Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Joyful meeting...

There is no rush to keep the "butcher" archive.

Because she has completed the "Butcher" reappearance ritual, if she wants this save file, she only needs to enter the simulation and drink the potion again. It is not necessary to keep the save file at this time.

Now, the simplest and most extreme method is what Charles just thought of.

Using "Over-Limit Gear" to overload "Transmutation of Broken Coins" and "Eye of Death" also has a high probability of achieving Charles' goal.

However, without the "Contaminated Touch of Treason" feather pen as the point to move the fate line, Charles may not be able to control what kind of good luck or bad luck is coming.

The overloaded quill can manipulate the thread of fate and summon meteorites that do not exist at this point in time, but without the influence of the quill, Ciel is still unclear about how things will develop.

Now Charles already felt a little regretful for leaving the dream created by the "Dream Thief" so quickly after he saw through the dream.

If she deliberately cooperated and allowed the "Dream Stealer" to distort her thoughts, or even directly invaded Charles' consciousness and let him see the knowledge and "uniqueness" gears blocked in her mind, the other party would probably fall into madness.

She missed an opportunity.

Fortunately, this is just a simulation of the future, which gives her plenty of room for trial and error.

Just make a good summary and don’t make the same mistake next time.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

There was a knock on the door, and with Charles' response, the wooden door opened. Tara walked into the meeting room holding the tray that was used to hold potions and placed the tray in front of Charles.

On the tray was a rusty coin and a sapphire eyeball, both of which were familiar to Ciel.

Ciel fixed his eyes on the rusty coin.

"Lucky Coin", the system name is "Transforming Broken Coin", in reality, this coin is still in Lucy's hands.

Now, rather than throwing two sides of good luck, Charles is more likely to throw two sides of bad luck.

Ciel had never experienced the effect of twice as good luck, but she knew very well what twice as bad luck felt like.

She had previously thrown a double whammy of misfortune, quadrupling the bad luck she had inflicted upon herself with her overloaded quill, bringing on thunderstorms, fire tornadoes, and meteorites.

Now, if we directly exceed the limit of the coin and can turn over two sides to reveal misfortune, the effect should be similar to that of the meteorite, but I don’t know how it will manifest specifically.

Ciel raised her hand, a silver-white light flashed, and the "Echo of the Silver Timebinder" appeared in her hand.

She opened the dial and directly turned the silver gear in the center. With a crisp "click" sound, the coin in front of Charles' eyes changed.

click-

The coin's originally rust-red surface suddenly cracked, and fine cracks almost covered the entire coin.

Pure silver light bloomed in those tiny gaps, flashing with a specific rhythm - like a bomb that was compressed to the extreme and about to explode.

As the coin shattered, an aura far stronger than the coin itself surged out from it. Tara, who was standing by and watching everything, even stopped breathing slightly.

No matter how many times she sees it, she is still shocked.

As a high-ranking member of the Holy Advent Church, she had seen quite a few seals, but she had never seen anyone who could enhance a seal and use it in this way.

As expected of the Mother Goddess.

Thinking of this, Tara's gaze slowly moved away from the coin seal and looked at Charles' face.

At this moment, Charles's expression was calm, and she reached out and touched the coin.

As she held the coin in her hand, it seemed to have life and gently vibrated in Ciel's hand, making a subtle humming sound. She felt a sense of familiarity with the coin.

This sense of intimacy does not come from the coin itself, but from the power that overloads the coin.

Ding--

Ciel clenched his right fist around the coin, exerted force with his thumb, and flicked it up slightly.

The rusty coin spun and turned in the air with a silver light, and finally landed steadily on the table.

The eyeball angel looks up at the sky, and silver cracks seem to form blood vessels and patterns on its eyeballs and wings, giving this strange carving a somewhat sacred glow.

Positive...

Charles didn't feel much emotion because there was still one more throw to go.

If the next roll is tails, the two effects will cancel each other out, equivalent to nothing happening, thus making Charles lose the trump card that can search the opponent within 17 hours.

