Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Dense black and white shadows gathered around Charles, escorting her forward steadily until she stopped in front of a bank.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Charles looked up at the "Charlie Bank" on the bank sign and spoke softly.

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Chapter 3 Level “Subverter”?

"You...who are you?"

"I can give you money, please don't kill me..."

"I will cooperate with whatever you ask me to do, please..."

A middle-aged man standing nearby was being held in the center of the bank hall. He had a sack hood on his head and was only wearing pajamas. It seemed that he was brought here while he was sleeping.

He had no idea what was happening, nor could he see where he was. The rain mixed with the nervous sweat flowed down his back. He could only pray in a low voice, fearing that his voice would be too loud and arouse the anger of the "robber".

A familiar, soft melody came from a music box, startling the man slightly.

Then the man felt something pulling open his hood, and he regained his sight and saw everything around him.

here it is……

In front of me is the bank that I am familiar with and where I work every day.

The bank was unattended at this time, and the guards and staff on duty had disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there were dozens of police officers wearing helmets and a dozen mysterious men in black robes, who surrounded the man.

Right in front of the man, a young girl was half leaning against the desk at the front desk, with her eyes closed. Her delicate fingers were resting on the exquisite music box on the table, tapping it rhythmically with the sound of the music. The music just now came from the music box.

No... no, no, these couldn't be police officers. It was impossible for the police to arrest a little-known figure like him in this way at this late hour.

Almost instantly, the man found the core of the group. He knelt down and took a few steps forward, saying, "My lord, is there anything I can do for you? I will..."

The man's voice seemed to interrupt the girl's enjoyment of the music. She stopped moving her fingers and opened her eyes.

But she didn't seem angry at all, she just looked in the man's direction calmly and gracefully, which instantly made the man feel hopeful.

She can communicate... it's good that she can communicate...

But just as the girl curled up her lips to smile, the man saw the sharp fangs in her mouth. In an instant, the hope that had just risen fell directly to the bottom of the valley.

"Polly...right."

Charles stopped leaning on the table, stood up, and waved casually to the people beside him, as if he didn't intend to waste time.

"Although I really want to talk to you nicely, considering you've tricked me before...it's better to use a simple approach."

After hearing what Charles said, the bank manager Polly was stunned. He had never seen the girl in front of him and they had no connection at all. How could he have cheated her?

Just when Polly was about to explain the misunderstanding, a black man slowly stepped forward and attracted Polly's attention. When he looked at the black man and his eyes met Polly's, his mind instantly fell into a trance.

"In the endless darkness, I call upon you, Mother Goddess Sadhana..."

The dark man spoke slowly.

As he finished reciting this sentence, all the detectives and other criminals around him slowly lowered their heads and chanted devoutly in unison: "In the endless darkness, I call upon you, Mother Goddess Sardana..."

In an instant, the endless darkness completely eroded the remaining sanity in Polly's mind.

……

"Lord Ciel, based on the time you gave, I am indeed impressed by this client."

In Polly's manager's office, Charles was sitting on the sofa, playing with a small art sculpture in his hand.

This is a small obelisk with some words begging for wealth engraved on it in Ansu language. It is just an ordinary desktop ornament.

Polly handed over a document and a check, then respectfully stepped aside and continued, "Here are the transaction details for that bearer account. Please review them."

Charles picked up the transaction details, took a look at them, and then put them down.

There were not many transactions in this account, except for a sum of money transferred in by Balfour, the amount of which was 10,000 Soviet pounds, which was the same as what Balfour had said before in the dungeon.

The transaction details of this bank account only gave a new clue.

The attack took place on July 7, Balfour's remittance was on July 26, and the money was withdrawn on July 7. The paintings on consignment from Isabella's family were also purchased on July 24.

This almost directly proves that this is the same money, and the Grain Import and Export Association that spent this money is absolutely involved.

Now we need to figure out who received this money and what was the purpose of receiving this money?

"Do you remember what the person who withdrew the money looked like?"

Ciel inquired.

"I remember this,"

Polly nodded and said, "This is a huge sum of money. Even Charlie Bank doesn't have that much cash reserves. I had to go to other banks to withdraw some funds and barely scraped together 10,000 Soviet pounds."

"Among them are two very rare £1000 notes, which should be identifiable by this feature if he wants to spend them."

Then, Polly described to Charles the appearance and identity of the person who came to withdraw the money.

The more he listened, the more Charles' brows furrowed.

Charles remembered this man.

The first time I attended a banquet was at the next dinner he hosted, which was held at No. 5 Jazz Bridge District, not far away.

But no matter how you look at it, he is just an ordinary noble who makes money from factory business, and his title is not high, and he is not even an extraordinary person.

Could such a person be the mastermind behind the attack on the banquet?

There was no way Charles could believe it.

But no matter what, now that we have reached this point, we can only continue investigating.

Charles always felt that the investigation seemed to have reached a deadlock. Although the clues were clearly moving forward, it gave people the feeling that it was still standing still.

It seems that the more you investigate, the more mysteries there are... as if they were man-made.

Charles wouldn't believe that all this was a coincidence.

She didn't say anything, but just stood up and walked out of the manager's office. At this time, Tara, who was standing at the door, called out to Charles.

"Lord Charles, there's news from Clocktower Alley."

Tara lowered her head and said to Charles.

