Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

No... Considering the extremely long lifespan of extraordinary people, this may not be a few decades, but two or three hundred years is possible.

At this moment, the woman was running in the ruins of a palace, holding a feather pen tightly, and her goal was the dark blue vortex gate fixed with an unknown stone material not far ahead.

This is very similar to the blood vortex when Charles uses spiritual summoning, but compared to the blood vortex, this black and blue door is obviously gentler.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something and turned around abruptly, holding the quill in her hand.

Behind him was a "thing" that Ciel could hardly describe.

That "thing" was about the height of a normal person, but its entire body was covered in thick fog and broken characters, like a person... with different mosaics in memory.

Will the appearance be blocked in the memory?

What level of existence is this?

A twisted beam of black light that seemed to devour everything was thrown out by the figure and directly wrapped around the old woman's waist.

The countless branches in the black light directly inserted into the woman's body, quickly absorbing the nutrients in her body.

"**!"

The woman shouted something in despair, then threw the pen and something in her hand towards the door with all her strength.

Ciel could feel her bones changing rapidly with the pain of tearing. She stretched out her golden beak, grabbed the object, and flapped her wings directly into the black and blue vortex gate.

After entering the vortex gate, all that was left in front of Charles' eyes was darkness, and he couldn't even feel the existence of his own body.

Soon, the darkness broke, and a crack with a faint light appeared in front of Charles' eyes. After flying towards the crack, her vision was restored, and a completely withered forest covered with fog appeared in front of her.

Charles turned his view behind him. The flames and whirlpools were no longer there. Then, Charles lowered his head.

From this perspective, Charles couldn't see clearly what was in his mouth, but soon, the raven tilted its head back, and Charles felt a foreign sensation in his throat, and his body's sense of the surroundings completely disappeared.

At this time, Charles' body had separated from the raven and was floating in the air like a ghost. Charles finally gained a second-person perspective, looking down at the raven below from a position about three meters above the raven's body.

The raven on the ground, no longer decorated with gorgeous ornaments, was folding its wings to protect its head and howling in despair, as if its spirit was suffering a huge shock.

Its feathers continued to stretch, break, fall off, and grow again during the struggle. At this time, it seemed that it could no longer maintain its shape and began to twist and deform.

With a flash of purple light, a blue-black feather pen floated in the air.

The originally black feathers seemed to be infected with a virus. Countless silver runes attached and spread on them, densely packed, until the black feathers were covered with silver.

Is it because the raven has lost consciousness that I don't need to see its perspective?

Ciel looked at the quill that had fallen to the ground and speculated in his heart.

Ciel remained at this angle, unable to move, and could only watch the quill emitting a faint silver light.

It was unknown how long it took before Ciel felt a surge of attraction, and her perspective was once again drawn into the raven's body.

But this time, the raven vision in front of her had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The originally withered forest came back to life in an instant, and then quickly withered in less than half a second. The next moment, all the branches turned into waving bones and flesh, and the mud on the ground seemed to have become a bloody mire formed by crushing bones and flesh.

In addition to the distortion in his vision, Charles also heard frantic muttering in his mind, which almost caused his already weak spirit to collapse instantly.

The scene only stayed at the moment when the raven spread its wings and took off, and Charles' consciousness had completely disappeared.

It was not until Charles smelled a strange fragrance that she gradually woke up.

The familiar feeling of fatigue made it difficult for Ciel to even open her eyes. When she reluctantly opened her eyes, she saw the fingers in front of her.

At this time, Xiao Zuo was lying on top of Charles' head, with a piece of burning dark purple mud between his two fingers.

After sensing Charles' awakening, Xiao Zuo's figure instantly collapsed and dissipated, along with the burning mud, disappearing in front of Charles.

At this moment, Xiao Zuo and the hunchbacked mud monster were no longer in the room, and the bloody vortex had disappeared. Only a blood formation with dried blood on the ground and the sealed object in Charles' arms remained.

No... the simulation isn't over yet... there's still more than ten hours left...

Resisting the urge to faint, Ciel spoke softly, calling out:

"Tara..."

Just calling out the name exhausted Ciel.

The effect of [Time Disorder] had long since disappeared. Charles, who was on the "Killer" path, lost all his strength and collapsed on the blood-stained sofa.

At the same time, a cultist who was using the seal in his hand to eavesdrop on the information in the house looked up in Tara's direction and said:

"Archbishop Tara, the Lord Charles inside is calling you."

Hearing these words, Tara instantly perked up. Her figure quickly twisted and dissipated, leaving behind an illusory white shadow.

When she reappeared, Tara was already standing outside her home. She lowered her head, pushed the door open, and shouted:

"Lord Ciel! You called me?"

But after saying this, Tara waited for a long time but did not receive any reply from Charles.

She mustered up the courage to slowly raise her head and look in the direction of Charles. When she saw Charles lying unconscious on the sofa, Tara became completely panicked.

"Lord Ciel?"

Tara quickly closed the door, ran to the sofa, half-knelt down, and reached out to touch Charles' neck.

