Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

But Tara was still sleeping, seemingly unaffected. Instead, after Charles patted her a few times, a drop of crystal saliva slid down the corner of Tara's mouth.

Charles opened the door, grabbed Tara's collar and dragged her out. After looking around, the coachman and the bishops following behind did not seem to be affected at all. The place where the carriage stopped was the gate of Manor No. 5.

"Lord Tara..."

A bishop exclaimed when he saw Charles dragging Tara out, but before she could say anything, Charles had already dragged Tara into the manor, and the others hurriedly followed.

It was not until Charles pressed Tara's face into the fountain's reservoir that Tara began to struggle violently, coughing, raising her head, and gradually coming to her senses.

At the same time, inside Manor No. 5, several people were awakened from their sleep. One of them was gasping for breath, holding his chest as if he had been stabbed.

"what's the situation?"

A man in a windbreaker and a mask asked, "Failed?"

"Damn it... this cult leader is a lunatic! He actually shot himself in the ass! Isn't she afraid that this isn't a dream?!"

The woman who was clutching her chest began to curse wildly.

"Shoot yourself?"

After hearing this, the man in the windbreaker became interested. He asked, "Have you ever created a scene like this?"

"Why would I do this scene if I had nothing else to do? Unless she actually shot herself, there's no way she'd wake up. She'd definitely be able to see the painting!"

The woman's breathing gradually calmed down, and it seemed that the phantom pain in her chest had disappeared.

"Where's the other short cultist?"

The man looked at the other woman who had not yet regained consciousness. Seeing that she was still lying there with a flushed face, he shook his head and said, "Carry her on your back. She's not done yet."

"But enough is enough."

The man seemed to have thought of something and grinned. "If they can drag the Holy Advent Sect into the water, after tonight, the city of Burren will be in chaos."

"It's time to go. Ansu will have to send people to round up the cultists later."

"No, what about my art exhibition? Am I the only one who hasn't completed any of the Reappearance Ritual?"

"Then you'll have to ask the boss... or give me another idea? If you can link the Holy Advent Sect with the Savior Goddess Church, maybe the Savior Goddess Church on Ansu's side will explode."

"And the eldest daughter of the Russell family actually has such a close connection with the Holy Advent Sect... Could the Russell family also be..."

"This is fun too..."

They slowly gathered their tools, then all stood together, their tools in hand. A dark curtain slowly descended from the sky, enveloping them all, and their figures vanished from the spot...

……

"Did you find anything?"

Ciel asked, looking at Tara, whose hair was still wet.

"No, they only found two bodies,"

Tara bowed her head respectfully and said beside Charles, "It's the bodies of Baron and Lady Harold. They also left a letter saying they committed suicide out of fear of punishment."

"What's written on it?"

Ciel continued to ask.

"It describes how he made his way from Bei'ansu to Ansu, then built his fortune step by step in Buren City, and then secretly funded the Bei'ansu Republican Brotherhood... That basically defines the entire incident."

Tara spoke.

After finishing speaking, Tara hesitated for a moment, looked at Charles, and asked: "It seems that there are no new clues... What do you need the servants to do next?"

"What did you dream about just now?"

Ciel looked at Tara and asked.

There isn't much useful information in my own dreams... Now I can only start from Tara's dreams and see if I can analyze something.

"I……"

Tara opened her mouth, a blush spreading to her cheeks, she lowered her head and said, "I had a horrible nightmare, Lord Ciel."

"What are the details of the nightmare."

Charles continued to ask.

Tara's face turned red under the continuous questioning.

But she suddenly thought that the Mother Goddess might have known everything a long time ago, and her heart sank.

This is not a question, Mother Goddess is warning me.

"I'm sorry, Master Ciel."

Tara knelt down and said in shame, "I had a blasphemous dream. I deserve to die. My faith is impure... Wuuwuwu, I will never be able to enter the kingdom of God in this lifetime."

As if recalling what happened to her after she blasphemed God, Tara's eyes went dark and she felt like the sky was falling.

"So what exactly is it?"

Charles frowned slightly. Tara always answered every question without hiding anything, but at this critical moment she started to act like a riddler.

Tara raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face. She seemed to have given up and confessed loudly: "I'm sorry, Lord Charles, I shouldn't have had evil thoughts in my dream. I shouldn't have dreamed about you taking a bath. I shouldn't have pressed you into the bathtub. I shouldn't have forced you..."

“Okay, stop, stop, stop—”

Charles directly reached out and covered Tara's mouth with his hand, his face full of black lines.

No, what did you dream about?

You killed the "Dream Stealer" in your dream, right?

"It's just a dream, don't take it seriously."

Ciel shook his head and said comfortingly, "These were done by the Dream Stealer."

It seemed that Tara had not yet realized that the dream she had just had was created by the "Dream Stealer".

Someone like Charles, who can wake up directly from a dream, is an exception.

"You mean..."

"It can now be confirmed that there is more than one person who caused the chaos in Burren City."

Ciel said, "There's at least one 'Dream Stealer' and one 'Blood Painter', but I don't know their specific rank or appearance..."

