Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

This formal ceremony, the sacred and pious appearance, plus the cellar wine that Tia specially prepared for 300 gold pounds a bottle.

Soon, in a sanctuary under the deep sea, in a cemetery illuminated by the silver moon, a group of crows sensed the Seal of the Crows that summoned them.

For a moment, pairs of silver-white eyes flashed in the dense laurel forest outside the cemetery.

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Volume 1: Chapter 98: The Willing One Takes the Bait and the Raven King

Since they were in the sanctuary, these crows were naturally spiritual beings. According to common sense, spiritual beings generally lacked intelligence, let alone the ability to obey the orders of the humans presiding over the ceremony.

It's normal for a normal spirit creature to float up and punch the summoner to death. There are also some outrageous things:

Chasing the host, torturing him bit by bit, enjoying the fear, but being killed in return;

The Tzeentch faction who wanted to use their intelligence to scheme against the host to gain greater benefits, but ended up burning their brains out;

Nurgle who wanted to become a god by spreading diseases or natural or man-made disasters, but ended up being used as ritual material;

And the lustful type who, after being sexually repressed, wants to stir-fry regardless of gender, but finds that there is no body and can only be impotent and furious.

Among all his abstract colleagues, the King of Ravens, "Silver Claw Shrike", felt that after he broke away from abstraction and cooperated with that Saint Vincent, the whole crow world felt refreshed and the business of the sanctuary was booming.

Every once in a while, humans on the sea would offer him and his followers fine wine. The only price he had to pay was to sell the ravens under his claws as cattle and horses.

This is truly a beautiful thing, especially since the humans using Vincent's rituals can help his sanctuary, the "Laurel Forest," remain stable at around 35000 meters.

As for going higher, the Shrike wouldn't dare. His strength wasn't as formidable as those of the mighty gods; he couldn't even withstand a single round from a Sequence 3 Saint Vincent. If a powerful transcendent or spiritual being suddenly appeared in the laurel forest, snorting, "What the hell are you doing, stupid crow blocking my way? I think you've already met your doom," wouldn't that be the end of him?

Therefore, the Shrike cleverly maintains a very safe altitude of 30,000 meters. It will not provoke its peers by sinking too deep, nor will it arouse the church's fear by being too close to the water surface. It is stuck around 35000 meters, lying flat, just to give up.

He also ordered the ravens not to accept orders from Transcendents whose Sequence Levels were too high. They could just get involved in some minor fights and get some wine. If they got involved in a major war between humans, all of them would die. What a shame!

For example, last time, a female alchemist pretended to have a Sequence 9 body and even wanted to summon a raven.

It was simply a joke to him, the Silver Claw Shrike. His lightning-fast eyes saw it clearly. The woman's soul was almost at 30000m! He would not agree to it at first glance.

In the laurel forest, the sleeping Shrike sensed that the St. Vincent ceremony was establishing a connection between him and the ceremony host. The other party's breath was familiar, but Shrike was not sure.

The soul is completely invisible.

Generally speaking, there are two situations in which one cannot see clearly. One is that the soul strength is too weak and it is too far away from his sanctuary; the other is that the soul strength is too strong and it is also too far away from his sanctuary.

In the past, Shrike would not respond to such orders, but this time he had to admit that he was greedy.

That human actually used the 80-year-old classic dry red wine produced from the Nore Estate on the Iris Bolivian Coast - brewed with juicy and sweet large fruits of a special variety from the Nore Mountain Vineyard. After undergoing a unique process, the peak period of the wine has directly reached 90 years instead of the normal 50 years, and the fruity and aged aroma has reached a new level!

Shrike thought about it and wondered how many years it had been since he had drunk such a top-level tribute.

Usually, those old men in the church would just fool him with the leftover wine from the church, and sometimes they would even dilute it with water!

On the branches of the laurel tree, countless silver-white ravens spread their wings and flew up.

The Shrike said, "Children! Children! When good wine comes, there are friends! When strong liquor comes, there are old men! Come on, there is good wine!"

"Ga!"

"Quack quack!"

The spiritual ravens suddenly became excited and responded to the host of the ceremony in reality.

Spreading their wings, the ravens quickly flew up, leaving the laurel forest and floating up to the real world. Then Shrike heard a clear, sharp and refreshing cry -

"Gah!"

