key."

Tara spoke, interrupting the other person's story.

Sir Charles' time will not be wasted on such trivial matters.

"I bet the councillors on Westminster council are fed up with all the horse manure, not to mention all the metal shavings polluting the roads."

He spoke faster, quickly pulling out a yellowed copy of the Canal Journal and pointing to the headline: "'City Hall Annual Report: Steel Wheel Replacement Costs Twice as Much as Parliament Building Stone Repairs.' There are at least 30,000 carriages in Ansu! A new wheel every six months! That's paying tribute to rust with gold pounds!"

"And this is the new chrome wheel I developed..."

A salesman.

Charles listened to what he said and did not respond, just listened quietly.

He seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, wanting to use himself to meet Avina and ensure that he could tell these things in front of Avina.

Because he heard that Avina had a lot of money and was interested in finding some projects to invest in, so he came to her house and waited.

It's not just because of the funding, but also because of Avina's relationship with Parliament... an uncle who is the Home Secretary.

"Just recommend this new technology to the MPs and ask them to pass some bills to replace the old wheels... Believe me, within three months, the bluestones under your wheels will be cleaner than the Queen's cutlery!"

"If my invention can be promoted and relevant laws are passed, I can guarantee that I can reap at least 1.2 Soviet pounds in profits a year just from patent fees... If Miss Avina is willing to help me promote it, I am willing to license this technology to her and only charge half the patent fee!"

Selling patents?

Charles said, "Give me your business card. I'll tell Avina about it."

"Thank you, thank you!"

The man quickly handed his business card to Charles, thanked him repeatedly, and left Charles' carriage.

Charles took the card and handed it to Tara, asking her to put it away.

Charles had no judgment on business, so he just gave Avina some advice.

Tara took the business card, glanced at it casually, and sneered.

"what happened?"

Ciel asked, looking at Tara.

Tara seemed to have been hostile to the man just now.

"The dates on his business cards are all wrong,"

Tara shook her head, pointed to the number above and said, “You need to be cautious when doing business with such unreliable people.”

"Holy Year 770..."

Ciel looked at the number written in gold foil at the bottom of the business card and smiled, shaking his head. "This is ridiculously wrong."

However, Charles remembered the name on the business card - Horatio Marin.

This was just an unimportant episode during the waiting time, and Charles quickly let it go.

Before long, a maid hurried to Charles' carriage, guided the coachman, bypassed the other people in line, and pulled Charles' carriage to the garden.

Charles got off the carriage and, led by the maid, walked towards the study.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

The door of the study was knocked open and Charles walked in. There were not many books in the study now, and the rows of bookshelves were empty.

Knowing that Charles was coming, Avina seemed to have stood by the window away from the door in advance, looking out the window without looking back at Charles.

However, the sofa was dented and there was no sign of rebound, which proved that Avina had been sitting on the sofa.

"Wait for me outside."

Charles said to Tara who was following behind her, then she walked into the study, closed the door, and walked straight towards Avina.

"What are you here for?"

Avina still didn't look back. She seemed to be still upset about what happened before. After all, for Avina, it wasn't long before Charles came to find her.

Charles stood behind Avina, stretched out his hand from behind her, gently hugged her waist, put his chin on her left shoulder, and asked in a low voice: "Is there any place where the outside world can't detect any sound?"

"What do you want to do?"

This time, Avina's voice finally had some ripples. She tilted her head slightly to the right, seemingly wanting to stay away from Charles' face, but her body did not resist at all.

"I have something I want to discuss with you. It's very important."

Ciel said softly.

"..."

Avina pursed her lips slightly, looking a little disappointed.

She reached out and gently pushed away Charles's hand that was around her waist, then took Charles' hand and walked into the study.

"There are still many people waiting outside, don't they need to be dealt with?"

Charles, who was being dragged away, asked from behind, "I can wait."

"Are those things as important as you?"

Avina didn't look back, but just pulled Charles towards a room in the study.

The sudden cheesy words made Charles slightly stunned, and soon, she was taken into the room inside.

This is a completely sealed space, without even windows or any ventilation facilities. It is about the size of a room.

Especially after the door was closed, it was so quiet inside that you could hear a pin drop, and it seemed that no lighting equipment had been installed yet.

In the pitch-black darkness, Avina slowly turned around and said, "Don't let go... otherwise I won't be able to find you."

"it is good."

Charles nodded, took a deep breath, and said, "Avina..."

"Um……"

Avina responded softly, waiting for Charles to speak.

"I want you to help me... kill Qiang Yin."

Ciel whispered.

"Uh-huh?!"

In the darkness, Avina was stunned, as if she didn't understand the meaning of Charles' words for a moment.

PS:

Failed to adjust my work and rest schedule! Adjust the hammer!!!

Rehabilitation and coding today, 8K tomorrow!!!

8K! Otherwise, it’s a waste!

Good night! ! ! !

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Chapter 246: Ciel... is a Saint?!

"Kill Qiangyin... us?!"

Avina tightened her grip on Charles' hand a little.

Even though Avina's expression couldn't be seen in the darkness, her shock could be heard from her slightly elevated tone.

In Avina's mind, both Charles and she were still taking every step carefully, trying to establish their own roots in Anzu City. After they grew stronger, they would take their time and complete various events one by one.

And now, Charles, who had just emerged from a coma a few hours ago, suddenly told himself that he wanted to kill Qiang Yin?

Avina held Charles' right hand with her left hand, and her right hand groped upwards. After touching the tip of Charles' nose, it slid upwards and touched Charles' forehead.

No fever?

What about mental power?

Avina's pupils flashed with a faint dark purple halo, becoming the only light source in the dark room.

Just as Avina was about to dive into Charles' subconscious to explore his spirit, she noticed something was wrong.

No... Ciel's spirit... why does it seem like he's almost recovered?

It was clear that in the afternoon, Charles' mental strength was still shaky and on the verge of collapse. He had even been in a coma since yesterday. If he hadn't gone there, he didn't know how long he would have been in a coma.

But after just a few hours... his mental strength had recovered? Even the previous contamination...

For a moment, Avina felt as if she was peering into the mind and subconscious of a stranger.

The “Listener” approach, especially the subsequent Level 2 “Psychologist,” actually relies heavily on the spirit and mind to identify a person when it comes to looking at people.

To the extraordinary people at this level, a situation like this where the mental power is completely turned upside down is no different from having become a different person. The pollution sources and characteristics previously used to identify and differentiate have completely changed.

but……

During Avina's investigation, she soon discovered it.

The pollution didn't disappear... it just shrank into a ball in a corner of Charles' mind, and there was no sign of it spreading outward... as if it was suppressed by something.

The moment she discovered the source of the pollution, Avina's heart gradually calmed down.

"What seal did you obtain?"

Avina asked curiously.

In a case like Ciel's, there is a supernatural item that can perform a similar function - the "Death Substitute Hallows".

However, the "Salvatore's Relics" is a unique supernatural item that only the Russell family possesses. Charles obviously has no other way to obtain it. Moreover, the function of the "Salvatore's Relics" is to temporarily divert the source of pollution. After the "Salvatore's Relics" are burned, the pollution source will be returned intact.

"Yes."

In the darkness, Charles nodded slightly, without explaining in detail how he solved the problem of mental pollution.

Explaining this problem would involve the system, and the system had clearly warned that it was best not to mention it in reality, and Charles would not seek death.

"Okay... let me sort it out..."