Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Now he touched his heart with his left hand and could hear a strong heartbeat. Although the mumbling and buzzing in his head still existed, it was much better than before.

He originally thought that he might have to stay at the "Crown Guard" level for the rest of his life, but now it seems... he can go one step further.

As long as he can figure out this pattern and the mastermind behind it, he can use it all to reverse the erosion of the potion on his body.

This was absolutely unheard of... No extraordinary person could do this, and he was also sure that everything he felt and saw was not an illusion but real.

The one who can do all this...

Or they could be higher up, extraordinary beings who even I have only heard of but never seen, who have completely transformed their life forms and are called Transcendents.

Or maybe it's a powerful seal that hasn't been discovered yet, and even has the ability to change the rules...

Opold didn't know if he was the only one who knew this information, nor did he know if there was anyone else who was subject to the same doom rules as himself.

But he must find the truth before anyone else.

"Gu..."

Suddenly, a slight sound attracted Opold's attention. He looked up and saw that it was in the direction of the dining table.

what happened?

He quickly stood up and walked towards the dining table, and saw the "evil eye" on the table slowly swallowing his blood that had already seeped into the paper.

The azure eyeball vigilantly blended with the dark red blood, and light purple blood vessels spread from the inside of the eyeball. Those blood vessels gathered in the center to form a core like a pupil.

The core slowly rotated inside the crystal, and after circling along the paper, it slowly lifted up and locked the direction of the door.

No, I wrote a circle on that piece of paper, at least fifty or sixty kinds of bad luck, why "evil eye"...

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

There was a knock at the door, and Opold's heart skipped a beat.

Are they my guards who finally showed up?

"Open the door, Inquisition."

A cold voice rang out from the door, causing the veins on Opold's forehead to throb.

Damn, it’s not doom.

It's the fucking death.

Opold put away the "evil eye" and placed it in the cloth bag. He walked carefully towards the door, unlocked it, slowly pushed the door open a crack, and said:

"Hello, sir."

……

The wooden door slowly opened in front of Charles, but it only opened a gap that was just big enough for an arm to fit through, and then it stopped opening.

And from inside came a man's voice that sounded a bit vicissitudes of life and tired.

"Hello, sir."

"May I ask what may I do for you?"

It can be seen that the other party basically does not want to communicate with me.

The door was opened a little only out of respect for the name of the Tribunal.

"Opold Thaddeus, huh."

Charles said slowly, "I got your address from Avina. Can we talk?"

Charles directly brought up Avina's name. After all, Avina knew where he lived and the two should know each other. Using Avina's name might make communication easier.

"Damn... She clearly received the letter..."

A man cursed softly from inside the door. After a while, the door slowly closed, and a man's voice came from inside: "I don't have anything to talk about. Now is my private time. If you have any questions, please go to my lawyer first."

Before the wooden door was closed, a shadowy hand burning with black flames pressed against the door, making it impossible for Opold to close the door.

boom--!

Opold yanked the wooden door open, slamming it against the wooden frame. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Charles standing in the doorway and asked, "What the hell do you want to do?"

At that moment, a clear murderous intent emerged from Opold.

At this moment, Charles looked at Opold in front of him and frowned slowly.

He was wearing a dirty, torn, sour-smelling white vest. His short golden hair was greasy as if it hadn't been washed for half a week. His face was covered with stubble, and the house was filled with the smell of cheap alcohol.

This person... is the son of the prince from An Sulai? A top noble?

He looked like just an ordinary alcoholic worker—if you ignored his armor-like right hand.

Perhaps it was this vibration that caused the already shaky dining table to collapse, and the white candles fell onto the wooden floor, instantly igniting the liquor that had seeped into the wood.

Noticing the movement, Opold turned around suddenly, quickly grabbed the carpet beside him and rushed towards the fire, directly covering the fire that had not yet spread with the carpet.

After a frantic attempt to save the life, the kitchen and dining table were in a mess. Opold slowly stood up from the ground, clenching his fists.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!"

He kept cursing over and over, anger already starting to burn in his chest.

He had never been so embarrassed in front of others. The feeling of humiliation made him feel a huge torture on his self-esteem. This little misfortune was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Opold slowly clenched his fists, and the metal armor on his right fist made an unpleasant metallic friction sound. He slowly stood up and turned to look at Charles at the door.

But he saw that Charles was holding something in his hand and reading it. Looking closely, he found that it was his spiritual notes.

"court death!!!"

Opold clenched his right hand, black steel claws emerged from his fingertips, and a black flying knife condensed in his palm, which he swung towards Charles.

However, in his sight, the girl who was only at the second level did not even use her extraordinary ability. She just took half a step back, tilted her head back slightly, and the flying knife passed between the girl and the spiritual notes and suddenly inserted into the door frame.

The girl's leisurely avoidance made him furious. The iron armor on his right hand seemed to be half melted, forming a tower shield with molten fire, black armor plates and spikes on his right arm, which was almost as tall as a person.

He held the tower shield across his body. At this moment, he seemed to have disregarded everything. Even if he was going to die, he would use the tower shield in his hand to completely crush the girl in front of him.

"You, too, encountered the 'rule of bad luck'?"

The girl's cold voice was like a bucket of ice water poured on his head, instantly sobering him up from his rage.

Opold gasped, and the tower shield in his hand seemed to dissolve and merge back into his right arm.

How did she know?

She... is the same as me?

"Lucy Silva, Opold Thaddeus..."

