Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Thousands of trees and stones all laughed, and as they laughed, their bodies began to tremble, and the glittering light set off waves of the sea.

Several small stones came bounding to Eleanor's feet like puppies, looked up and asked, "Ellie! Who is she?"

"I won't tell you."

Eleanor said seriously.

The little stones wagged their tails and rubbed Eleanor's toes. "It's okay, it's okay. Eleanor! We just want to know who the little key is. She's going to open us! And you too!"

"We are you! You are us!"

"cheer!"

"cheer!"

The trees, stones, and wind didn't seem to be able to cheer, but they happily said the word "cheers" over and over again.

Eleanor asked confusedly, "Where am I?"

"Ahhhhh! Wherever you are, there we are!"

"Wherever we are, there you are!"

"That's it!"

"Right, Tia?! What are you? Are you a doll? No, you're a temple! Are you a temple? No, you're a bird!"

"You're all wrong! You're our best little key!"

"That's it!"

As the voice fell, the trees swayed in a sea of ​​light, and Eleanor's eyes were soon filled with light. She held her eyes with one hand and covered them with the other.

Wait and then open your eyes.

Eleanor sat blankly in front of the dressing mirror. The hanged man in the shrine showed Tia's face.

Tia also looked confused.

What is this thing? Where did it go? Is this still my home?

Why did my vest fall off?

Volume 1: Chapter 139 Tia Has Not Sleep Yet

Tia was still one step behind.

Although I have long known that Eleanor is burdened with an extraordinary curse and her soul may not be normal, this is too abnormal!

Tia's diving limit is tied to the depth of the Inverted Temple, both around 42000 meters.

Eleanor could easily see the origin of the shrine, which meant that her diving depth was even deeper than this value, and not just a little bit deeper.

How deep is this?

Eleanor hadn't reacted to any of this yet. She just hugged the shrine excitedly, her eyes shining as she asked, "Sulph, is this some kind of ritual?"

Those eyes can see through the truth. Tia didn't feel anything before, but now that she has a guilty conscience, she is sweating profusely.

She was silent for a moment, then said, "You can think of it as a ritual. But Anne and Vera don't know that this ritual is also very important to me."

Eleanor could hear the hidden meaning in Tia's voice and felt a little frustrated.

But he quickly cheered up, blinked, and said cunningly: "Is it important? Can't I tell him or anyone else?"

"If you already know, don't ask!"

"Hey, you guessed it right."

Eleanor shook her head, delighted that this was the first time anyone had confided in her.

"Is this a secret?" Eleanor asked curiously. "I heard that good friends share secrets. Are we good friends?"

"It is."

Eleanor was a little unhappy again, and she reached out and turned the shrine upside down so that Tia could look at her directly.

What does it mean?

She tilted her head and said, "Then I will tell Annie Tia's secret."

Tia realized she had spoken out of turn. The upside-down girl she had transformed into lifted the hem of her skirt and said respectfully, "We are definitely friends. But the threshold for being a good friend is more than that."

"Sharing a secret together is nothing, what counts is being able to keep a secret from each other."

"Oh, then I'll keep it a secret for you."

Eleanor thought she was a good secret keeper.

Tia said: "I have told you the secret, so can you tell me what happened to you? How did you see through my face? This requires a very deep dive, right?"

"don't know."

Eleanor plays dumb.

But unfortunately, this child is not very good at pretending to be stupid, or he looks a bit stupid by nature and can't pretend to be stupid.

Tia said: "I can also be your secret keeper."

After she finished speaking, Eleanor kicked her feet and became cheerful. She had just come to the woods because Tia had raised the shrine, and for some reason she became much more sensitive to emotions.

When Tia said this, Eleanor was very happy and said, "I am the descendant of God. My eyes can see everything."

"Which god?"

"do not know!"

This doesn't look fake, I really don't know.

Tia was thoughtful.

Can a mere descendant of a god see through her shrine? And what exactly is a descendant of a god?

Isabella had told her about babies that were specially bred to take on the characteristics of spirit beings when they grew up, called "transformed spirits." But spirit beings themselves couldn't have offspring—they didn't have reproductive systems.

"This is a secret between us." Eleanor became serious, blinking and asking with concern: "Can I still call you out like this in the future, Sulph? Just like making a phone call!"

Tia had no qualms about this, but she also warned her, "It's all fine, but if I'm in class, sleeping, or working, I may not respond."

"Any other time?"

"Of course. We're friends."

"Oh!"

Eleanor nodded heavily and watched the shrine slowly sink.

When the shrine completely disappeared, time and space gradually recovered and began to flow.

In the bedroom, Eleanor excitedly threw herself on the bed, hugging her pillow tightly. She was so excited that she couldn't sleep. She hugged her pillow and lay in bed excitedly for a long time. After thinking about it, she got out of bed, opened the door, and stuck her head out.

It was almost eleven o'clock and the corridor was pitch black.

Eleanor didn't want to disturb Anne and Vera, so she tiptoed to the workshop, turned on the light, sat cross-legged in front of the puppet for a while, and called out in her heart.

.......

the other side.

