Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Bright silver illusory armor lit up beside Avina. At this moment, the car door was suddenly opened by Nia. She grabbed Avina's arm and dragged her behind her. She raised her sword in her left hand and pointed it at the terrifying black shadow.

"Excuse me, sir, what can I do for you?"

A cold metallic humming sound came from the gaps in the armor, and the silver armor on Nia's body flashed fluorescent light, ready to activate defense at any time.

Are there enemies?

Only then did Avina slowly react. She raised her hand to adjust her gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the dark shadow in the car.

"Ciel?"

Just looking at the silhouette-like black shadow, Avina couldn't help but blurt out.

Charles?

Nia observed the black shadow in front of her. If she looked closely, the body shape was indeed a bit similar... but this black shadow was wrapped in long black hair and had curly hair. It didn't look like Charles at all.

The most important thing is that Charles is not a superhuman at all. Before, Charles intended to pursue the path of a "doctor" and started to study various papers. He had not even started drinking potions before leaving.

The shadow in front of him was controlled by someone at least a hundred meters away, so far away that he couldn't even sense it. He must be at least a second-level "Judge".

The fact that the young lady could recognize this black shadow of similar size as Charles is a bit... too much obsession?

If Charles' body is found, I'll see if I can contact Adele and ask her to use her connections in the Redemption Society to find a "psychologist" to help Miss...

At this time, the black shadow was sitting on the seat in the carriage, and the legs under the shadow were shaking slightly. It did not answer Nia's question, as if it was waiting for something.

After a long while, the black shadow stretched out his hand and inserted his index and middle fingers directly into his chest.

When it pulled it out again, a piece of paper was already clamped between the black shadow's index finger and middle finger. It casually folded the letter paper in half a few times and threw it in Avina's direction.

Nia raised her hand to intercept the paper, unfolded it and took a look, then was stunned. After confirming that the paper did not have any special supernatural effects, she reached out and handed the paper to Avina.

"Miss, look at this..."

While Avina was reading the paper, Nia looked up again in the direction of Charles.

Just that morning, she had gone to the station with Miss Avina to see Charles off... At that time, she was still not a transcendent...

How come he was able to use the second-level supernatural power just after returning in the blink of an eye?

Is this still Charles himself?

Nia recalled the extraordinary person wearing the clothes of the Inquisition who she saw when she passed by just now.

Is she Ciel?

Or is it someone who helps Charles pass on information, someone from the organization behind Charles?

At this moment, Avina was looking at the note in her hand. Her heart, which had been tense, began to waver after seeing the handwriting and content on it.

【Avina】

[I am currently investigating the truth behind the misfortune with the organization. Can you tell me some information about Opod Thaddeus and his address?]

This can reduce my workload.

[My bad luck may have accumulated to a terrifying level now, so I can’t contact you directly.]

[——Char]

She reached out and gently wiped the words on the letter paper, wiping off some of the ink that had not yet dried, staining her thumb and other parts of the paper black.

This was just written...

At this time, Avina's heart was completely relaxed, and she didn't even notice that her eyes were red.

Avina frantically rummaged through her body, took out a dip pen, unscrewed a small portable crystal dip pen bottle the size of a finger, and then threw the bottle down.

She placed the paper directly on the armor behind Nia and began to write on it.

Almost three minutes later, Avina had written a short essay of at least three hundred words on the back of the paper. After checking to make sure there was no problem, she folded the paper and threw it in the direction of the black shadow.

The black shadow raised his hand and easily clamped the paper. After waving in Avina's direction, he stuffed the paper into his mouth and disappeared into the shadows.

Only after the shadow completely disappeared did Nia turn to look at Avina and ask, "Miss, are we still going to the railway tracks now?"

"what……"

Avina looked up at Nia, then shook her head and said, "No need, go back."

It was not until Avina got on the carriage and turned around that she took off her glasses and covered her face with a handkerchief to calm her fluctuating emotions.

……

"Clock Tower Lane?"

At this time, Charles took the letter handed to him by the black shadow and looked at the address Avina left for him with some confusion.

"Son of Prince Thaddeus, Knight Commander of the Queen's Sword..."

This person must be quite influential, so why would he choose to temporarily reside in Bell Tower Alley? And live there alone, without any guards?

Although the information given by Avina was a bit unbelievable, Charles still decided to believe Avina.

Looking at the carriage that was returning past him, Charles put the paper into his pocket after watching the carriage leave, and turned around to rush towards the Clock Tower Alley area.

Such a noble person lived in the Clock Tower Lane area for no reason.

And judging from Avina's description, this person is also a third-level "Crown Guard". This path seems to be very popular among the nobles.

Compared with other methods, "Detective" is easier to digest for nobles who are good at using intelligence, especially great nobles. The "Judge" potion that follows "Detective" also does not hinder their promotion and potion digestion.

Moreover, when the reappearance ceremony is completed and reaches the "Crown Guard" stage, they will have extremely strong life-saving abilities... For the nobles, this path is indeed very beneficial to them.

If the opponent is just a "Crown Guard", then the threat to Charles will be much less - I wonder if this stereotype comes from Nia's influence.

Lu Xiaer was very familiar with the Bell Tower Lane area, and she knew many shortcuts that did not require taking the main road. Soon, she followed the address left by Avina and arrived in front of a row of townhouses.

These buildings are of very uniform style, and the interiors are often divided into different rooms by landlords for rent. They are the housing of choice for many workers with families.

