Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Charles glanced at the system time.

"Time remaining: 08:24:54"

15 hours and 35 minutes passed in the simulation, and the time left for free movement was only 8 hours and 24 minutes.

Thanks to last night's sleep, the wounds on my body no longer hurt, only the numbness and itchiness remained.

It seems that the medicine that High Priestess Julis used on herself is quite effective.

If he survived this simulation, Ciel decided to save it directly into the character archive so that he wouldn't have to endure the pain of burns every time he used this character to enter the simulation.

What should I do in the next period of time?

After losing his biggest threat, Ciel was a little confused for a moment.

She took the notebook on the table, wrote and drew on it, and made some plans for herself.

【1. Visit Deton Manor】

[2. Go to the dean as planned and ask for a letter of recommendation from the police station]

3. Borrow money from Amy

[4. Borrow money from Avina]

5. Bank robbery

【...】

As the plan was written, it began to become increasingly outrageous.

Because this was a simulation, Charles didn't have a very high moral bottom line when making the plan.

Anyway, when I return to reality, no one will know what I have done.

The main reason for going to Deton Manor was because I learned from Avina yesterday that Deton Manor was a gathering place for extraordinary people, similar to a market for extraordinary people. Not only could you buy some good things there, but you could also receive some commissions that you would never normally see.

As for those who borrow money, rob banks, etc., they do so out of practical considerations.

After all, I am very poor in reality, no, very poor.

If the exchange rate for a sack of Soviet pounds was also 1 fixed life point, then Charles would definitely exchange it without hesitation.

Of course, if you bring Soviet pounds banknotes into the real world, there may be a problem of serial numbers overlapping with the real Soviet pounds. To be on the safe side, it is best to exchange them all for gold pounds.

A gold pound is a gold coin with a face value of 1 Soviet pound. Its standard weight is 7.98 grams and its purity is 91.67%. Although a sack of gold pounds is certainly not as valuable as a sack of Soviet pounds with a face value of yuan, it is safer to spend.

Calculating this way, asking for a letter of recommendation is actually the most common and not worth doing.

Ciel crossed out some plans and rearranged their order.

First, go get some money, then go to Deton Manor to see if you can buy some good stuff. If there is something particularly good, commit suicide immediately if you touch it.

If you don't buy anything good or make much money, then at the end of the simulation...

Go to the bank and do something big.

Try to figure out the best route to rob a bank, make bank robbery a fixed punch-in route for each simulation, and figure out how to use the fixed points of 1 life to exchange for the most money in the most extreme way.

Go get some money first.

Ciel put down her notebook and changed into a low-key linen cotton dress, black ankle boots, and a brown bowler hat to block out the sun.

Just in case, she took her brown standard shoulder bag and carried it on her body, mainly to carry money.

After getting ready, I opened the door and went downstairs.

At this time, his sister had already returned to the factory to work. A piece of bread and fried bacon were left on the table. It seemed to be breakfast for Charles, but it was already cold now.

After Charles stuffed the bacon and bread into his mouth and finished eating, he pushed open the door, made sure the doors and windows were locked, and walked towards the West District along North-South Stone Street.

Amy and Avina both live in the Jazzbridge area, which is more prosperous than the central area.

The Jazz Bridge area is located in the west of Burren City. People generally call that area the West District. I heard that the West District is also the most prosperous in the capital Ansu.

Time was not very tight, and Charles did not deliberately slow down. After about twenty minutes, she arrived at the street near where Amy lived.

When Charles arrived at the mansion where Amy lived, he stopped and looked at the large single-family villa in front of him, feeling a little emotional.

When they were in school, Amy had always wanted to get close to him, but because Charles at that time always adhered to the principle of not making close friends with others and keeping a low profile, he would often politely refuse the other party's invitation.

Firstly, she wanted to avoid getting involved in the open and secret struggles among the children of powerful and wealthy businessmen, and secondly, she simply didn't have the money to go shopping and party with them.

