Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

The premature death of the female thief served as a warning to Charles.

Any behavior that is different from the simulated self may produce a butterfly effect that may be serious or minor.

Ciel decided not to do anything unnecessary, anything he hadn't done in the last simulation.

Finally, Charles decided to go upstairs, picked up the book that Avina had sent him, and began to read it. When he got tired of reading, he began to try painting.

Now, whether studying or painting, it can make Charles forget her mental difficulties temporarily and allow her to relax temporarily, just like entering a comfort zone.

After all, in the three years before coming to the simulation, Charles had been living like this, studying and living, going back and forth between the two places.

So, on the next day, the evening of the 27th, Tara knocked on Charles' door.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

"Lord Ciel?"

Charles, who was standing behind the door, opened the wooden door and let Tara in directly after hearing the familiar voice at the door.

After Charles closed the wooden door, Tara, who was wearing a casual dress and a small round-top off-white hat, half-knelt in front of Charles, lowered her eyebrows, and said:

"Lord Ciel, I have completed the task you assigned me... I watched the letter through its entire delivery process, and Gema was completely oblivious. He had just visited the Russell family's residence."

At this moment, Tara's small nose twitched slightly, as if she had sensed a strange smell, but she did not ask any questions.

Is this... the smell of blood and corpses?

"Ok."

Ciel nodded.

Then, there will be nothing for Tara.

Just when Charles was about to find an excuse to send Tara away, Tara spoke again.

"Lord Ciel, do you still need sacrifices? I can get you some more."

Tara looked up at Charles' face and continued, "It's okay for me to be the sacrifice myself."

In fact, Tara was also a little conflicted at the moment.

It wasn't because her faith had wavered.

Rather, she had a slight difference in thinking between her spirit body ascending to the kingdom of God to see the Mother Goddess diligently after her death and her human body staying in reality to serve the Mother Goddess.

If the Mother Goddess asked her to dedicate herself, she would definitely not hesitate, but at the same time, Tara would rather serve the Mother Goddess beside her human body.

Does this count as betrayal of the Mother Goddess?

Tara hesitated for a while, but soon gave up thinking about it.

On one side is the Mother Goddess' supreme spiritual kingdom, and on the other side is the Mother Goddess's physical body. Both sides are the same, and it's the Mother Goddess.

It's just that I prefer the Mother Goddess's body a little more, it's not a betrayal.

At this moment, Charles was a little speechless after hearing Tara's words.

Charles knew that Tara was sensitive to smells, and the smell of corpses and blood would definitely be obvious to her, but Charles did not expect that Tara would link all this to the blood sacrifice.

Make yourself look like a murderer.

"Have you forgotten what I told you?"

Ciel spoke calmly.

"I'm sorry, Master Ciel,"

Tara quickly lowered her head and whispered, "Please forgive your foolish servant, I shouldn't have mentioned anything about..."

"Please punish me, Lord Charles. Tara is willing to accept any punishment."

After saying that, Tara drew out the ritual carving knife from her waist, held it in both hands and handed it towards Charles.

This person... could he be a masochist?

Charles looked at Tara kneeling in front of him, somewhat speechless.

Why did he always have to punish her? Why did he feel that the habits of the members of the Holy Advent Sect he met were a bit strange?

But it is also true that "ascetic monks" or fanatics are basically no different from masochists, and it is impossible to understand their thinking using common sense.

If he really cut Tara with a carving knife, Tara might be so happy that she would use a supernatural item to preserve the wound so that it would never heal, and regard the wound given by Charles as a medal.

Come to think of it, this really seems like something Tara would do.

"Just find a place to settle down, and remember, stay away from me."

After thinking for a moment, Charles continued, "Don't take any action without my notifying you."

"Yes, Sir Ciel."

Tara agreed directly, but from her tone, she seemed a little disappointed.

I just don't know whether the reason for her loss is because I didn't stab her or because I drove her away.

After Tara left Charles' house, Charles returned to his room and continued reading, while waiting for Avina's reply.

I just don't know if Avina will have any doubts.

Just when I was lacking a brainwashed second-level cultist to complete the ritual, a brainwashed second-level cultist was delivered to my door, and given to me almost for free without any resistance... It's like a pillow coming to me when I'm sleepy.

Given Avina's suspicious nature, she would definitely think that this matter was not simple, but she didn't know if she would suspect Charles.

Study, rest and calculate the time to eliminate bad luck... Charles spent two days almost in a formulaic way, and it was the 30th.

On this day, two pieces of good news came.

One is that the clothes have been completed and have been delivered to Charles, and Charles has also paid the remaining balance.

The other is Avina's early promotion.

With two fewer wrong attempts, Avina was promoted to level 2 more smoothly and lifted the cultist's brainwashing of Gaima. However, Tara had left a backup for Gaima's memory. After the brainwashing was lifted, Gaima lost all his memories of becoming a cultist.

It is equivalent to a three-year gap in life.

This was what Tara did after considering the interests of the sect, and time was limited. It was impossible for her to precisely erase only the memories related to the sect, so she could only do it in one go.

In the letter, Avina casually mentioned that she had been promoted to "psychologist", and the rest of the text was basically about her concern for Charles' current situation.

And Avina also mentioned that she is now able to help Charles treat his mental problems, and confirmed with Charles that when her affairs are finished, they can make an appointment for a treatment.

After thinking for a while, Charles picked up his pen and wrote a reply.

In the letter, Charles congratulated Avina on her successful promotion, and then mentioned that he really needed her help.