Tia was about to fall asleep when she heard someone calling her.

Like knocking on the door, bang. bang. bang. bang!

Tia could only raise the shrine and ask

Eleanor perked up, "Tia! Did you get any sleep?"

Tia: “?”

"Great! Come to the study, I want to carve a doll."

"Now? It's already eleven o'clock..."

"It's okay, I'm not sleepy!"

"I'm sleepy!"

"Come here quickly, I have a good idea for carving, but it will be gone tomorrow!"

There was nothing she could do, so Tia had to go to the study in her pajamas.

Inspiration is like that; if you don't seize it immediately, it's gone. Writing it down is useless; inspiration can't be recalled, it can only be experienced.

In the study, Eleanor was already immersed in the doll, carving the chest area.

Seeing Tia coming, Eleanor ordered her, "Take off your clothes!"

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Tia's sleep and rest were being disrupted by Eleanor, and far away in the Apostolic Palace of the Royal Cathedral, Pope Peter, who had just fallen asleep, was startled awake from a nightmare.

This nightmare is not that "nightmare", it is just a pure dream, or it can be regarded as a "nightmare" that is so shallow that it is not polluted.

Just now, the elderly Peter felt that the seal he had placed with his own hands had loosened and he suddenly woke up.

He was very familiar with this seal. It was a ritual that every pope had to master since three hundred years ago, and it was specifically used to seal the royal curse.

The ritual can be loosened twice, the first time being within three years of the subject accepting the seal - this time ending with Eleanor's curse being triggered and nearly half of the Silver Castle's buildings being damaged.

The second time is when the ritual subject dies.

Peter set off in a hurry, called the guard at the gate, and had him supported as he walked to St. Simon's Basilica, and also called the relevant bishops.

The person in charge of guarding the royal family's life and safety is Cardinal Matthias, and the crowned Famas did not return to his diocese tonight because he had to deal with the library's collection.

Both of them were called over and were confused.

Peter asked, "How is Her Highness Eleanor now?"

Matthias asked curiously, "Everything is fine, sir. Have you found any problems?"

"No, there's no problem. It's just that Her Highness Eleanor is about to start school, so I need to pay a little attention to her."

Matthias was even more puzzled. He thought, could he go and see for himself tomorrow?

But since the Pope was unwilling to speak, Matthias naturally had no right to presumptuously intervene. He simply said, "The matter of admission is quite troublesome for Your Highness, especially with the curse on Your Highness. Her Highness Eleanor does require some attention. Do you have anything else to ask?"

"Your concern is well-founded. Bring a few priests with you to escort them tomorrow. The rest is nothing more, Cardinal Matthias."

Matthias bowed his head and retreated.

After Matthias left, Peter looked at Famas and nodded, "How's the situation at the Great Library going?"

Cardinal Matthias is the representative of the conservatives, and Pope Peter is the backbone of the reformists. Just now, Famas was watching the fun and taking no prisoners, but now it was his turn, and he was immediately greeted with sighs.

Speaking of this, FAMAS is having a headache.

He said, "Things are far more complicated than we imagined. The last time the Knights of Saint Engard came to our capital's cathedral was over four hundred years ago. Five hundred years ago, and another four hundred years ago, they left their books here. Hundreds of years have passed. Not to mention the wars and reconstruction, even if they were well-preserved, they would inevitably be lost. Now they want these books back, how can we find them?"

"The Great Library is relatively good; it's well-maintained and few books have been lost. Six or seven out of ten can still be found. But the books deposited in the Royal Library are a problem. Three hundred years ago, King George caused chaos, allowing the coalition of nobles to invade Silver Castle. Many books are nowhere to be found!"

All of this was within Peter's expectations.

Of course, this was definitely within the expectations of the Grand Master of Saint Engard.

So the Knights were not here to reclaim the books, but to reclaim the "most important and secret" books among the deposited books.

Peter said, "All that is secondary. The most important thing is the deepest secrets of the Great Library. How are they preserved?"

"There are sixty-nine books on the existing list. Nine of them were stolen, fifteen were damaged, and the rest are still preserved, but ten of them are missing pages or have illegible handwriting. Because they involve secret knowledge, there are no copies."

"That means there are still forty-five copies left. Fifteen are clearly damaged. That should be enough."

Peter, satisfied with this, asked, “What is the current status of the nine stolen books?”

"Seven of the books were stolen at least a hundred years ago and are unlikely to be recovered. The remaining two, the Golden Book, were resold to Iris by a corrupt former cardinal twenty-six years ago. The other, the Hearthfire Book, was resold along with the Golden Book but was intercepted by the navy and stored in the cultural relics warehouse. A year ago, customs officials discovered it had been stolen again during a warehouse cleanup. The Suppression Bureau found a clue in a smuggled alchemist known as the Hand of Transformation.

"But when we arrived at the destination, we found that the stowaway had died, and the clues were cut off."

As Peter spoke of this, his memory gradually became clearer.

That is indeed the case.

It was he who issued the order, sending a crowned bishop to urge the Anti-Suppression Bureau to act quickly. But the matter was left unresolved. The people were dead, so where could we find any clues?