The two are completely from different classes. Even if Charles wanted to fit in, he probably couldn't. At most, he would become a runner and errand boy for the young ladies.

But what Charles did not expect was that in the previous simulation, Amy, whom he had always regarded as a "surface friend", would rather have a big quarrel with her father and be put in solitary confinement than secretly pass on information to him through the servants. This made Charles feel a little moved.

She will always remember this favor.

Ahem... Although I came here to borrow money from her, it's okay. Even if I don't get the money, Charles will take Amy out for a good meal after he robs the bank and returns to reality.

Charles's pause seemed to have attracted the attention of a servant, who walked to the imposing iron gate and asked through the bars, "Excuse me, miss, are you looking for someone?"

"I'm looking for Amy. I'm her classmate, my name is Charles." Charles said to him through the fence.

"Please wait a moment, Miss Charles. I'll go in and inform the eldest lady." Hearing that it was a classmate, the waiter bowed slightly to show respect, then turned around and trotted across the garden and into the villa.

After waiting for a minute, Charles saw a figure in a silk nightgown running towards the door, followed by a maid who looked to be in her thirties or forties.

"Miss! Miss! You haven't changed your clothes yet!"

Hearing the maid's call, Amy lowered her head suddenly and realized that she had run out in her nightgown. Her face flushed red and she turned around and rushed into the villa. The maid nodded slightly apologetically in the direction of Charles and hurriedly followed.

After about thirty minutes, when Charles' legs were almost numb outside, the door of the villa was finally opened again.

Amy walked out gracefully in a light blue silk dress with delicate lace. The petticoat made her skirt wide and fluffy. She wore a white lace shawl on her shoulders and a straw hat decorated with flowers and feathers on her head. Her long wavy golden hair shone in the sunlight.

She opened a small door on the big iron gate, reached out and pulled Charles into the garden, then quickly withdrew her hand, put it behind her back, lowered her head, but couldn't help but look up at the curly-haired Charles in front of her.

"Charles... why are you here? I was looking for you at the graduation ceremony yesterday, but I couldn't find you..." Amy asked nervously. She was so nervous that she accidentally bit her tongue.

Charles took a deep breath and glanced at the garden beside him.

This flower really looks like a flower...

Miss Amy! It's really hard for me to bring up the idea of ​​borrowing money when you're like this!

Chapter 26 Let’s do something big!

In the end, Charles was unable to ask Amy for money.

She was invited to have morning tea, taste some desserts, and chat for nearly an hour before saying goodbye.

Although her stay was short, Amy acted very happy the whole time. She seemed a little disappointed when she heard that Charles was leaving. However, when Charles promised to visit her again next time, the smile returned to her face.

What a very easy-to-please child.

However, Charles also found out something from the side, that is, Amy's savings.

Amy now has about 30 pounds in savings. Although she has 5 pounds of pocket money every week, she spends money too lavishly and has basically not saved much.

After hearing about the other person's weekly pocket money, Charles couldn't help but feel a little sad about the gap between them.

Sister Lizzie worked hard in the factory every day, working almost 14 hours a day, and her weekly salary was only 11 shillings.

Amy's weekly pocket money is nearly nine times Lizzie's weekly salary, which is amazing.

After asking Amy where No. 15 Jazz Bridge was, Charles left Amy's house and headed towards Avina's house.

After passing through a block full of embassies, the land in front of them became obviously more open. The villas here could not even be called villas, but manors - the grassy garden between their house and the iron gate fence was larger than Amy's entire land.

This Avina... her family seems to be even richer than he imagined.

Charles stopped in front of No. 15, showed the seal left by Avina to the armed guard at the door, and was then invited into the manor, where he was waiting in the reception room next to the hall.

After a while, Avina, wearing the same uniform and boots as last night, pushed the door open and walked in, looking at Charles who stood up.

"Ms. Charles, we meet again." After closing the door of the living room, Avina sat across from Charles and said expressionlessly, "I was just about to go to the police station and almost missed it."