What a refreshing cry! How much good wine must have been prepared?

The silver-white Raven King was so moved that he wept and said, "Finally, we've found a lucky charm who's willing to give us some excellent wine. Children, hurry up and change the wine for me!"

"Gah!"

"Gah!"

"Gah!"

Such short and sharp sounds came one after another. Shrike estimated that the human must have summoned more than ninety ravens, but he didn't seem satisfied yet.

And it was a bit strange. There was a connection between the gods and the believers, but his ravens didn't react at all after flying up.

When the human had summoned more than a hundred, Shrike was about to go up and stop them. No matter how many followers he had, he couldn't withstand such a torture.

What insatiable human beings are.

Apart from being a little more generous than the old man in the church, they are two of a kind.

The Shrike was a little dissatisfied and spread his wings. Like other ravens, he was covered with silver-white feathers and had red eyes.

The difference was that scarlet saliva was secreted from his crow's beak, dripping under the laurel tree and gathering into a dark red flowing stream, slowly flowing through the cemetery.

——Bah!

The moment it responded to the ceremony, the Silverclaw Shrike spread its wings and flew upwards. It left the laurel forest and soon became a small dot in the vast deep ocean, while the sky above its head gradually became brighter from darkness.

This means that he is about to emerge into the real world.

As a very experienced Raven King, Shrike has very sophisticated and skillful words and escape techniques to deal with these greedy humans.

So he decided to persuade this...

In the police station office in the Dagangwan District, a hexagram ritual formation was painted on the ground with silver powder. A huge silver-white raven just poked its head out from the center of the formation and saw a horrifying scene.

Countless crows lay scattered on the ground, piled together.

And before him, there was a black-haired girl whose eyes exuded an extremely vicious, extremely violent, and extremely dangerous spirit. Her danger level was immeasurable. She was obviously ridiculously strong, but she was possessed by a weak body of at most Sequence 9.

He was dressed in a priest's uniform, but in his hand he was holding a crowbar burning with golden flames.

Just watch the crowbar raised high.

boom!

The scorching heat and the hard crowbar immediately hit the Shrike hard.

Before the Raven King could even open his mouth to cackle, Tia hit him with a home run, causing the Silverclaw Shrike to see stars.

Seeing that another spiritual crow had been summoned, Tia subconsciously hit it with a stick, but she didn't expect that the crow's head was incredibly hard. When she looked closely, she saw that the black-haired girl and the Raven King were both scared and retreated.

"Oh my god! How did you catch such a big one?"

"Oh my god! Why are you here again, you monster?!"

Volume 1: Chapter 99 Are you the only one called the Raven King?

Speaking of her original purpose, Tia simply wanted to test her compatibility with the Seal of the Crows. If she failed, it would be fine. But if she succeeded, she would take revenge on these crows who cheated her for food and drink.

These spiritual crows had responded to her Crow Seal Ritual several times before, but they took away the wine and refused to float up, not to mention that Tia lost more than a hundred gold pounds.

At this moment, Tia had already caught more than a hundred ravens and piled them behind her desk.

The big crows, with wings more than one meter long, had stars in their eyes, the world was spinning, their legs were twitching, they suddenly cawed twice, and flapped their wings and spun around on the ground.

According to common sense, spiritual creatures are generally immune to physical damage, and can even become completely invisible, but Tia's purely enchanted magic damage, a touch of golden fire, with the impact of a crowbar, hit the Silver Claw Shrike hard.

The large crow cackles, "You human are so shameless! You actually tricked us ashore with good wine! Ouroboros, Saints! Where are the rules, where is the church, where is Vincent!?"

Tia was also angry. She slammed the table so hard that the Shrike was startled. The girl said fiercely, "Finally, someone who can talk has come. You greedy crows still have the nerve to say that? You stole so much wine from me, and you never responded to my rituals again and again. You're taking me for a fool?!"

The Shrike flapped its wings and stood on the ground like a free-range chicken, angrily saying, "This isn't my rule. Why are you being so fierce? Why don't you go find Vincent?"

"I don't care about your affairs. Even if you are a spiritual being, you can't deny your debts. You owe me so much, how can you pay me back?"

"Woman, you've gone too far! You've attracted the attention of the Raven King, Silverclaw Shrike! You're doomed!"