Ciel closed the spiritual notebook in his hand, threw it in the man's direction, and continued:

"Your rules are different, not even connected... yet some random, inexplicable, and severe disasters have occurred..."

"Lucy almost died just now. You better be careful in the next few days."

After reading the spiritual notes, Charles was convinced that Opold was not the one who caused these disasters.

Although he seemed irritable, Opold recorded all his misfortunes, both big and small, in great detail, and he also set more than 30 rules for himself, preferring to follow them more than to make mistakes.

Thinking about his own misfortunes, some of them were completely unpredictable... and thinking about the sudden disaster that Lucy encountered shortly after he left Burren City.

It is very likely that their misfortunes are connected... If one person makes a mistake, everyone will be punished.

All we need to do next is observe whether this Opold will die from misfortune to confirm this speculation.

"Hey! Who the hell are you?! You're definitely not from the Inquisition!"

"What do you mean by be careful?!"

Opold watched helplessly as the girl's figure turned into a black shadow and disappeared. When he ran out to look for her, the girl was no longer visible on the street.

105

Chapter 105: Twice the opposite! Super double the bad luck!

Lucy Silva...Opold Thaddeus...

If we have to say there is something in common, it is that they are both third-level extraordinary people...

Is there anything in common in their misfortunes?

Ciel didn't know Lucy very well. After all, they had just met formally, and Ciel hadn't peeked into her spiritual notes.

As for Opold, his character was described in detail in the short essay that Avina left for herself.

He is arrogant and domineering. Although he has not done any major evil, he has been doing small evils all the time. He has also been pursuing Avina. Even when Avina clearly expressed that she had no interest, he continued to send letters to harass her.

Charles didn't read too much of Opold's spiritual notes. Apart from the rules, he just glanced through the front part and got a general idea of ​​his personality, which basically matched what Avina said.

For a gifted son born with a silver spoon in his mouth, the rules of his misfortune made him become a "pariah"... This is completely contrary to his experience and personality.

If the rules of misfortune for others are the same as Opold's, and they live a life that is completely contrary to their usual selves, or a life that they absolutely cannot accept...

Then why is it that the rules of one's own misfortune cannot be touched by the extraordinary?

Clearly, all I had in mind the whole time was to live a peaceful life. If I had to go against my own imagination, then I would have to avoid contact with the supernatural to face misfortune...

wrong.

Charles suddenly remembered something.

She had indeed thought about the extraordinary idea, and even under the influence of her subconscious mind, she almost forgot that she had changed her mind.

Her recent thoughts, ever since she started preparing to deal with the third-order cultist Bragg, have been to "collect all the first-order pathways as quickly as possible, activate the Ancient Simulation, and gain self-protection capabilities."

She even wrote this down in her notebook before the simulation, and the simulated self also acted strictly according to the instructions in the notebook.

Even in the notebook, it was mentioned that if things really didn't work out, they would leave Buren City.

If nothing unexpected happens, the self in the simulation will also prepare for the worst and plan to leave the city of Burren from the very beginning so that he can leave as quickly as possible after things fail.

So, will I also encounter misfortune when I leave Burren City...

If that's the case, then it makes sense.

I just don't know how the information in my notebook was known and why I was targeted.

And most importantly - what was recorded in her notebook was Chinese, not Ansu's, or any other language in this world.

This feeling of being spied on made Charles feel hot inside. She clenched her fists, suppressing the urge to tear something apart.

If she hadn't had the help of [Calm Thinking], she would probably have wanted to find a way to turn the entire city upside down to see what was causing the trouble.

According to the rules of his own and Opold's bad luck rules, Lucy's bad luck rules are probably completely opposite to what she wants to do.

Maybe she didn't want to stay in Deton Manor at all. Her purpose was for something else in Burren City. Even lending the seal to Charles was not what she really wanted.

But like Opold, she also noticed something and was forced to make the "right" choice...

ga-

A crow's cry interrupted Charles's thoughts. She looked up and saw a black raven on the roof, tilting its head and looking at Charles, its wide-open eyes seemed full of curiosity.

Suddenly, Charles's eyes were covered by illusory blood. She could see translucent drops of blood flying towards her, and an illusory self slowly fell forward.

The misfortune... has begun.

Bang Bang Bang!

Dang Cang——!

A gunshot rang out from behind Charles, and the bullet penetrated the glass and hit the back of Charles' head directly.

But Charles was already prepared at this time. The black shadow was already holding a black tower shield and blocking Charles behind him. The style of the tower shield was obviously copied from Opold's extraordinary ability.

The bullet shot into the tower shield, just like shooting into a quagmire of non-Newtonian fluid, and got stuck in the center of the tower shield.

Charles quickly looked back, and through the illusory black shadows, she saw several flashes of fire and gunshots in the completely dark house behind her, and she could also hear curses coming from inside along with the gunshots.

"Damn it! I won't risk my life with you! Without Boss Solari, you still want to sell this batch of arms to the Bei'ansu Brotherhood?!"

thump—

The wooden door was knocked open, and a man wearing a newsboy cap staggered out, covering his arm. He was obviously stunned when he saw Charles on the street.

He clearly made a move to raise his gun, but then he seemed to have thought of something, gritted his teeth, and ran directly to the other side of the street under the cover of night.

There was no public lighting in the Bell Tower Alley area in the early morning. With only the faint moonlight, one could no longer distinguish faces from a distance of more than ten meters. He obviously chose to escape directly in order to avoid trouble.