Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Considering how wealthy Avina is, wouldn't she have smooth sailing all the way to promotion?

"Where's the fourth-level potion? How much does it cost?" Charles withdrew his gaze from 5405, looked at Avina, and handed her the notebook.

"Priceless." Avina shook her head. "Third-level potions are hard to come by. Above that, the value cannot be measured by money."

really......

Otherwise, the extraordinary path would have been monopolized by capitalists long ago.

"Will many noble merchants become extraordinary people?" Charles asked curiously.

"Yes, but not many. With a certain amount of nobility or wealth, some people can learn some secrets, but very few choose to become extraordinary people." Avina explained, "The mortality rate is too high, and not everyone is qualified to embark on a certain path. Once it gets out of control, it will be a disaster for the entire family."

"If you go through so much trouble to become a first-level transcendent, you'll still be at risk of being shot, and you'll have to endure the torment of muttering day and night... Not everyone can accept this outcome."

It turned out to be the case.

They cannot get in touch with people of too low a class, and they are unwilling to take the risk if they are in the middle class. There are not many top families like Avina's family that are involved in the extraordinary.

While they were talking, the carriage had already arrived at Avina's house. Charles did not get off with her because she had nothing to take.

She kept the second-level "Judge" potion and her personal belongings in the guest room. It was much safer to leave them there than to carry them with her when she went out.

After buying the appropriate potion from Deton Manor, Ciel would have to start thinking about advancing in the simulation.

Through several previous simulations, Charles had roughly figured out a few conditions for obtaining destiny points in the simulation.

The rewards for breaking the destined death are currently stable and high, followed by killing people of higher levels, followed by exceeding the requirements of the reappearance ritual, and then explorations like touching the "other world", and finally, if you do nothing, the system will give you a consolation prize.

In order to consistently obtain more destiny points than required after each simulation and achieve a balance between income and expenditure, Ciel must at least work on the reproduction ceremony.

Even if it is a first-level ceremony, it must be carried out with great fanfare to obtain as many destiny points as possible.

Then, in each simulation, she would try to complete as many second-level "Judge" reproduction rituals as possible. She had not yet opened the secret letter regarding the ritual requirements, and planned to make a unified plan after purchasing everything.

After waiting for about five minutes, Charles planned his subsequent plan to become stronger in his mind. Then, Avina opened the car door again and got in with a handbag. Nia, the "Crown Guard" who came with her, sat next to the driver in the front.

"Here you go," Avina handed the exquisite black handbag to Charles and said, "Although it has an anti-theft function, you should be careful when handling it."

"it is good."

Charles took the bag with both hands, suppressed his inner excitement, slowly unfastened the golden lock, and opened the small bag.

A neatly arranged stack of hundred-dollar Soviet pound bills lay quietly inside.

Charles slowly stretched out his right hand and directly grasped the stack of Soviet pounds. Feeling its weight and thickness, an indescribable sense of satisfaction surged in his heart.

A lot of money...

Charles resisted the urge to smell it, and after fastening the buckle somewhat stiffly, he protected the bag.

Avina, who was sitting opposite Charles, looked at the cute look of Charles holding the bag in his arms. Although her face was expressionless, she began to think about something in her heart.

Ciel...seems to be very interested in money...

It’s a pity that he is still wearing a mask, so we can’t see Charles’ face now. He should be as cute as imagined, like a cat protecting its food, right?

"Charles, let me see the bottle of medicine that Adele gave you." Avina said to Charles.

"Okay." Charles took out the bottle of potion from his pocket and handed it to Avina.

After inspecting it briefly, Avina tested it with the props, and finally handed it to Charles and said, "It's drinkable."

Ciel took the potion, lifted his mask slightly, drank it all, and finally put the mask back on.

"Take off your mask first." Avina said helplessly, "Put your bag aside and come sit over here. I'll help you disguise yourself."

"Okay." Charles sat down next to Avina with his bag in his arms and reached out to take off his mask.

"Turn around."

Avina held Charles's shoulders and helped her turn around, then took out a bottle of crystal potion and a hairband from her waist bag.

