Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Because she rarely went out to fight, she spent most of her life in the monastery library and in scripture debates. She occasionally gave lectures and taught, but her time was not much.

"fine."

Ciel shook his head slightly, lost in thought.

“Disruptor”…

Why did Charles feel like he had solved the case just by hearing the name of this method?

The carriage slowly stopped outside a dusky manor. Tara opened the door and got out first, holding an umbrella for Charles.

"We are here, Lord Ciel."

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Chapter 149: Stealing Dreams.

Charles lowered his head slightly, got out of the car, stepped on the ground with his shoes, and looked up at the manor in front of him.

At this time, Manor No. 5 was brightly lit, but there was no guard at the door.

Several guards who arrived later stepped forward, opened the gate of the manor for Charles, stood on both sides of the gate with their heads down, waiting for Charles to enter.

Before Charles stepped into the manor, dozens of black and white shadows had already sneaked into the manor before her, eliminating the threats inside for her.

Charles strolled into the front garden and walked along the stone brick path in the middle to the gate of the manor.

At this moment, a bishop in black robes walked up quickly from behind, bent down, and said something in Tara's ear.

"Well... go ahead."

Tara waved her hand, then raised her head slightly and looked in Charles' direction, saying respectfully, "Lord Charles, it seems that only Baron Harold and his wife are inside... there is no one else."

"Not a single servant?"

Ciel inquired.

"No."

"Bring him here."

Charles walked straight to the reception room, sat in the main seat, leaned back, and waited for others to bring the baron over.

Although this Baron Harold was a baronet like Hastings, their wealth and status were very different.

Hastings inherited his title, but he had no assets such as land. He just relied on his position as a baron to get a lucrative job as a justice of the peace.

Harold, on the other hand, was an orthodox tycoon who obtained his honorary title by donating land, which was not hereditary.

Why would someone with such wealth and status, someone who already reached the limit of ordinary people, get involved in such a thing? To be a middleman to pay commissions to the Grain Import and Export Association?

This was of absolutely no benefit to Harold. Even if he could really make some money from the 10,000 Soviet pounds, the profit he would get would be far less than that from his own factory - not to mention that his factory was not restricted by the ban on grain imports and exports.

Would such a big businessman do something that has absolutely no profit?

This was something that Charles couldn't understand at all.

There are only two explanations.

Or he is a Bei'an Su who has hidden his identity.

Or he's been brainwashed.

As for Charles, he is more inclined to the second explanation.

It is extremely easy for an "instigator" to influence an ordinary person.

Soon, a bald man in pajamas and a simple windbreaker was brought to Charles by two guards.

His eyes were dazed, and before the guards could speak, he had already kneeled respectfully in front of Charles and Tara. It seemed that he had been brainwashed by the bishop of the Holy Advent Sect.

"Tell us everything you know about the attack on the 26th."

Ciel tapped the tabletop lightly with his fingers and asked.

"Your Excellency..."

Harold, kneeling on the ground, murmured:

"I……"

"I'm originally from the Northern Ansu, Your Excellency. I've been secretly funding the Orlando Republican Brotherhood. On the 24th, an informant from the Orlando Republican Army gave me a special mission. I was to use an account to withdraw a sum of money from Charlie Bank on the 27th, and then go to an art exhibition to purchase a painting."

"They said I could keep the painting... so I took it home."

This answer was almost identical to what Ciel had in mind, causing him to frown slightly.

The entire clue has become a closed loop. Just through the Balfour line, the entire chain was easily uncovered. The difference is that by interrogating people from multiple forces, the progress of the entire investigation was accelerated.

So, the targets of his revenge are really just the Food Import and Export Association and the Orlando Republican Army?

"What kind of painting is it?"

Tara, who was standing by, asked directly.

Painting?

Tara's words gave Charles a wake-up call.

This seems to be an extraordinary painting. Although it is not clear who consigned this painting to the exhibition at Isabella's house, it can be speculated that the person basically has close ties with the Orlando Republican Army.

"I'm not sure, sir,"

Harold shook his head and said, "I just asked the servant to hang it in the studio. I haven't seen it yet."

"You, take him to get the painting."

Tara looked at the guard beside her, thought for a moment, and added, "Remember to call a bishop to confirm whether there is any problem with the painting."

"Yes."

The two guards nodded, helped Harold, who was kneeling on the ground, up, and led him out of the reception room.

Only Charles and Tara were left in the empty living room, and the atmosphere fell into a brief stagnation.

After a few seconds, Charles slowly turned his head to look in Tara's direction, stared at her, and said, "Tara."

"Lord Ciel."

Tara bowed her head slightly, ready to listen to Charles' words.

"You seem... a little lively tonight."