There are not just one or two people behind this matter... It is most likely a secret organization, and a secret organization that he has never come into contact with.

"Call everyone back and hold a meeting."

Ciel spoke up.

After knowing this information, Charles had to use the knowledge of other extraordinary people from the Holy Advent Sect about extraordinary powers to analyze the strength of the extraordinary person behind this... It would be best to find out which organization this was.

What Charles feared most was a random investigation without any clue, but now, after knowing that there were a few extraordinary people controlling everything behind the scenes, Charles now had a target for investigation.

With a goal, your thinking will be clearer.

Even if they ran away now, it was just a simulation. In the next simulation, she could still find a way to catch them.

It is now basically certain that the grain merchant Balfour is an obvious bait, whose purpose is to lead people who come to investigate to the "answers" they have designed in advance.

If this is really the first time I have encountered such a thing, and I follow Balfour's clue all the way, I will definitely believe in this "result" and "answer".

It's a pity that they met such an unreasonable person like Charles.

"Lord Ciel, there is one more thing..."

As Tara followed Charles downstairs, she said, "Our high-profile move has already attracted the attention of the Holy Advent Sect... I guess someone from the upper echelons will come and hold me accountable soon."

"If you need to continue hiding your identity, I can go back and be punished..."

"Don't worry about them."

Ciel shook his head.

"Just continue to stay by my side."

By the time the accountability people arrived, Ciel would have already left the simulation, and it wasn't something she needed to be concerned about.

But in Tara's eyes, Charles' words were understood in a different way.

Sir Ciel...are you going to protect me?

A warm feeling surged from Tara's heart, which moved her deeply. Charles's already unmatched lofty status in her heart rose a few inches.

When Tara summoned the members of the Holy Advent Sect to return to the temporary underground church, dawn was gradually breaking.

Balfour was over-brainwashed and had a mental breakdown at home, and Baron Harold's body was found in the early morning.

A noble died and a prince's son went missing. Ansu would definitely send people to investigate, and the fact that all the guards had become cultists could not be concealed.

If nothing unexpected happens, this information will be reported to the top management of Ansu within a few days. By then, there will definitely be more powerful forces involved in the incident that broke out in Buren City.

By then, Charles, who had been causing trouble in such a high-profile manner and without any concealment, would definitely be the first to be discovered, and there was a high probability that Avina would be implicated and the Russell family would be dragged into the water as well.

But these are not things that Ciel needs to worry about, because she will leave the simulation in about ten hours.

At this time, Charles was sitting in the corner of the underground conference room, listening to the discussions between these extraordinary people of the Holy Advent Sect.

Tara was presiding over the meeting at the head of the table, while Julis was sitting at the end, listening quietly.

It seemed that Julis had made up her mind and was ready to help Ciel to the end.

Charles secretly kept in mind the bishops' speculations about the forces behind the scenes.

150

Chapter 150 Tara’s QQ space and pleasure party.

伯伦市，爵士桥区5号，8月1日04:31。

"Have you memorized your target information, Merritt?"

A soft male voice sounded, breaking the silence in the manor.

In the collection room of the manor, the huge room is almost filled with various art collections and hunting trophies. One of the picture frames wrapped in silk cloth is placed in the center, which is very conspicuous.

Suddenly, when her name was called, a girl with light brown hair looked up in a panic, looked at the man in the windbreaker, and replied, "Yes... yes, I have memorized it all."

"Mary will help you build your dreams and characters, and then you will maintain them,"

The man reached out and patted the girl's shoulder, asking, "Do you still remember your mission?"

"Yes, I just need to maintain the logical behavior of the dream character and try to delay the archbishop."

Merritt nodded repeatedly.

"You are a talented person. This is your first mission for the organization, so don't be too nervous."

The man was wearing a black mask, making it impossible to see his expression. At this moment, he nodded slightly, as if to give the other party some confidence.

"I understand, I will try my best."

Merritt's cheeks flushed slightly.

At this time, the man had already turned and left. Looking at the man's back, the girl seemed to be a little moved.

A gentle, strong and reliable captain, who wouldn’t be moved when seeing such a man?

"I don't know what's wrong with these cultists. They look like they're going to turn the entire city of Burren upside down... The mission originally scheduled for two weeks later now has to be worked overtime."

On the side, the woman named Mary started to complain.

"Isn't it normal for cultists to go crazy?"

A man with short dark brown hair poked his head out from behind a drawing board and said with a smile, "If they don't go crazy, then what happens next won't be interesting."

"But there has to be a logic to madness,"

Mary frowned slightly. "A miracle? An oracle? They didn't even add fuel to the fire and continue to burn the Savior Goddess. Instead, they jumped out to share the fire."

"What does it matter?"

The painter shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Anyway, in the eyes of those above, there's no difference between the Savior Goddess Cult and the Holy Advent Cult. They're both targets to be suppressed."

"Are they doing this to show goodwill and to unite?"

Mary lowered her head and played with the ball of light in her hand, thinking.

If Charles saw this scene, he would definitely feel familiar with the ball of light in her hand - this was a psychedelic ball of light composed of blue, white and orange, but the blue accounted for a larger proportion.