Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Behind the police officer came a tall and sharp-eyed police inspector. From his shoulder straps it could be seen that he was a district chief.

The police officer heard the voice and turned around and saluted quickly, "Chief Willy!"

"Yeah. That's Matthew Hudson, right? He's a native of Iris, but he ended up going to Anzu to be a pastor. Ugh!"

Director Willy smoked a cigarette, mixed with the thick smoke, and spat at Matthew's feet.

Matthew was speechless. He clenched his fists and his face turned red and white, but he couldn't say anything.

There were the sounds of boots tapping on the ground - Fernina stood in front of Matthew and looked up at the director.

"Changing orders from one day to the next is detrimental to the police's credibility. Isn't that right, Mr. Chief?"

"Which one are you?"

"I have no intention of doing anything. I am Phonina Bonaparte."

"Who cares what your name is? I mean, what are you doing here? If you don't have anything to do, get out and don't interfere with the police work."

The director was a little annoyed. Seeing that the girl in front of him was dressed unusually, he guessed that she might be someone of status, so he didn't want to provoke her.

Furninna was surprised. "What do you call work? Spitting?"

"Or is it your job to tamper with the legal code at will? Even the Ansu people know that the majesty of the legal code cannot be distorted. Prison visits are everyone's right. In some places, you can even apply for a visit anytime, anywhere."

The director snuffed out his cigarette and snorted, "Where's that rule? I've never heard of it. It's pure nonsense!"

"Oh, that's Ansu's rule."

"Are you using Ansu's sword to strike down an official from Iris? Miss Bonaparte, you are so bold! As a glorious and great citizen of Iris, you should learn more about the laws of Iris."

"Okay, okay. But I still think the relatives of those awaiting trial should have at least three one-hour visits."

"I've already told you not to mess around with foreign affairs. What country's law is this?"

"It's the iris, recorded in the 12th edition of the Luddite Code, Volume 4, Page 117, Entry 37, Year 511 of the Holy Calendar."

Chief Willy was stunned. He quickly waved for the police officer to come over and asked awkwardly, "Is that true?"

The police officer was confused and said, "This is the content of the bar exam, Chief!"

"I asked you if this was the case!"

Willy couldn't help getting angry when he heard the police officer's voice was so loud.

"Well, that's what happened."

Director Willy's vision suddenly went dark, and after a moment of pause, he stared intently at the girl who was at least a head shorter than him.

Although this girl seems to be completely non-aggressive and even has an inexplicable aura that makes people unable to get angry, this harmless and cute appearance is completely a disguise!

Helpless, he said to himself: "Go in!"

Matthew looked at Funina with gratitude as if he had been pardoned.

Finina led Matthew inside very skillfully.

After both of them left, Director Willy sat in the chair and continued smoking, feeling extremely depressed.

The police officer next to him cautiously reminded: "Chief, why did you stop Mr. Matthew? He is a real Iris man, right?"

"How the hell do I know why? How could I go against Governor Durant's plan? Didn't I know that Matthew was a legitimate Iris man?"

The police officer asked in confusion, "But why did you let Miss Bonaparte in? She's a foreigner, isn't she?"

Tia had been in the newspaper these days, and the police officer happened to see it.

But as soon as he said this, Director Willy scolded him bitterly, "Are you blind? You call that a foreigner, a foreigner who knows the code better than me? She is a foreigner, and who am I? I think you look like a foreigner!"

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The newly promoted pureblood Iris person, Funina, was shocked when she entered the waiting room.

Misty Moon City is in such a shabby state, but the waiting room and detention room in the police station are surprisingly spacious, beautiful, and fully furnished - no wonder everyone wants to go to jail for committing crimes, it turns out it's really better in here than outside!

However, this can be traced back to the historical tradition of Iris, because of the frequent civil wars and rebellions, there are many political prisoners. The lives of these political prisoners are like the ups and downs of the waves. When they are in power, they will certainly spend more money to build beautiful prisons and police stations, which may be their future homes.

In this ten-square-meter waiting room, which was furnished with a bed, a table and chairs, an oil lamp and a bookshelf, Matthew's sister Daisy, a thin fifteen-year-old girl with slightly dry black hair but a healthy complexion, was sitting on a chair reading a variety of books from the police station.

Mainly the Ludd Code and the like, as well as some designated books for enlightenment in Longchang left here by predecessors.