Facing the three-no Avina in front of him, Charles felt the pressure suddenly reduced, at least there was no moral pressure.

"You said I could come to you for a favor." Charles didn't waste any time and got straight to the point.

"Who are you going to kill?" Avina seemed to have guessed Charles's intentions and said without any further ado, "As long as they are gangsters, I can help you deal with them."

Avina took out a small black notebook and a pen from her coat pocket, looking like she was about to write something down.

Charles: "I came to borrow money from you."

Avina: “…”

Avina's body stiffened noticeably, and it seemed as if her mind was unable to process the information immediately.

After a long moment, she looked up at Charles, and after confirming that she was not joking, she asked, "How much do you want to borrow?"

"How much do you have?" Charles thought for a moment and added, "If possible, it would be best if it were all in gold pounds."

"You want to hide?" Avina finally showed doubt on her face. "I can arrange a place for you."

Avina also investigated Charles's background last night. If Charles wanted to run away with her sister, it would be like a fish entering the sea and it would be difficult to find her.

"No, I want money," said Charles, half-truthfully. "I want to go to Durden Manor."

Why only gold pounds?

never mind......

Avina didn't ask any more questions, but just asked Charles to wait for a moment. She walked out of the living room. After about ten minutes, Avina came in carrying a bulging exquisite silk bag the size of a fist.

"There are 75 gold pounds in here," Avina said, placing the bag in front of Ciel. "The spiritual material I got last time was only half a portion. It wasn't the main ingredient, nor was it a finished potion, and it didn't come with a ritual or formula. It could be sold for about 50 gold pounds at Deton Manor."

"The other 25 pounds is a personal loan from me. You can pay it back whenever you want."

despair--

A thick bag of gold coins was placed in front of Charles. Avina loosened the rope at the mouth of the bag, and the golden coins shook so hard that Charles staggered back.

Gold...lots of gold pounds...

When Avina placed a heavy bag of gold coins in Charles's hand, Charles felt his breathing was a little unstable.

It was the first time she saw so much money...

Although the total weight of these gold coins is only about 600 grams, the weight of them feels like a ton to Charles.

"Don't you need to count?" Avina asked.

"No." Charles put the bag of gold in his handbag, calmed down, looked at Avina and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Avina shook her head slightly, thought for a moment, and then continued, "If there is nothing special, it would be better for Miss Charles not to come to me in the next month."

"The contract we signed is very unfavorable to me. In order to ensure that my own thoughts are not too affected by the contract, we can communicate through letters."

"No problem." Charles agreed immediately.

Anyway, once you leave the simulation, you won’t know anything about the contract.

Charles stood up and was about to leave for Deton Manor when he suddenly remembered something and looked back at Avina.

“Miss Avina, do you have any unused sacks at home?”

75 gold pounds is indeed a lot for Charles.

But if Charles had to use 1 life point to exchange for 75 gold pounds, it would be a bit painful.

You can earn more gold pounds if you lose them, but if you use up all your destiny points, then Charles will never be able to enter the simulation again.

If possible, she would like to go to the bank to earn more gold pounds.

"Oh, I have another question." Charles thought for a moment and continued, "Will there be extraordinary people guarding the bank?"

Avina: “…”

Avina: “Huh?”

In an instant, she could no longer keep up with the other person's train of thought.

He asked for a sack and asked if the bank was guarded by a superhuman... Did you know that the person standing in front of you was a police officer?

"You want to rob a bank?" Avina's expression became a little serious. She warned, "Big banks are basically controlled by families. Those families have complex internal forces and extensive connections. If a supernatural bank robbery really happened, I'm afraid you would be brought to justice that night."

"I'm just asking, why would I rob a bank? I'm not risking my life." Charles waved his hand and explained with a smile, "I'm just curious."

After thinking about it, Avina agreed.

Miss Charles usually acts cautiously and carefully. Although she has just become a transcendent, she should not do such an extraordinary thing.