Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

As if realizing something, the man desperately kowtowed several times on the muddy ground. He looked at Charles with his muddy face and begged, "Please, please don't kill me. The people of the Savior Goddess Church are all good people. They won't kill innocent people."

"I promise to leave Boren City and get lost. I'll never do anything gang-related again. I'll find a farm and grow potatoes for the rest of my life. I won't tell anyone about this."

"Please let me go, Miss Ciel!"

In the man's eyes, the girl slowly put down her hand after hearing the last address.

His heart skipped a beat.

Then, he saw his own hands moving forward uncontrollably, tightly gripping the dead Aian's neck, as if every knuckle of his fingers was about to be crushed into Aian's skin.

The black-handled dagger at Aian's waist also slowly floated out and was placed in the dead Aian's hands.

He watched in despair and horror as Eian, who was already dead, raised the dagger and stabbed it into his chest.

Warm blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the rain took away the heat from his body bit by bit. He leaned forward and fell on Aion's body.

"Get out of here, everyone, disperse, the Blackwater Gang is doing the job!"

Hearing the noise outside, the girl turned around and looked towards the alley entrance.

Chapter 20 Big Shot Charles

Charles walked out of the alley step by step, leaving behind two corpses that had "killed each other".

Shadow lay behind Charles, bored to death, as if being dragged by her. He twisted his body from time to time, smoothing out the footprints left by Charles, working diligently and relentlessly.

"How could it be? Where's that kid Eian?"

"Pol! Pol! Shit!"

Solari's angry voice rang out on the street outside, and Thomas, who was standing next to him, had a look of confusion on his skinny skeleton face.

None of them noticed the petite figure leaning against the entrance of the alley on the rainy night.

The black shadow slowly rose from the shadow under Charles, stood behind Charles, and reached out to take the revolver that Charles handed over.

when--

The distant sound of bells came from the bell tower of the Church of the Savior. The solemn bells would bring rest to the workers and eternal sleep to the wicked.

"Thomas.....Fuck!"

Solari, the leader of the Blackwater Party, saw something from the side. He turned around abruptly and looked warily at the black-robed man beside him. At the same time, he reached out and pulled out the revolver at his waist: "Thomas! What the hell do you want to do?!"

"Huh?" Thomas looked in Solari's direction puzzledly.

He didn't notice that behind his ear, a pistol was quietly suspended there, aimed at Solari who had a terrified face.

"I gave you so much money, I killed so many people, and you're fucking trying to mess with me?!"

Bang Bang Bang!

Three gunshots were heard accompanied by the ringing of bells. The black-robed man Thomas looked at Solari in disbelief, as if he had no idea why things had turned out like this.

He staggered, holding his chest, staggered back two steps, and fell to the ground. Only then did he see the floating pistol and the looming black and terrifying shadow holding the pistol.

“No…it’s not me…”

boom--!

The shadow pulled the trigger, and a bullet pierced Solari's lung.

Bang bang——!

Solari endured the severe pain and fired the remaining two bullets, and the pistol floating in front of him also fired the last two shots!

Bang bang——!

Solari staggered and fell backwards.

In Thomas's blurred vision, he saw a black shadow holding a revolver and slowly squatting in front of him.

"Sir... uh..." Thomas was about to say something when he spat out black blood mixed with internal organ fragments. He could only watch as the black shadow pulled his right hand away, put the pistol on it, and then slowly moved his hand into the position of holding the pistol.

Why......

Thomas's consciousness gradually dissipated, the whispers in his head buzzed, and the skin on his face began to wriggle uncontrollably.

A slender tentacle emerged from the gun hole and landed on the ground, emitting a spiritual light that ordinary people could not see.

Until his death, Thomas didn't know who killed him or who he had offended.

He would never have imagined that the person he provoked was the girl who lived in the house not far away on the street, the girl he judged to be "not a threat" and "no one would be held accountable even if she died."

"It's over..." A smile appeared on Charles' face under the mask, and at the same time, an unprecedented feeling rose in his heart.

Is this the extraordinary power?

Ordinary people would not even know how they died in front of him.

Even the semi-transcendent Thomas could not observe his own actions.

He also brought a lot of men with him, kill a few more!

A sudden thought popped up in Ciel's mind, but soon, [Calm Thinking Lv.1] suppressed the thought in an instant.

She could feel a slight buzzing in her ears, and under the stimulation of the blood spreading on the ground, a regular sound gradually began to form.

What is this...sound?

The whispered, unreal words gave Ciel a splitting headache, and she quickly realized that she shouldn't stay here too long.

The feeling of killing made her excited, and the rage she felt when drinking the potion seemed to be impossible to suppress, like a volcano about to erupt, but she didn't know any way to suppress it.

She turned, stepped over the two bodies, and ran quickly to the other side of the alley.

The shadow behind him also quickly caught up, stopping from time to time to wipe away his footprints, shouting something silently, as if asking Charles to wait.

After running out of the alley from the other side, the buzzing in Charles' ears subsided slightly, and the mumbling in his head became farther away.

She quickly took off the church emblem and mask on her chest and threw them backwards. The shadow behind her caught the mask and put it on her face, and the church emblem was swallowed by it. After doing all this, it jumped up like diving and dived into Charles' shadow.

Next, all Charles has to do is wait for things to continue to develop, get through these 24 hours safely, and see if any trouble will come.

Now, Charles was about to go to the cafe in the central area. Lizzie must have been waiting there impatiently.

...

"I said, get this freak out of here, or I won't be drinking coffee here anymore."

A fat woman with heavy makeup was pulling a male waiter and cursing at him, her fat hand as thick as a sausage pointing at a corner of the cafe.