However, Daisy estimated that Yueyi didn't have time to cultivate into a local hero. She had only been watching for a few days, and the crime was directly punishable by death. However, Daisy didn't know this yet. She only knew that she had committed a crime.

So when she saw Matthew, Daisy was surprised and said, "Brother! You actually came here. Actually, there's nothing wrong here. Maybe I just bumped into some of the big shots' privacy and was locked up for a few days. Besides, the food and sleep here are very good, not worse than at home. You don't have to worry about me."

“Ah, this is…”

Daisy was surprised to see Fernina. She didn't remember her family ever knowing such a noble! She was definitely out of her league!

Matthew felt even more distressed when he heard his sister was so sensible, but he still forced a smile and introduced: "This is..."

But his voice was choked with pain and he couldn't speak.

Daisy noticed that something was wrong with her brother and was about to ask cautiously, but before she could say anything, she heard:

"A friend from afar."

Finina finished her introduction and said, "Daisy, the City Hall is accusing you of filming the meeting without permission, leaking state secrets, and thus constituting treason. This charge was not made through any formal procedure, but was directly assigned by the Archon."

The Archons of Iris hold far more power than the officials of Anzu, more like governors than mayors.

“Treason… treason?

"But the newspaper clearly gave me the certificate of approval, and the important people at the scene also agreed..."

When Daisy heard the word treason, her eyes widened and she became incoherent.

This really scared her a little, she had never expected to be accused of treason.

Finina touched her head and comforted her, "Yes, Daisy, you have been caught in a storm that does not belong to you at all."

"But do not be afraid, and do not worry. I will ensure your safety. This is not only out of righteousness and justice, but also because the eye of this storm is my target. Although I would like to come and go silently, at this moment, I can no longer achieve my goal in silence. Therefore, I will stand here to protect you and make you stand firm, and you will stand firm."

Turning around, she said to Matthew:

"Please help me notify Constable Scarlett of the Grand Police Department far away on Tower Street! I need her help now. The time has come for her to show justice. All darkness and evil will be exposed under her righteous light!"

Volume 1: Chapter 174: The Stone Sculpture President

Tower Street, St. Pantheon's College.

Scarlett was standing guard at the small door of the academy's chapel. She knew very little about this church building and had not even known that there was a church still in operation in the country of Iris.

She felt relieved only when she knew that this was the residence of the "President".

But Miss Scarlett, who was standing like a minion, stood guard for a while with a nervous look on her face, when she saw a fat, white-breaded priest approaching from a distance. He greeted her from a distance: "Guard! Do you know an Ansu named Scarlett?"

"Ah! It is I, sir..."

"The Father of All Creation! I have indeed come across him. I thought Mademoiselle Bonaparte was teasing me."

Scarlett was surprised when she heard the name of the witch messenger, "Miss Finina, are you here to see me? What happened?"

Huck scratched his head and said, "Yes, yes. But I don't know what she wants you to do."

"But I'm afraid it's hard for me to move around now, Reverend... You see, I'm on guard here."

"Oh, it's all right. I'll stand for you. Miss Bonaparte is waiting anxiously. This is a big event. She said you must come!"

"Is this also replaceable? You should go back first. I will definitely come over when I finish my work."

"That's fine too... You must arrive on time. You must be in the open court before 7 a.m. tomorrow!"

Huck left with a bit of regret. He glanced at the small church and didn't dare to say much.

Scarlett found it difficult to understand the pastor's train of thought, but as soon as she finished speaking, the small door behind her creaked and Eleanor walked out.

Scarlett stood up straight and touched her chest. "Your Highness! Have you completed your visit?"

Her eyes passed over Eleanor's temples and back, but she did not see Lady Bernice.

Eleanor nodded heavily and said, "Oh. The lady is talking to the president inside. She wants me to go first."

"I see......"

"Who was that just now?"

Eleanor had sharp ears and heard Tia's name.

Scarlett said, "It was a priest from the Holy Church who told me on behalf of Miss Funina to go to the public court in the castle area later."

The grand hotel where Eleanor and Tia stayed was in the Castle District. The Broken Gold River surrounded the Castle District, the Fontaine Palace District, and the Tower District, which formed the core of Mistmoon City. Outward, it was divided into three rings, and the residents were more mixed, with all kinds of people.

