Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

The more Isabella thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong with the two of them. Just then, she ran into old Bishop Marshall, who was walking slowly towards her.

The old man smiled and said, "How are little Isa, Vera and little Sulph?"

Isabella said expressionlessly, "Very good, no one is dead."

"It seems like something happened to you. Did Vera make you angry, or did little Sulph do something out of the ordinary?"

"No, none of them have passed away."

Marshall smiled and said, "In that case, let's be more tolerant of young people."

Isabella held her breath and said depressedly: "But she is only ten..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man continued mumbling:

"By the way, you're not a kid anymore. I've seen Knight Vals of the Golden Forge court you several times. You're about the same age..."

Volume 1: Chapter 52: The Good Years, Sulfu

early morning.

Dagangwan District Police Station, police canteen.

Tia sat at the dining table yawning. After waking up in the morning, she and Vera parted ways with disgust towards each other.

Vera washed her face in the bathroom for more than ten minutes, while Tia changed her clothes directly.

I don't know why, but Sister Isabella always looks at me strangely.

Pulling her thoughts back to her senses, Tia drank a cup of stomach-warming black tea and ate a small snack of a mixture of sugar and oil.

Breakfast at the police station is not free, but Sir Roman gave Tia the privilege of free breakfast because of her "honor-wounded" performance.

From six in the morning to now - seven twenty-five.

She had been eating breakfast for an hour and a half, mainly for entertainment.

If she were given a free dinner, she would probably have to live in the police station 24 hours a day...

As for missions? None!

Because the "nightmare" dragged her into the deep sea, there was no guarantee of any sequelae, so Bishop Marshall suggested a week-long observation.

Then Tia got a week of paid vacation for free.

Scarlett became busy. On the one hand, she was about to be promoted to a regular employee. On the other hand, her tasks suddenly became more intense after Tia stopped working. Now she was leading several trainee hunters from the Defense Bureau who were temporarily recruited by Roman to collect the "trophies".

That is the siren song of that warehouse.

Roman was a little upset when he learned that he couldn't get the five thousand gold pounds back, but then he found out the good news: an alchemical potion worth hundreds of thousands of gold pounds!

Yes, hundreds of thousands of pounds.

Scarlett took inventory of the entire warehouse all night long. In addition to the 160,000 gold pounds worth of Siren Song sold overseas, there were also 200,000 gold pounds worth of Siren Song that had been stranded in the warehouse for a long time.

Of course, these 360,000 gold pounds are inflated. After deducting the added value factors such as transportation costs, marketing bonuses, and markups by unscrupulous merchants, if sold to the church, it is estimated to be worth only 60000 gold pounds.

But so what!

According to New London Port’s financial report last year, annual tax revenue was only 1500 million pounds!

With such a large sum of money coming in, do we still need to worry about the financial problems of the Anti-Suppression Bureau?

Roman really wanted to worship Tia and make her the eighth god, the god of wealth!

There are all kinds of chatter about the god of revelation and destiny, the god of mercy and protection, the god of steam and industry, the god of order and kingdom.

The God of Wealth is the true God!

Now, Miss Tia, the Goddess of Wealth, had just finished her last piece of dessert and wanted to get another one for free, but she found that the kitchen was closed...

I had no choice but to pick up a newspaper, drink tea and read it, which was quite like the style of an old official in the government.

At this moment, Miss Scarlett, a trainee wearing a blue and white uniform and a wide-brimmed hat, who is now a formal police officer, walked over dejectedly and sat on the chair next to Tia.

Tia sipped her tea. The newspaper headlines were about celebrating the official end of the Queen's celebrations and the preparations Silver Castle was making for the annual royal meeting.

These didn't concern her much. Tia looked at Scarlett and said with a smile, "It seems that being a formal police officer doesn't have it easy either."

"Yes, Ms. Tia. It's not easy at all. Today I have to inspect 8660 bottles of Siren Song and pack them, but there are only four of us... and for some reason, there are a bunch of reporters outside the warehouse!"