Charles looked at Tara's lowered head with a half-smile on his face.

Without even saying a word, Tara went straight past him and started arranging the next things... Would the Tara of the past do this?

"system."

Charles spoke silently in his heart.

The system in the simulation has almost no function other than opening the warehouse and checking the time.

But it can be opened, that's the function of the system.

At this moment, in front of Charles, after she called the system in her heart, there was no change - there was nothing in front of her.

Even a "dream stealer" can't invent something he doesn't understand at all?

In Charles' mind, the seemingly solid chain of evidence collapsed in an instant, and completely leaned towards the possibility of "supernatural beings manipulating it behind the scenes."

Was he influenced by the Dream Stealer? When?

When my pure body first entered the simulation, it was definitely not affected by anything.

Even until he shot Opold, he did not enter the dream state - because even if it was a dream of a "dream stealer", there was no way to fabricate the fact that Charles used the "Super Limit Gear".

Closing his eyes and recalling the ability he had displayed, Charles slowly raised his hand and spoke directly: "'Fatal Blood Roland'."

A silver light flashed in her hand, and a gun blade appeared in front of her. The silver gun body was wrapped in hard ebony, and the red romandel pattern engraved on it was shining.

This sealed object, which had been overloaded by the "Super Limit Gear" and should have been in a damaged state, appeared in Charles' hands, intact and without any influence from the "uniqueness".

Before firing, I wasn't affected at all, and my "uniqueness" wasn't revealed at all...

But there are only four people who witnessed this scene and are still alive.

Isabella, Ulysse, Tara, Goodwin.

"Ritual carving knife."

Charles continued.

A flash of silver light passed by, and a ritual carving knife appeared in Charles's hand. She looked at this thing that could never appear in her warehouse, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly as she laughed out loud.

Ulysse, Tara.

There were only two people left who had seen him use a carving knife and were still alive.

Is Julis hiding? Or is Tara betraying?

No, Tara was unlikely to betray, and since Julis knew the "secret code" between them, it was unlikely that she would hide it.

Was Tara affected by the Dream Stealer? How? When?

But it doesn’t matter anymore - I have been affected by the “Dream Stealer”, and what I have to consider now is how to break out of this dream.

She seemed to be trying very hard to guide me to look at those paintings... Were they the work of the "Blood Painter"? What would happen if I saw those paintings in my dream?

Is there more than one extraordinary person behind this?

Charles held the ceremonial knife in reverse and stabbed it directly into Tara's chest.

With such a quick movement, Tara subconsciously took half a step back. Her half-step back action actually made Charles speed up the stabbing speed of the dagger in his hand.

laugh--

The sharp ritual knife pierced Tara's chest and went straight through her heart. Warm blood spurted out and splashed onto Charles' right hand.

The real Tara wouldn't back off when he stabbed her... This "dream thief" still didn't know enough about Tara.

They could have kept deceiving themselves like this, completely unaware, but why did they become so anxious when they arrived at the manor?

Is it because I asked about the "instigator" in the carriage?

"Ahem... Ciel... Sir?"

Tara covered the dagger in her chest and looked towards Charles in disbelief. A mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth. She staggered and fell to the ground, muttering, "Why..."

Ciel smiled and nodded towards Tara, saying, "Your line should be, 'It is my pleasure, Lord Ciel'."

Charles stood up, stepped over Tara who was still twitching in pain on the ground, and walked towards the door of the meeting room.

Tara, who was still twitching, stopped twitching strangely. She looked at Charles who was walking towards the door, with a hint of confusion in her pupils.

Charles walked to the door, reached out to the waist of the guard beside him, and pulled out his revolver.

At this time, an archbishop and Baron Harold were walking down the stairs. Behind them, two guards were carrying a huge picture frame covered with rags and following closely behind them.

Charles didn't hesitate. He raised his hand, put the muzzle of the gun to his forehead and pulled the trigger.

boom--!

First there was a burning sensation, and then a familiar sharp pain came from the direction of her temple. Almost in an instant, her eyes fell into darkness.

Around her, all the scenes were distorted, and the whole world began to shake and tear apart.

Tick, tick, tick...

Ciel slowly opened his eyes.

In front of me is the familiar system interface, showing the current time.

The sound of raindrops hitting the car window outside was crisp and pleasant, and Tara, who was in front of Charles, was leaning on the seat with her eyes closed, a dull smile on her face, and muttering something.

"Master Ciel...is this...okay?"

"I'm going to the Kingdom of God..."

"I'm willing... hehe..."

"The child is called..."

What kind of dream has she entered into?

Charles frowned slightly, raised his hand, gently patted Tara's face, and said, "Wake up, wake up, Tara."