As for the date... after much hesitation, Charles finally decided on July 7st.

That day was the day when his simulated self would solve the problem of the quill. Ciel didn't know if moving the time forward would lead to any unknown events, so he decided to carry out the plan according to the original time, which was tomorrow.

In order to have enough energy to deal with the confrontation with the "Touch of Treason" tomorrow, Charles must get enough rest tonight.

According to his own records in the last simulation, tonight is also a day to sleep safely... However, Charles will not actually sleep the whole time. Instead, he will dilute the tranquilizer into three bottles and sleep in three parts to avoid any accidents in the middle.

Clothes, corpses, and Avina to clean up the mess, everything is ready.

After Ciel drank the diluted sedative, his mind began to repeat the steps he had drawn in the simulation, constantly strengthening the impression, imagining the picture, and then fell asleep in this situation.

This is what she has been doing these days, and falling asleep in this way will most likely allow her to experience a small part of the dream in her recent nightmares - although most of the dreams are very distorted and abstract.

There is no harm in doing this except that the recovery energy will be slightly less.

After three rounds of intermittent sleep, Charles could no longer fall asleep.

Early in the morning, before daybreak, she had already wrapped the body in the net with the linen she had bought, and dragged the body towards the Clock Tower Lane area.

Charles deliberately took a long detour, avoiding all possible places where members of the Savior Goddess Church might appear, especially away from the location of the Bell Tower Church, and finally arrived at the unfinished and abandoned factory building.

Tara had already scouted the area for a few days in advance under Charles's command. No children would come in to explore or play, and no one would come in normally... It's a pity that this factory has no basement, so it's not hidden enough for Charles.

However, the simulated self has already used this factory for work twice, so this place is still fine - it is on the edge of the city and is remote enough.

Charles knew that Avina would arrive at 3:30, but he still made an appointment with her at 5:00.

If the appointment was for 3:30, then Avina might arrive at 2 o'clock or even earlier, which might lead to some unpleasant situations.

Charles dragged the body to a dark corner of the factory, sat on the ground with his back against the wall, watching the time flowing in front of him, quietly waiting for time to pass.

Reality cannot be skipped. Even if he knew all the procedures, Charles could only wait for a specific time point to arrive.

All she can do is make sure she uses all the information she gets in the future or in the past to get the process done as quickly as possible.

It's really boring to play multiple rounds...

Charles' heartbeat began to accelerate, but he still made a little joke in his heart to ease his current tension.

Whether or not this can end depends on today...

At this time, Charles no longer continued to think about the subsequent process in his mind. Instead, he emptied his mind and tried his best to relieve the tension in his heart.

In fact, there was no need for her to be so nervous. Logically speaking, she had more rest time than her simulated self, and her mental state must be better than her simulated self.

The sun rose slowly, shining through the broken roof of the factory building, illuminating a small half of the area, but it could not dispel the darkness deep in the factory building.

Soon, dark clouds came and blocked out the sun's brightness. The whole sky began to become gloomy, as if it was about to rain at any time.

But the rain never fell.

7...8...9...

13...14...15...

At the moment the hands pointed to 3 p.m., a silver light flickered in the darkness deep in the factory.

A few minutes later, a staggering tall figure, dressed in luxurious golden clothes and with an unnatural blush on his face, walked out of the darkness, stood in the sunlight, raised his head, and looked at the sky.

"**."

Under Charles's control, the corpse slowly opened its mouth towards the sky and uttered an ancient and unfamiliar name.

Slade.

PS1:

224.5 (overdue) - 2 (additional) = 222.5 (overdue)

Woo woo woo woo I will never write before going to bed again. I almost fell asleep twice while writing. I will definitely write in advance tomorrow.

Start writing soon! Tomorrow’s me!!!

Good night! I fainted!

137

Chapter 137 The beginning of chaos.

This was the sentence that the simulated self thought was the most effective, and it was also the last sentence the simulated self asked the corpse to shout out, but there was no reaction.

Charles, who had transformed into a "coroner", was not at all panicked by this unexpected situation.

Before things started, she was still nervous.

Success or failure depends on this one move. The closer it gets to the moment of life and death, the calmer Charles becomes.

Charles cut his left wrist with a knife, letting the blood flow down his fingers, drawing a blood array pattern on the ground.

At the same time, Charles was controlling the corpse with two minds at the same time, and began to go through the words that Charles had tried in the simulation again from beginning to end.

Perhaps it wasn't the last word that completely awakened the quill's memory; these "foreplays" were also extremely important...

……

A raven was circling over the Deton Manor outside the city of Burren.

The huge shadow cast by its body covered a large area below. In its cold gaze, a woman with long brown hair walked out of the door of Deton Manor.

She held a rusty coin in her hand and seemed to be trying to walk out of Deton Manor.

The moment she stepped into Deton Manor, the shadow of a raven swooped down and stopped on the outer wall of Deton Manor, staring at the woman, and the entire shadow of the raven seemed to cover the woman.

But the woman seemed to be oblivious to the raven's presence. She picked up the coin and slowly raised her hand to flick it.

The coin rolled upwards and then fell along a parabola towards the back of the woman's hand.

The rusty coin landed steadily on the back of the woman's hand. In Raven Shadow's eyes, the invisible dotted line connecting the coin and the woman broke instantly and connected with another line.

The consequence of this action was that the coin, which had originally landed steadily on the back of the woman's hand with the front side facing up, slid down at a strange angle and hit the ground.