Inside the bottle was a gray-blue liquid with a slight smoke emitting. She removed the lid and poured the liquid over Charles' head.

Charles only felt a slight chill on his head and asked curiously, "What is this?"

"Dyeing potion." Avina said, "It's made with some spiritual materials. It can change your hair color, giving you a certain extraordinary aura. It's easy to shape and won't damage your hair."

Charles wanted to ask how much it cost, but when he remembered that the other party was Avina, he didn't say anything.

A true eldest daughter of a super family has no concept of money.

Things that can be solved with money are not problems.

After Avina finished dyeing Charles' hair, she seemed unsatisfied and started to braid her hair. She quickly used the black ribbon in her hand to tie a small ponytail on both sides of Charles' ears, and finally curled her hair with her fingers.

Charles looked at his own reflection in the car window in front of him. His hair color and hairstyle had only changed slightly, but his whole temperament was completely different.

If Charles looked more mysterious and dangerous before, now she looks more luxurious and calm, more like a real young lady. Judging from the economic level, she is a young lady who is about to go bankrupt.

"nailed it?"

"nailed it."

After hearing this, Charles put on his mask and sat back down, leaving Avina speechless. She muttered softly, "I didn't even see it..."

But Avina didn't dwell on it for too long. There was still a long way to go, so she planned to tell Charles where they were going.

"Char, once you become a member and exchange your chips with us, they'll ask you to play a game," Avina explained. "Just choose a simple card game and lose 50 pounds in chips. It'll be over. It'll be your entry fee."

"Is there such a rule?" Charles couldn't help but feel distressed when he heard it.

50 Soviet pounds... I wouldn't have dared to think about it before, but now I have to sell it casually...

"There's nothing I can do. They have the most complete range of items and can guarantee relative safety," Avina shook her head. "If you really have materials that you can't find, you won't think their admission fee and handling fee are expensive."

After hearing so much, Charles' curiosity was finally piqued.

At this time, the carriage returned to the private clinic. After picking up Adele, the carriage turned around and sped towards Deton Manor.

The carriage ran towards a place away from the center of Burren City, and finally left the city of Burren and ran towards the hill along the cobblestone road leading to the woods.

This is Creek Mountain, which Charles recognizes. After all, the city of Burren is mainly plains, with only some hills around it, and the nearest mountain is Creek Mountain.

The carriage stopped at the gate of a huge manor located halfway up the mountain. After Charles and others got off the carriage, two waiters at the gate of the manor came to greet them.

"Welcome to Deton Manor... Could you please show us your membership credentials?" The leading waiter bowed slightly and looked at Charles after checking the cards and credentials of the other three people.

"The three of us are her introducers," Avina explained, "Let's take her to get the certificate."

"No problem, miss, please follow me." The waiter made room for Charles to follow.

"Xia...um...we'll be waiting for you in the lobby." Adele almost blurted out Charles' name as she opened her mouth. Fortunately, she realized the problem in time and changed her words.

"Ok."

After Charles replied, he followed the waiter into the manor.

She looked around the manor curiously. It didn't look much different from Avina's home, nor was it the casino she had imagined. It looked more like a holiday villa for the rich.

Soon, Charles was taken to the reception room, where piles of chips were piled up and a man was sitting among the chips with a cigar in his mouth.

"Newcomer?" The man glanced at Ciel and said, "The chips are 100:80. The voucher is on the table over there. Leave as many chips as you want, then take the voucher to the room over there. Someone will take you there."

Charles did not reply. He simply exchanged 100 Soviet pounds for eight 10-pound chips, took a voucher card, and walked towards the room the man pointed to.

Ciel carefully examined the chips and found that each chip was marked, which made her wish of exchanging a large bag of chips next time go unfulfilled.

All I can say is that from her first impression, she had a very bad impression of this place, and felt it was a bit sloppy.

After she opened the door, she frowned slightly.

Inside was a small room without doors or windows, separated by glass on the left. On the other side of the glass was a table. A corpse with half of its head missing was lying on the gambling table, with blood and brain matter all over the floor.