"You dare to threaten the creditor?" Tia said viciously, holding a crowbar: "You are the King of Ravens?"

"Do you dare to go down and try it out?"

Tia would never fight randomly in real life. This big crow is obviously not someone to be trifled with. If she is defeated, she will have to run away to the church for help.

It’s not a big deal if it’s embarrassing, the key is that going to the church to ask for help costs money!

Asking Bishop Marshall to help out would cost at least a thousand pounds, and Tia felt distressed.

Hearing this, the Silver Claw Shrike said timidly, "Who wants to fight you? You must be thinking of stealing my laurel forest from the deep sea! I won't fall for your trick and sell you the coordinates of the sanctuary! Forget it!"

"Then you can't run away."

"???"

Tia complained, "You just interrupted the ritual of the Seal of the Crows and completed it directly. Now that you have completed the ritual with me, you are at my mercy."

"how come!"

Tia actually saw human panic in the crow's eyes.

The Raven King panicked, "You've contracted me, so what will happen to my laurel forest? I can't respond to the St. Vincent ritual!"

Tia asked, "Is there any problem with this?"

"This is a big problem! The target of the St. Vincent ceremony is me. When you humans arrange the St. Vincent ceremony, I can only respond in reality and cannot mobilize the children in the laurel forest!"

"That's easy. I'll respond for you."

Tia said happily, "Give me the coordinates of Laurel Forest, and I'll send two messengers to your sanctuary to deliver the message. Don't worry, my two messengers are of high spiritual bloodline and will ensure that the message is delivered to you."

"Look, I can find you a physical body in the real world. Drinking in a physical body is much better than smelling in a spirit body."

There is nothing to complain about when it comes to Tia.

Theoretically, the materials for various rituals were sacrificed to the deep sea, but the deep sea is not a material space, so what swallowed up these materials? The Martian market?

The Silver Claw Shrike grumbled and resisted:

"Shut up! Damn human! The Raven King, Silverclaw Shrike, will never be enslaved!"

"A barrel of fine collectible wine from the Boliu Coast every month."

"Do you look down on the great Silverclaw Shrike?"

"Add another bottle of century-old wine." Tia picked up an empty bottle of wine that had just been sacrificed.

"Hmph, woman, you have successfully attracted the attention of the great Silverclaw Shrike, but ravens will never be enslaved!"

Tia sneered, then stepped back to the wall, picked up the rotary phone, and quickly dialed four times. She said, "Please connect me to the Cathedral of Our Lady."

How can you play like this! And even go to Notre Dame Cathedral!

Do you dare to have a fair fight, you bastard? Although he may not win.

Shrike immediately recalled the memory of being forced to sign a contract by Saint Vincent of the Cathedral of Our Lady hundreds of years ago. He quickly flapped his wings and stretched his neck, cawing like a goose at the village entrance:

"Wait, wait! I can talk too! I can be an apostle too!"

Tia hung up the phone and threw the bottle into the trash can. Tia was a good girl in this regard and did not throw it away carelessly. A smile appeared on her face, no longer as ferocious as before. She lifted the hem of her skirt and made a welcome gesture in a very ladylike manner.

"That's great! Welcome to the Suppression Bureau, Your Majesty the Saint Shrike!"

"Wait, do I deserve such a high title?"

"If I say it's worthy, then it's worthy."

"What about the wine? "

"I've paid this month's rent, and the remaining rent will be renewed next month when it expires."

"You should renew your mall membership card!"

"You spiritual creatures also have shopping malls?"

"Last time, a silly red-haired little girl from the church tried to trick His Majesty the Shrike with expired, discounted wine from the mall, and accidentally sacrificed her membership card. Such a despicable human, what the hell is wrong with the Great Shrike..."

"Your Majesty the Shrike."

"Yes! You are truly a smart and humble human! His Majesty the Shrike would never do business with such a despicable human!"

Tia thought it sounded familiar, but without giving it much thought, she simply praised the crow. "Give a stick and then a date, not to mention the dates are free, so just praise it and that's it."

Shrike was very satisfied with the title of "Your Majesty", and with the supply of high-end wine that had not been seen in many years, he did not mind staying in reality for a while.

Although this promise is indeed hasty for humans.

But the Shrike is a serious spiritual creature, and nothing is more important to him than wine!