"It's really hard work. So why not hire a few more people."

"No money, at least not before selling the Siren Song to the Church..."

This is the real reason. Because we have no money, we have to use our limited cattle and horses to death.

Scarlett sighed and mentioned the reporters blocking the door, which seriously affected their work efficiency.

Tia sighed, then drank her tea happily. She said, "Some reporters are like this. Once they find big news, they'll fly around like flies to a scent."

Tia comforted him and expressed her understanding, agreement, and willingness to provide all kinds of help beyond practical actions.

She patted the policewoman on the shoulder and said, "Keep going! My reward of one thousand pounds is still waiting for payment upon delivery."

Scarlett stood up again and walked away weakly.

Sure enough, if you feel that the years are peaceful, there must be someone carrying the burden and moving forward.

Poor Scarlett!

Tia groaned inwardly, then continued happily drinking tea and reading the newspaper. Today's headlines:

In response to public outcry, Her Majesty the Queen issued Order No. 13, urging the Cabinet to draft the first item of the Royal Conference proposal, the "Electoral Reform Bill".

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Snapped!

The newspaper was pressed against the table.

In the luxurious carriage of the train, Prince Albert looked at the clock and frowned.

The clock hands had already pointed to 9 o'clock. He had been waiting in the train for a full 8 hours, and Roman's people had not arrived yet!

On the chair next to her, her sister Eleanor had already fallen asleep leaning against the back of the chair!

Prince Albert has a strong physique, a thick coat that makes him look plump, and his face is angular.

Eleanor was completely different. She was quite young, looking only fifteen or sixteen years old, with soft and luxurious white-gold hair and delicate and holy features. At this moment, she had fallen asleep with her arms resting on the wide armrest of the chair.

Although she was asleep at this moment, when you approached her, you could still tell that Eleanor had a natural sense of alienation, like the glow in the glass. She was not as warm as the light in Tia's blood, but rather cold and unapproachable, as if reaching out to touch her would cause her to shatter.

Prince Albert is most aware of his sister's condition, a curse called "dissociation" that makes Eleanor appear fragile, alienated, and unreal to others.

This curse was not intentionally cast by a transcendent being, but was the price paid by the Ansu royal family for borrowing the power of a false god three hundred years ago. Every three generations, one person would be born with the dissociation curse.

Eleanor paid this price for her brothers and sisters, so she was especially loved and protected by them.

But this didn't mean others would treat Eleanor kindly. On the contrary, the curse had caused Eleanor to suffer from both active and passive cold violence since she started school. She had no friends, lacked social skills, and repeatedly encountered obstacles in interacting with others, to the point that she became timid. She often kept to herself, afraid to go out, and lived in Silver Castle for years, rarely moving around, which led to her physical weakness.

This time Eleanor took the initiative to suggest going out with him to relax, and Albert was so happy. This joy and relief was even stronger than when he was officially granted the status of heir.

But unexpectedly, Roman actually stood him up!

He now wished he could twist Roman's head off and kick it like a ball!

At this moment, a guard led Roman into the carriage.

Roman walked in and bowed, then sat down on a chair and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! My Prince, but I really had no choice but to wait so long this time."

Volume 1: Chapter 53 I Need to Find a Guardian for My Sister

“Roman, I’m telling you, I don’t want to hear any of this right now. All I care about is that there’s no fucking place to stay! I can live with that, but Eleanor, she’s been waiting for eight hours for me, and for you!

"You need to fucking apologize to her!"

In the corridor, Albert walked to a distance where Eleanor could not hear him, and finally could not help cursing. Although his cursing was not in line with aristocratic etiquette, but fuck aristocratic etiquette.

The House of Lords has become a botanical garden. Who are they showing off their aristocratic etiquette to?

Roman apologized sincerely, "This is indeed my fault. I'll apologize to Eleanor later. I've made all the arrangements for the mansion, but it's best if you don't wander off during this time. Otherwise, news of your visit to the constituency might get back to Silver Castle."

"Good! Good!"