The blood is still flowing and the heart is still beating...

With almost no hesitation, a white shadow emerged from Tara's body and directly slipped into the shadow between Ciel and the sofa.

Strange... no pain at all?

Is it mental pollution?

Tara was extremely anxious. She could only transform other people's physical pain, but was unable to transform their mental pollution. The only way to heal them was by a "psychologist".

Even if the "Glorious Bishop" came, he could only help her bear part of the burden while she was still unconscious.

Now that Sir Ciel is in a coma, where can we find a "psychologist"?

Two white figures emerged from Tara's shadow. They carefully lifted up Ciel and carried her towards the room upstairs.

After putting Charles on the bed, Tara controlled Baiying to rush out of the room and summoned her men to call a "psychologist" as quickly as possible.

Even if you have to tie him up, you have to tie him up.

I don’t know how long it took, I tried everything that others had tried, even the neighboring towns and villages, but I still couldn’t find any “psychologist”.

Just as Tara ordered some people to rush back to the headquarters to seek assistance as quickly as possible, Gema, dressed in aristocratic clothes, found Tara pacing in the living room and said:

"Archbishop... I didn't find the 'psychiatrist', but..."

"Tell the important point!"

Tara interrupted Gema rudely.

Geima did not dare to delay any longer and said quickly:

"I met Avina from the Russell family once. She didn't stay with the Russell family, but ran away and took the 'Listener' potion... I'm afraid she is the only 'Listener' in the entire city of Burren."

"A 'Listener' will do! Hurry up, bring someone to invite them. If they can't come, just kidnap them!"

Tara ordered quickly.

"Archbishop Tara... has arrived,"

Gema lowered his voice and said, "She was reluctant to come before, but after I mentioned Master Ciel's name, she came over on her own initiative..."

five minutes later.

Avina sat on the stool beside the bed, looking at Charles lying on the bed with a painful expression, feeling mixed emotions.

Charles... the organization you are talking about is the Holy Advent Sect?

Avina took a deep breath and looked at the person lying on the bed whom she had missed for a long time. Finally, she reached out her hand and pressed it on her forehead.

She would wait for Charles to wake up and then ask him what exactly happened.

And there was something in Charles' arms, including the eyeball. Avina knew very well who it belonged to.

The fact that this thing appeared in Charles's arms meant that Opold was most likely dead.

As Avina hummed the lullaby softly, her brows began to wrinkle slightly and bloodshot began to appear in her eyes.

As for Charles, who was lying down, his expression gradually relaxed.

……

[Save character archive]

Charles opened his eyes and saw a silver-white space in front of him.

Did you pass out the whole time?

Charles looked down subconsciously, and there was nothing in his arms, only a white object, his own spirit.

And the person standing in front of Charles was naturally himself on the "killer" path.

[Save character archive]

The system prompt appeared in front of Charles again, but Charles still ignored it and fell into deep thought.

The object sealed with the quill pen has gone crazy, or at least half crazy.

It is because of something it has eaten that it has caused mental changes.

This also explains why its emotions are so inconsistent.

And that world...

Is it the ancient era?

Or the so-called old days?

[The selection took too long, and the file has been automatically saved to No. 5, named: "Killer" Charles]

A silver light directly enveloped Charles.

Is this okay? !

No time for you! So petty!

Charles only had time to say this in his heart before his consciousness returned to reality.

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Chapter 125 My...

"Uniqueness"?

Ciel's eyes were enveloped in silver light.

Almost at the moment when the silver light disappeared, Charles' eyes turned black and he fainted.

The enormous amount of mental energy consumed by this simulation made it almost impossible for Ciel to resist the surging dizziness after returning to reality.

Even though he was unconscious, Charles did not experience any substantial feeling of rest.

It was like he was just lying in bed with his eyes closed. Charles could still clearly hear the noisy sounds outside the window and still feel dizzy... but his body seemed to be pressed down on the bed and he couldn't move.

It was unknown how long it took before Charles' index finger trembled slightly, and he felt that he had regained some control over his body.

Charles supported himself on the bed with his elbows and tried to sit up slowly, but his body was so limp that he couldn't muster any strength.

Despite trying his best, he only managed to turn over in bed, from lying on his back to lying on his stomach.

Charles stopped struggling and just lay there, feeling a strong sense of hunger and a slight fear in her heart.

Now that my sequelae are so severe, it’s all thanks to my gambling nature as a gambler.

If the "gambler" hadn't gambled like this, Charles wouldn't have felt like he was about to die.

But without the "gambler", Charles would not have been able to obtain so much information beyond his expectations in this simulation.

Ultra-high risk, ultra-high reward...Char now feels that being a "gambler" is much more dangerous than being an "instigator."

Under the influence of the "Instigator" potion, I would at most push things in a fun direction, but I would never do anything to seek death.

But under the influence of the "Gambler" potion, he might really lose his life.

Please use the word "gambler" less...

Ciel sighed softly and called out the system.

A silver-white light curtain appeared in front of Charles' eyes.