The place where Charles and his sister lived before was similar to this one, but the kind landlord did not divide the two-story building into three or four smaller rooms, but just rented it to Charles and his sister at a low price.

21 Munn Street.

Ciel stood in front of the building. After confirming the house number, she looked to the right. Less than four hundred meters to the right was the bell tower church.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

Charles raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Soon, Charles heard footsteps and a man stood behind the door, saying, "Who?"

"Open the door, Inquisition."

The fake identities of the Inquisition were a little too easy to use, not to mention that the Bell Tower Church was right next to it. No one would have thought that someone would dare to disguise themselves as a member of the Inquisition under the nose of the Church of the Savior Goddess.

Sure enough, after Charles revealed his identity, the wooden door was slowly pushed open.

104

Chapter 104: Doom Link?

Dang Cang——!

"Damn it!"

21, Monn Street, Clocktower Lane, Burren.

A haggard-looking man with short blond hair was sitting at the dilapidated dining table in the house.

In front of him was the half-collapsed dining table, with stew and rye bread spilled all over the floor.

He reached out and grabbed his hair. His right hand, wrapped in black arm armor, almost tore his hair off. Redness, swelling, and blood could be vaguely seen at the roots of his hair.

It seems that only by relying on this method can he reduce his own pressure a little.

He grabbed a bottle of cheap gin, a popular drink among workers, that was on the table.

He took a big gulp, and the taste of various impurities and additives in the wine filled his mouth, and the faint smell of turpentine made him almost nauseous.

“Damn it…Damn it!!!”

The man threw the bottle in his hand away violently. The bottle shattered beside the fireplace, the glass scattered all over the floor, and the inferior alcohol seeped into the moldy wooden floor.

He sat there in pain, holding his head, feeling extremely annoyed and regretful.

Why on earth did I have to live a life worse than that of an animal...

He is the youngest son of Prince Thaddeus, born with a silver spoon in his mouth!

Although he had no hope of inheriting the title of prince, nor could he accomplish anything that would warrant special authorization from the Queen, he could still live a life admired by thousands of people simply by virtue of his status and wealth.

All this happened because I chose to come to Buren City... Everything I had was stripped away bit by bit.

He had to endure the feeling of gradually falling to the bottom, but was unable to make any effective resistance.

It was obvious that at the beginning, he insisted on completing this mission simply because the destination of this mission was the city of Buren.

As for Opold Thaddeus, his original purpose was just to come to Burren City through this mission to contact his cousin Evelyn Russell. Who could have thought that after arriving in Burren City, he would encounter misfortunes all the way.

The suffering he had endured in the past month was several times more than everything he had endured since he was born.

The result was that he had only met Avina a few times and their relationship had not become closer at all, and he had to continue to suffer in Burren City... As long as he took a step out of the Clock Tower Alley area, misfortune would follow him.

Even the letters he sent out had no response. Even if he just asked someone to pass them on to Avina, he didn't receive any reply.

Although he was in the city, he felt like he was trapped on an isolated island, unable to move forward and even having trouble surviving.

And the most important thing is that he cannot let those guards or servants find him, otherwise it will lead to more serious consequences.

Until now, Opold's guards still believed that their master was just having fun in Burren City and had lost track of time. They never thought that Opold had been hiding in Clock Tower Lane for nearly half a month.

"Damn..."

Opold's third curse was obviously a little powerless.

He reached for the cloth bag at his waist and took out an object and a piece of paper.

That object was a blue eyeball as pure as crystal. It was his amulet and also the key seal that allowed him to avoid disasters time and time again.

He spread the paper on the shaky table and placed the eyeball in the center. Then he took out a knife, cut the skin on the palm of his left hand, clenched his fist, and let the blood drip onto the blue eye.

"Was there any danger in what I did just now? 'Evil Eye'."

Opold asked.

Blood continued to flow down the blue eyeball, and not a drop could stick to it. Seeing this scene, Opold slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up, walked to the living room, picked up his spiritual notebook, and began to write something on it.

Looking closely, the last page of his spiritual notes was filled with rules and regulations.

1. Daily spending cannot exceed 9 pence.

2. The weekly rent of the place of residence shall not exceed 2 shillings.

3. Must go to work every day and weekly wages cannot exceed 10 shillings.

4....

……

31. There will be no penalty for damaging furniture if the value is within the weekly wage.

After writing Article 31, Opold looked at the full page in front of him and couldn't help cursing again.

He has barely obeyed the law, and now he's asked to obey these damn rules. I wonder who made them?

If you don't follow them, you will be struck by inexplicable misfortune. Even if there are so many rules listed, there are some unreasonable misfortunes and disasters that have no corresponding correspondence at all, as if they come randomly.

If he can successfully get through this time, he will definitely find out who is behind this... Letting him be humiliated like this is really not taking the entire royal family seriously!

In fact, Opold had already given up and was trying every possible way to end this torture.

But there was one thing that prevented him from taking action to fight the "mastermind" behind all this.

Because he found that when he lived according to these ridiculous, script-like lives all day long, the mumbling in his head would be slightly alleviated...

Yes, following these stupid rules would actually affect his potion.

The most direct manifestation is the erosion of him by the third-level "Crown Guard".

Opold slowly raised his right hand. His right hand, from fingertips to shoulders, was completely covered in black armor. This was a side effect of drinking the third-level "Crown Guard" potion.

But before arriving in Burren City, the armor on his right hand extended all the way to his right chest and heart...