Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Hearing this, Charles probably knew how things had developed.

Work-for-relief? According to Isabella, the capital for building the factory was borrowed from the Ansu government by the local government of North Ansu?

Charles shook his head secretly.

A few porridge factories can't save the millions of people in Bei'ansu. Work-for-relief is even more ridiculous. Where can they buy food with the few shillings they get after working?

Funny?

However, Charles couldn't say whether the Prime Minister and the Queen were gods or not, after all, Dai Ying had done the same thing in his previous life.

After hesitating for a moment, Charles finally asked, "Did they... also increase grain imports and ban grain exports from Bei'ansu?"

Hearing this, Isabella looked at Charles with a hint of surprise and said, "Indeed, you don't know much about these things, right? This decree was issued not long ago..."

Charles: "..."

It's almost predictable how things will develop next.

This policy sounds quite human and the logic is very simple.

We have no food left, so we must ban food exports and increase food imports to supplement food, so that the people of Bei'an Su will at least have food to buy.

But these policies do not take into account one group of people - grain merchants.

Ciel reached out and rubbed his temple.

Fortunately, there are supernatural powers in this world, and there are many "plague doctors" like Adele. They will probably rush to Bei'ansu to solve the problem of potato blight.

but……

There was no way for Ciel to be sure whether the potato blight in Bei'ansu was caused by a transcendent being like the "Blight Messenger"...

Even Charles began to wonder if Queen Anzu was also digesting some magic potion.

Moreover, Charles was also worried that his acquisition of the "uniqueness" trait would cause a butterfly effect and accelerate the progress of certain things.

"It shouldn't be a big deal...don't worry too much."

Isabella looked at Charles's reaction, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Excuse me, Miss Charles, are you from Bei'ansu?"

"Huh? No, what's wrong?"

Ciel shook his head and looked at Isabella with some curiosity.

Could it be that my worried expression just now caused her to misunderstand?

"No... Don't you know? The upper class nobles of Guansu have two hair colors with pure bloodlines, one is black and the other is red."

Isabella said, "I remember it was said orally that the one with red hair had the blood of the Orlando nobles, and the one with black hair was from Ansu's side."

"Look, isn't Miss Avina's hair black? This is considered to be a relatively pure Gu'ansu bloodline."

Is there such a saying?

Charles shook his head and didn't respond.

Judging from Ciel's previous memories, the memories of this red hair brought her more pain.

Especially in Anzu, red hair is often associated with witches, immorality and debauchery in dramas, and the lower the level of people, the deeper the prejudice against red hair.

According to Isabella, it is also possible that the Ansu government is spreading rumors, belittling and slandering the Orlando nobles, and Xia Yuer is just an innocent victim.

At the same time, Avina, who had almost sent away all the nobles around her, breathed a sigh of relief and looked around, searching for Charles.

Soon, she spotted Ciel sitting with two other beautiful girls, his brows furrowed slightly.

Charles...how come I met another beautiful girl after just ten minutes of not seeing her?

Whether out of possessiveness or simply curiosity about what they were talking about, Avina walked towards their table. The others were sitting two seats apart, but Avina sat directly next to Charles.

"call……"

Avina pretended to be relieved, then looked in the direction of Isabella and Amy with an expressionless face and said, "You guys continue, I'll rest here for a while."

"These nobles are really too enthusiastic, Miss Avina."

Isabella smiled as if she understood very well. "It's like a cold. You can't get rid of it."

Avina definitely didn't dare to say these words, so Isabella wanted to help Avina curse them out, maybe it would give Avina a good impression.

After all, Avina now seemed to be bored with talking with those nobles.

"Yes."

Avina nodded, she deeply agreed with this.

"We were just talking about hair color. I said Miss Charles's hair color might come from the upper class nobles of Guansu."

In order to prevent the topic from getting dull, Isabella quickly continued the previous topic to avoid a dull silence.

At the same time, based on where Avina was sitting, she confirmed that her judgment was correct.

That red-haired girl was indeed Miss Avina's good friend. His move to get closer to Charles just now was a good gamble, otherwise he would not be able to sit at the same table with Miss Avina now.

But at this moment, a discordant voice sounded behind Avina.

A fat nobleman, whose dress was about to burst, took a champagne glass and sat down in a seat one seat away from Avina. After wiping the sweat from his face, he showed a somewhat apologetic expression and said:

"I apologize for interrupting your conversation... Your Excellency Avina Russell, please consider my proposal... Ask Your Excellency William Winston to lift the ban on grain exports."

"This isn't just my opinion; it's shared by other grain merchants as well. These huge losses are an unprovoked disaster for us..."

At this moment, the fat man was interrupted by Isabella. She said, "Mr. Balfour Huntington, if you have this request, why didn't you speak directly to Sir William?"

"Now Sir William has already boarded the train and left. Even if Lady Avina sends a letter, I'm afraid it will take half a month for Sir William to receive it."

Every word she said was to help Avina persuade the fat nobleman to leave. In fact, when she was chatting with Charles just now, she also noticed that the fat nobleman had been pestering Avina.

The fat nobleman was a little annoyed that his words were interrupted. He looked in Isabella's direction and his expression showed a hint of contempt.

A daughter who sells paintings dares to interrupt me?

After just glancing at Isabella with disdain, Balfour continued to look in the direction of Avina.

Perhaps because he was interrupted midway, Balfour, who had already spoken a lot along the way, became a little angry and his tone became less polite.

"Mr. Avina, please convince Mr. William to change his mind... How can you restrict grain exports?"

"We are being forced to save the lives of those lazy poor people? And we are banning the export of Orlando's grain? This is interfering with the sacred free trade!"