Eleanor was a bit interested. She walked ahead of Scarlett, following the police officer Yin Leng+Yingqik⒋5jiu4镹坝=群·聊 as if she were her little tail. She said in a rising voice, "I want to go too."

"Ah, but that's not appropriate, Ms. Bernice..."

"I am a princess."

"Even if you are Her Royal Highness the Princess..."

"Into the dungeon."

"Are you some kind of tyrant?!"

"Tia taught me."

"Don't learn this weird stuff from Commander Sulph!"

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St. Pantheon's College, in the chapel banquet hall.

The "President" sat at the head of the long banquet table, his fingers slightly bent and tapping on the table. A smile appeared on his marble sculpture face as he looked forward silently.

Standing behind him was the only remaining student of the "President", also his second student, Jeremiah, wearing a laurel wreath on his head. He was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, with a bright and sunny smile, long dark brown hair draped over his shoulders, and a handsome face that was difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

The laurel wreath was placed on him by the president himself, signifying his succession to the position of president of the society. But now, Jeremiah has placed the laurel wreath on the president's head again.

He looked at Ms. Bernice and explained, "I'm sorry, but the teacher has completely lost his mind and soul since three years ago. What you see now is merely a physical statue of the otherworldly god named Ulrich Bonhoeffer. Only at the end of each month, between six and midnight, does he open his eyes. Like a pre-programmed self-regulating puppet, he goes to the school cafeteria to buy a cup of hot tea, then spends the evening reading. Finally, at the stroke of twelve, he abruptly returns to the embrace of nightmares."

Ms. Bernice sighed and said, "Is there really no way to wake him up again?"

"I thought he had lived for over a hundred and fifty years, and that he could really go on living like an immortal."

"Ma'am, humans are already incredibly popular for living to be a hundred years old. This is a rare longevity among all living creatures."

Jeremiah smiled and said, "It's just that the teacher left too hastily. I don't think I have the talent to lead the academy, let alone the country of Iris. That's why I haven't been out in all these years, despite the hardships. I believe that after all these twists and turns, Iris and her people will find their own way out."

"You sound like you're taking things too far. Chaos isn't necessarily a bad thing, but order is always better, isn't it?"

"Perhaps. But I think Her Highness Eleanor, whom you brought with you, might be a good choice."

Jeremiah, the nominal current "president", smiled and instead pointed the finger at Eleanor.

Bernice took a closer look at the young man in the robe, who looked more like an ancient sage than a modern man, and asked hesitantly, "Are you crazy?"

"Of course not, ma'am. The truth is, the people of Iris don't care about their monarch, do they? This is the tradition of Iris. Furthermore, reaching this position will allow you to be closer to your teacher, and perhaps even inherit his legacy—although the probability is indeed a bit small."

Jeremiah smiled brightly and said, "In short, I think making Her Highness Eleanor a queen, or even the first living saint of Iris, is a very good choice. It all depends on the path people choose to take. The divisions and schisms within Iris lie not in monarchy or republic, but in the struggle between Master's alchemy and the path of the Unsheathed Blade."

"Division has proven it can't solve the problem. What's needed now is dialogue and compromise. Why can't both sides take a step back and elect a princess who represents vitality, tolerance, and prosperity, like an oak tree in the earth, to power?"

Ms. Bernice said in surprise, "You are not completely blind to the current situation. How did you make the irises look like this?"

"It's easy to light a fire, but it's hard to extinguish it," Jeremiah said. "But fire isn't entirely useless. Everything begins to sprout beneath the ashes, doesn't it? Just like the pastor who just arrived. I think it must be a serious case, which is why he's in such a hurry."

Jeremiah had witnessed Pastor Hake's arrival. Although he looked like a young man in his twenties, he was actually a fifty-year-old Sequence 3 man, simply pretending to be young.

Including the open-air court in the castle area. The open court is different from the normal court. It is a place where "trial-execution" is completed quickly, and only the consul can approve its use.

The chief of the nearest street police station is Willy, whose boss was promoted by Governor Durant.

He didn't know what Durant was up to recently, but Mr. Durant was a complete opportunist. If he couldn't help but use the open court directly, it must be that the person being tried had violated his core interests.

Volume 1: Chapter 175: Public Trial

dong dong!

There were two knocks on the door. Casco Durant, who was reading a newspaper in the office, looked up and said, "Come in!"