Albert sat down on the chair and asked the guard to open the window. He took a few breaths of cold air to calm down and said indignantly, "Now you can give me a reason to explain what ridiculous things you have been doing for the past eight hours!"

"The Twin Serpents Cult."

"what?"

"It's the Twin Snakes Cult that caused the Great Plague of Newlon Port sixteen years ago. I was transferred here by the Great Silver Castle Defense Bureau just for this matter." Roman asked the guard to take a chair and sit down.

Albert’s expression suddenly changed, and he asked, “Any clues?”

"Yes, it's probably going to make a comeback."

"Fuck these bastards who grew up eating rats! They've just been quiet for over a decade and they're starting over again!"

"It's a shame, but it's true. Last night I went to look for... Never mind, there's no way to talk about this."

"Is it a ceremony?"

"Yes," Roman said, "but anyway, we managed to find a clue last night. Guess what? Have you heard the Siren's Song?"

Albert thought for a moment, then thought of something and said, “That tranquilizer?”

"That's some bullshit tranquilizer potion! It's the alchemical potion that's supposed to push people past the deep dive limit! We seized 36 gold pounds worth of it!"

"Then it seems I don't need to send you money."

"I accept offers from everyone." Roman's expression suddenly changed, and he said with a smile, "Who would complain about a small amount of money?"

"I think those congressmen think so too." Albert changed the subject casually.

His purpose in coming to New York was simple: to inform the local city hall that expanding the franchise was inevitable and to get them prepared. He would also visit numerous important figures along the way, preparing a political asset for his future as the crown prince.

The royal power of Ansu has been greatly weakened, but thanks to its prestige and the Grand Police Department, the royal family still has some say in parliament, at least more than the House of Lords composed of nobles.

This time, Albert wants to push for the passage of the constituency reform bill, which will abolish the traditional quota of constituency members, redistribute the total number of constituency members according to the population ratio, and expand the scope of voters.

These were proposals that had long been popular, and Albert could gain great prestige by simply following their lead.

While walking and chatting with Roman, Albert walked into the carriage and gently woke Eleanor up, saying softly, "Eleanor, it's time to get off."

After Eleanor got off the car, the royal siblings, who had been disguised, followed Roman into a carriage.

In the carriage, Eleanor listened to Roman talk about a lot of things about New York Port and what happened last night, and her thoughts were in a mess.

Albert suddenly asked, "By the way, you said you found a clue last night. I also heard you mention the mafia and Sequence Seven. How did you find it?"

Speaking of this, Roman couldn't help but want to light his pipe, but Albert glared at him immediately. He smiled awkwardly and gave up, saying, "To be precise, it wasn't me who found the clue, but a consultant I just hired."

"consultant?"

Albert raised his eyebrows and said, “Do you have such a fierce general under your command?”

He immediately became interested. Eleanor was in need of a bodyguard. Although it was unfair for Roman, Eleanor's safety was also very important.

Roman rolled his eyes and said, "Don't even think about it. He's still a student. Furthermore, he's injured. While it won't affect his activities, it's impossible for him to work under you."

Student, a college student? A younger age would be nice; he and Eleanor would have something in common. As for the injury not affecting his activities, that's even better. Then he wouldn't even feel guilty about borrowing someone!

Of course, this still needs to be investigated.

Otherwise, if Roman brought a little yellow-haired kid who didn't know his place and hurt Eleanor, he would not be able to help but chop the guy to death.

Prince Albert looked at his sister who was dozing on his shoulder, his body motionless, and said to Roman:

"Interesting, very interesting. I should like to meet this young man."

"today?"

"Of course! But we have to send Eleanor there first. She needs to rest."

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Dagangwan District Police Station, police officer restaurant.

Tia was sitting in the restaurant in the classic posture of an old cadre, waiting for lunch, with an old newspaper from the archive room at hand.

These old newspapers were banned because they were published three years ago by a newspaper that specialized in satirizing the Queen and the royal family. Tia even subscribed to it because, after all, political jokes never go out of style.