"Hello, please follow me," a sweet-voiced woman in a maid outfit and a strange red poker mask curtsied to Ciel. "Which area would you like to go to? The gambling area? The poker room? The VIP area? Or the Marseilles area?"

"Poker room." Charles said as Avina said.

"plz follow me."

The maid opened the door on the other side and led Charles in. Everything in front of him suddenly became wider. He imagined magnificent decorations and people in gorgeous clothes walking inside. A bell rang, and everyone looked towards the platform in the middle.

Inside the central platform, there is a space sealed with glass.

Two men sat opposite each other across the gambling table. In the middle, a dealer wearing a green chip mask was loading bullets into a special pistol. Even inside the glass room, the loading sound could be heard clearly outside, as if the glass room had been specially treated.

As Charles followed the maid through the crowd, he looked towards the platform over there.

"Three live rounds, two blanks," the dealer said, putting down his pistol. "Please reveal your chips. The one with the higher chip goes first."

The box in front of the two men was slowly opened. The bald man on the left obviously had more chips. After breaking out in a cold sweat, he reached out and took the pistol, pointing it at the man opposite. His sweaty face looked a little crazy.

"Three live bullets?! Kid! You have no chance! I'm the one who's going to turn the tables!" The bald man grinned, turned the gun barrel, pointed it at his forehead, and pulled the trigger directly.

Click——

There was a crisp sound from the special sealed magazine, and it was a blank bullet.

"Hahahahahaha!!!" The bald man burst into laughter and pointed the gun directly at the man in front of him, "Die! Damn you!"

Then he pulled the trigger.

Click——

With a crisp sound, an empty eggshell was ejected.

The bald man's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that the bullet was still blank. He roared and looked directly at the other party and pulled the trigger again.

boom--!

The bullet spurted out, spitting out a flaming snake, but in the next second, the bullet turned accurately and pierced the bald man's forehead, leaving a bloody hole at the bullet tip.

"Your fate of losing is unchangeable."

The dealer with the green chip mask elegantly used the black ruler in his hand to cross the chips in front of the bald man, which were covered with blood and brain matter, and asked, "Sir, your debt is only 1410 pounds away. Do you want to continue?"

"Go on." The man opposite had red eyes and was breathing heavily.

Ciel frowned slightly.

No wonder Avina told herself not to get involved in other gambling games...these were real desperadoes.

But what if I want to digest the "Gambler" potion, or complete the "Gambler" promotion ceremony?

If she had been able to take the initiative in the game just now, she would definitely not have lost.

"Miss, here we are."

The maid pushed open the door, revealing another spacious hall with eight card tables. She stopped beside an empty seat and said to Charles, "This is your first time here. Are you familiar with the rules?"

At this time, the people at other card tables, after hearing about the first arrival, all cast their eyes towards Charles.

Among them, there are many "gambler" eyes.

"I'm not familiar with it." Charles said. She had no interest in these things at all. She just wanted to lose fifty quickly and then find others to join.

"Okay, then I'll explain the rules to you and then invite others to join the game."

No maid invitation is needed.

The "gamblers" surrounded the card table after hearing that the newbie was coming to give money.

Chapter 4000: A Quick Pass to the "Gambler" Path? ( words)

"Miss, when you first enter Deton Manor, you need to participate in a gambling game."

"Losing 50 Soviet pounds or winning 5 Soviet pounds in any bet will end the bet."

"Do you have any objections?"

The maid wearing a red chip mask quietly explained the rules to Ciel.

"No objection." Charles nodded.

At this time, the green-masked dealer in front of Charles asked, "Excuse me, miss, what type of card game would you like to play?"

"Whist, blackjack, faro, draw poker, roulette, dice, backgammon, all these can be played in the card room."

The dealer politely introduced the rules. After a moment of silence, Charles asked, "Could you please explain the rules?"

Ciel's words brought bright smiles to the faces of those around him.

Many people are ready to get ready and go to the gambling table.

Charles's behavior looked like he just wanted to pay the 50 pounds "protection fee" and leave.