In that corner, a young girl sat with her head down, feeling a little uneasy. Her hands tightly clutched the coarse linen skirt she was wearing, her ears were red, and in front of her were two cups of cold coffee, neither of which she had touched.

This is an old-fashioned coffee shop in the central area that has been open for nearly a century. Although its popularity has declined recently due to the rise of teahouses and pubs, it still has many middle-class and upper-class customers.

"Hello, Ms. Pullen... There's a vacant seat here." The waiter, whose collar was being pulled, was sweating profusely and trembling as he replied, "The lady has already paid, she can sit..."

He met such a mean woman on his first job, which made him think about quitting his job tomorrow.

"How can you drink anything after seeing her face?" Fat Pulun humiliated her mercilessly, "This is a place of style, not a freak show!"

The girl sitting in the corner was shaking her legs. She felt the gazes of the well-dressed guests around her. She hurriedly picked up the cup in front of her, lowered her head and took a sip. The bitter coffee made her choke and cough.

A tear streaked across the air, adding a hint of saltiness to the bitter coffee.

Jingle Bell--

The door of the cafe was pushed open and a figure in a black robe walked in.

"Get lost, fat pig."

A pleasant voice sounded, but the words spoken by that voice were so vulgar that people couldn't help but think of the wonderful scene of a proud and beautiful girl humiliating herself. Many people in the cafe cast their eyes towards the door.

"What did you say?!" Fat Pulun's face was almost wrinkled. She turned her head suddenly and saw the beautiful girl wearing a mysterious and luxurious robe and with long red curly hair. For a moment, she forgot what she was going to say.

This is a look that makes it difficult for people to even feel jealous.

"Say that again?!" Fat Pulun moved his body closer to the girl, but soon, her pupils shrank slightly.

She seemed to recognize the silver patterns on the girl's robe.

Considering the girl's age, her stunning beauty, which is rare even among nobles, coupled with these silver decorations...her noble status seems to be obvious.

"Sir... Your Excellency... I... I... I am rude."

The fat woman who had been so arrogant just now started to tremble in her voice. She turned her body sideways to try not to touch the red-haired girl, pushed the door open in a panic, and ran away without even taking her umbrella.

Jingle Bell--

The sound of the fat woman leaving was heard, and the red-haired girl looked around the cafe. Everyone in the cafe was looking around or reading the newspaper, pretending that nothing had happened.

Soon, the girl locked onto a position and walked quickly to the corner. Her originally violent voice became softer.

"Sorry, sis, I'm late."

She's a big shot, and her sister...

Fortunately, I didn't go looking for trouble...

Why didn't I help earlier?

No wonder there are scars on his face, it turns out he's from that church...

Some of the people present were happy, some were upset, and quite a few were already formulating their words and preparing to step forward and start a conversation.

Chapter 21 Police Investigation

"Sorry, sister, I kept you waiting so long."

Charles sat down across from Lizzie, picked up the coffee cup in front of him and took a sip.

When she was in front of Lizzie, her restless heart finally calmed down, and the violent mood that had originally annoyed her when seeing people slowly dissipated.

The dull pain in my brain and the fire burning in my heart are definitely not my usual state.

Charles has always been a non-confrontational person, and he tries to be as low-key as possible just to maintain a peaceful life.

All the violent thoughts and impulses in my mind, as well as the faint ringing sounds in my brain, should be caused by the influence of the potion.

Magic potion...can it really cause such a big change in a person's personality?

Fortunately, we are now in a simulation, so anything out of the ordinary won't affect reality.

From what Julis had said before, it seemed like there was more than just one bottle of potion, and there might be more potions above the "Avenger" and "Ascetic".

If the more potions one drinks, the greater the impact will be, Charles is not sure whether he can suppress the violent thoughts in his heart that are catalyzed by the potions.

"No... just waited for a while." Lizzie, who was sitting opposite, wiped her eyes with her sleeve without leaving a trace, and lowered her head to hold the coffee.

She had only been to the city center a few times, and even less often to high-end places like this one. If Charles hadn't asked her to wait here, she might never have set foot in such a beautiful cafe in her life.

"What's wrong with you?" Ciel noticed that Lizzie was in a bad mood. She tilted her head slightly, trying to see Lizzie's face, but Lizzie lowered her head even lower. "Are you angry?"

"No..." Lizzie took a deep breath and raised her head, but the moment she saw Charles, she was stunned.

"Ciel?" Lizzie didn't notice that her voice was a little louder than before. "Your hair?"

It's not Lizzie's fault. Her sister always had beautiful long red hair that reached her waist, but now it was suddenly cut short to shoulder length, and it was still curly. Although it still looked just as beautiful, it always made Lizzie feel awkward.

Moreover, she didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that her sister's eyes had become more fierce when she looked at people.

"I just took the time to get a haircut." Charles smiled and took out the words he had prepared on the way, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good." Li Qi nodded and chuckled, "It feels like those noble ladies."

She didn't ask where Charles got the money, because she knew that Charles often helped some noble ladies write their homework and earned some pocket money.

Suddenly, Lizzie thought of something. She took out a small gift box from her pocket and handed it to Charles: "Little Charles, happy birthday, and congratulations on your successful graduation."

graduate?

Ciel was stunned for a moment.

Only then did she remember that today was her graduation ceremony.

But judging from where he was in this timeline, it seemed that Charles did not attend the graduation ceremony, but stayed at home in advance to prepare.

Charles reached out to take the gift, carefully opened the box, and saw a unique rose brooch lying inside.

"It's so beautiful, I like it, thank you, sister~" Charles did not hesitate to praise her, and reached out to pin the brooch on the robe.

"That's good." Seeing her sister's happy face, Lizzie's mood gradually got rid of the dullness just now. However, the more she looked at her sister, the more she felt that her sister was a little different now.