The fat man tapped his finger heavily on the table and said, "Please tell His Excellency William that if the government continues to restrict exports, we will give up putting grain on the market."

"The imported grain has been stuck at the Port of Orlando for three days. If the export restriction is not lifted, we will refuse to accept the grain and refuse to unload it."

"Even if all the food in the granaries and on the ships rots, we won't put it on the market. Lift the ban! This is our bottom line!"

After saying that, the fat nobleman stood up, turned around, called his servants, and prepared to leave.

“If you have any problems, you can always go to Ansu, go to the House of Commons and make your point and let them vote for you,”

Avina said calmly, "Instead of venting your anger on me, it won't do anything."

"If you are here to discuss business, I welcome you very much. If you are just looking for me to be a mouthpiece, I'm sorry, please leave."

Avina still had no expression on her face. She seemed to have gotten used to facing such nobles and wealthy businessmen. These people could not contact the top leaders of the Russell family, nor could they contact William. It was as if they used Avina as a mouthpiece, venting all their grievances on her.

Of course, their attitude is already quite good. If they were really allowed to speak in the House of Lords, they would directly curse at those noble members of parliament.

After all, this concerns their interests, and interests are their lives.

At this moment, she felt a warm little hand touching her lower back and gently smoothing it.

"Are you okay, Avina?"

Charles looked at Avina with an expressionless face and felt a little worried.

Although Avina still had a blank expression on her face, Charles could clearly see some fatigue in her eyes. It seemed that William's arrival had invisibly led the banquet in a direction that Avina could not control.

"fine."

Avina shook her head, then stood up, nodded slightly to the few people, and said, "Sorry to interrupt your chat."

Avina seemed to notice that her arrival had ruined the originally relaxed atmosphere, so she stood up and left the table.

Looking at Avina's back, Charles didn't have any good way to comfort her for a moment.

After all, in these political and business areas, Charles knows nothing and can't help at all.

However, from what the fat noble said just now, Charles also roughly understood something.

The development in Bei'ansu...seems to have exceeded Charles's expectations.

She had a bad feeling in her heart.

Logically speaking, the city of Buren where she lives is still a long distance away from Bei'ansu Orlando. No matter what happens over there, it will not affect her.

Moreover, I had simulated the situation for more than 40 days before. Although I didn't have much contact with Avina at that time, from the description in my notes during the simulation, it seemed that the famine had almost no impact on the city of Burren.

The biggest event in the city of Buren still focuses on the factory itself. Perhaps the workers' march here is what Charles needs to pay more attention to.

Ciel's power is limited, and it's impossible for her to go around saving people - she can hardly protect herself and the people around her, so how can she think about being a hero?

Seeking good fortune and avoiding danger is still Charles' core idea at this time.

Although he would definitely not live a peaceful life, Charles would try his best not to cause trouble and live a peaceful life with himself and those around him.

Peace, peace is the most important thing.

Find some time tonight... to simulate the follow-up.

Charles opened the simulation interface and looked at the simulation time that had previously timed out and refreshed.

【来日:30Day （圣741年7月31日23:59）（消耗100命定点）】

【往日:1Day （圣741年7月1日23:59）（消耗10命定点）】

[Old Day: ***, ***Day (???) (Consume 10000 Fate Points)]

The time is stuck at 30 days, which requires 100 life points... If you simulate again after midnight, it will become 29 days. Within 30 days, only 10 life points will be consumed.

And this past simulation...

Is this going to mean I have to go back to this morning and do it again with Avina?

Charles felt that the system had deliberately chosen this time randomly, because it knew for sure that Charles would not choose the past simulation and would refresh the future simulation if necessary.

Ciel withdrew his gaze and looked at Amy and Isabella in front of him.

Amy made faces in the direction the nobleman left, while Isabella, who had been looked down upon before, did not seem to have any major emotional fluctuations and seemed not to be affected by the nobleman at all.

What a strong mental quality.

However, they didn't seem to notice Charles's small gesture of reaching out and caressing Avina's lower back.

In the remaining time, Charles asked the knowledgeable Isabella many questions. Isabella seemed happy to answer them, and Amy, who had only a vague understanding of many things, also agreed from time to time.

The atmosphere that was disturbed by the fat noble just now finally slowly recovered.

However, Charles's eyes were almost always looking in Avina's direction. She was still a little worried about Avina's current situation.

However, the dinner of this banquet was not held in Avina's manor, but was held in another wealthy businessman's manor at No. 5 Jazz Bridge District, so that other nobles who had not talked enough would have a place to continue chatting.

This kind of situation where banquets are held one after another is very common in aristocratic circles - or it can be said that there are only a few times in a year when they do not attend banquets.

Because Amy's father was also invited, Amy had to go with her father, and Isabella chose to go home.

Avina naturally did not go to the next scene, but returned to her room. There was no need for Charles to go there either. She didn't know anyone and didn't want to be approached by anyone.

The sky had darkened slightly, with only the red sun and dusk in the distance. The maids and other servants had already started cleaning the manor.

After asking about Avina's location, Charles also walked towards Avina's room.

As soon as he walked into the room, Charles saw Avina, who had finished washing up and was wearing pajamas, lying face down on the bed. Even the sound of Charles opening and closing the door could not make her raise her head.

"Are you okay, Avina?"

Charles walked over to Avina and asked, but Avina still didn't look up. She just buried her face in the pillow and made a dull sound: "Take a bath."

"what?"

Ciel asked doubtfully, not quite hearing what was said.

"Take a shower and go to bed."

Avina's voice came again, and only then did Charles hear it clearly.

Are you asking me to take a shower and go to bed?