"Where are the bombs?"

Ciel inquired.

"According to the current leader of the Blackwater Party, it was already sold in a secret transaction a long time ago."

Tara replied.

Sold?

Could it be that……

Ciel's eyes narrowed slightly.

She really didn't expect that this barrel of explosives that she had been using and hidden by the Blackwater Gang would eventually hit her like a boomerang.

This is actually very easy to solve. We just need to reveal the information to Avina in advance and let her direct the police station to search out all the bombs.

But who can guarantee that after the arms are confiscated, there won't be another surprise? Will the mastermind behind this incident let it go?

"Continue to track down the whereabouts of those bombs and make sure to find out who bought them."

Charles said, "Also, send someone over to Isabella's place to investigate the buyers and sellers of those paintings. If anyone seems suspicious..."

"No need to report to me, just 'baptize' them directly."

Ciel said calmly.

"Yes!"

Tara nodded and said devoutly, "I'll do it right away."

"Let someone else go."

Charles shook his head and continued, "Wait, you have to accompany me to a place."

"Okay, I'll arrange someone now."

Tara didn't ask Charles where he was going to take her. The mere fact that she could follow Charles made Tara very excited.

She quickly ran downstairs and handed the task issued by Charles to several calm and trustworthy bishops, asking them to divide their men into two teams and go directly to the clue point to continue the investigation.

By the time Tara had gathered the rest of the people, Charles had already arrived at the hall below. Charles and Tara got on the same carriage, which galloped towards the Sir Bridge area, followed by several bishops and priests on horseback and a dozen baptized mounted police.

Charles was shaking in the carriage, closing his eyes tightly, reviewing what had happened since he came here.

As things have developed to this point, there are actually two more logical chains.

The first link is that it was a terrorist attack openly carried out by the Orlando Republican Army, and it was financially supported by the Food Import and Export Association, which wanted to regain its export license.

Whether it was an anonymous account or money laundering through the exhibition, it was all just to pay the commission secretly. The purpose was to assassinate the Russell family and use the Orlando Republican Army to force the Russell family to give in and relax export controls.

If you don't relax the import and export controls, then food will never be able to come in. If food can't come in, the porridge factory won't be able to continue operating. If the porridge factory can't continue operating, more people will die in Beian Su.

The more people die, the more frantic the Orlando Republican Army's revenge will become.

This is pressure.

Unfortunately, they made a mistake in silencing the witness. The longer Balfour lives, the higher the chance of them being exposed.

For the Orlando Republican Army, they can also use this opportunity to take revenge on the great nobles of Ansu, or the great nobles who are related to Minister William, and they can also obtain a large amount of funds. This is a win-win situation.

As for the second chain, it is somewhat of a conspiracy theory for others.

She was more inclined to believe that someone was manipulating all this behind the scenes.

Originally, the Grain Import and Export Association would not risk "treason" to carry out such political operations; the Orlando Republican Army would not choose to launch a large-scale terrorist attack at this time; the mint workers would not burn down the mint, hang the factory owner, and engage in large-scale conflicts with Orlando immigrants, exacerbating the tension and changes in the situation.

This was not Charles's imagination, but a guess based on the situation in the previous simulation.

Wasn't there a famine in the simulation? Wasn't there an incident at the mint? Wasn't there a lunatic decision by the Anzu leadership?

These definitely exist, but in previous simulations, these things did not mix together and explode at the same time, and they were far more violent than imagined.

It can be said that, except for those who have seen another possible Charles, anyone who investigates this matter can only come up with the first guess.

Because this is the most obvious and most prominent "fact".

If the one causing the disturbance and exacerbating the situation is a transcendent, then what kind of potion is he digesting? What kind of result does he need to achieve?

A noun suddenly emerged in Charles' mind.

"Instigator".

Among the extraordinary paths that Ciel currently knew, this seemed to be the only one that was keen on accomplishing something like this...

The follow-up to the "Instigator" is the Level 2 "Dream Stealer"...

"Tara,"

Charles looked at Tara, who was sitting across from him, staring at him in a daze, and asked, "Do you know anything about the 'Instigator'? What are its subsequent paths?"

Got a question?

Thinking that the Mother Goddess was just testing him, Tara straightened his back instantly and said:

"Lord Ciel."

"As far as I know, the 'instigators' rarely show up. Those who have properly completed the reappearance ritual, or those who are organized, are unlikely to come into contact with other extraordinary beings. Even if they do, they are unlikely to reveal the fact that they are the 'instigators'."

"Because no one wants to be friends with an 'instigator'. Everyone is worried that they might be stabbed in the back without even realizing it."

"There seems to be a saying circulating among the 'Instigators': 'When words are combined in the right way, they are enough to change people's minds.' This seems to be their creed."

After a brief pause, Tara continued:

"As for the Dream Stealers, they're even more secretive... You can occasionally encounter Instigators in reality, but once you encounter a Dream Stealer, it means you're already in their dream."

"And the subsequent Tier 3 'Subverter'... To be honest, I know very little about it. My apologies, Master Ciel, but my knowledge is still too shallow."

Tara lowered her head slightly, looking a little apologetic.

Most of her research and knowledge are concentrated in the fields of religion and archaeology, and these extraordinary knowledge, which are rarely circulated, have touched upon her blind spots in knowledge.