Ding--

Ciel picked up the coin and flicked it into the air again.

This time, the coin rolled and bounced directly to the ground after hitting the table, making a few crisp knocks and suddenly shattered. In the last moment before the shattering, the eye angel with silver light was looking at Charles above its head.

Two heads...

This is already a very good sign, Charles is very lucky.

But she had never experienced landing heads on both throws before. Just how good could this so-called good luck be?

Is it possible to run into people from the party right when you go out?

No matter what, since the decision of the coin is a foregone conclusion, we have to act quickly and cannot just sit here and wait for the other party to come to us.

"Tara, take everyone with you, tell them to disguise themselves, and let's go."

Ciel reached out and directly picked up the evil eye seal and put it in his pocket, then walked straight towards the door.

By the time Charles walked out of the hidden farm warehouse, the sky had become completely bright. The early morning sun shone on Charles' face, as if indicating that things would develop in a good direction.

At this time, the other cultists had also disguised themselves as quickly as possible, and each boarded a different carriage and drove out of the farm.

Charles' carriage was replaced with a new one. It looked very simple in appearance, like the type of carriage often used for rental.

"Master Ciel, please get in the car."

Tara opened the door and jumped out of the carriage, turning slightly sideways and speaking to Charles.

After Charles got on the carriage, Tara asked at the door: "Lord Charles, where are we going?"

"Burren City."

After thinking for a moment, Charles said, "Just wander around Burren City and let the others follow from a distance."

It was daytime now, and there would be more pedestrians on the road. If they were to travel in such a large convoy, it would be a bit too conspicuous.

Although she can be high-profile now and no one can stop her, Ciel's personality is such that she doesn't like to be in the sight of too many people.

After saying a few words to the bishop who was disguised as a coachman, Tara returned to the carriage, sat opposite Charles, and reached out to close the door.

The carriage swayed towards the city of Burren and blended in with other freight carriages.

Soon, the carriage entered the city of Burren, crossed the street where the Clock Tower Alley area and the gem processing factory intersected, and headed straight towards the gem district.

Charles, who had been observing out the window, noticed that the deserted factory that he used to like to visit had been bought by someone unknown during the month and construction had resumed. It seemed that the roof had been completed and equipment had begun to be transported inside.

The city of Buren is in a stage of rapid expansion, and the influx of foreign population is gradually increasing. In the future, there may be even more rapid development than this.

If nothing unexpected happens in the future, Avina will be able to make a considerable profit just by relying on the appreciation rate of her land and factories here... Of course, the premise of all this is that the city of Burren can remain stable.

With the current chaotic situation, perhaps few capitalists will be willing to invest money here in the future - they are also afraid that their factories will be burned down, and they are also afraid that they will be hung on street lights.

When passing by the Clock Tower Alley area, Charles saw a lot of troops on patrol. Perhaps because of the previous riots, the troops here began to become active.

Fortunately, Charles' vehicle did not encounter any serious inspection or routine questioning, which may be due to the effect of the coin.

Even the guards on the road would stop and respectfully watch the carriage leave when they saw the coachman and the carriage - they could sense that an important figure of the church was sitting inside, and this was the sense of intimacy brought about by the imprint in their minds.

But at this moment, the horse trotting in front suddenly neighed, and Charles only felt a push on his back, and the entire carriage began to accelerate forward.

Under the sudden acceleration, Tara, who was sitting opposite Charles and whose feet could not touch the floor of the car, fell forward and fell directly on Charles.

The next second, a white shadow emerged from behind Tara. She, holding Charles in her arms, broke through the carriage and stood steadily on the ground. The carriage they had just ridden in crashed directly into a carriage on the opposite side that was also out of control.

A huge crash and the neighing of horses suddenly rang out, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

The bishop disguised as a coachman did not jump out of his carriage when the two horses collided, but instead collided directly with the other carriage. At the same time, a white shadow surged out from his body and covered him, helping him to block these ordinary injuries.

what happened?

With Tara's help, Charles stood up, patted the dust off his hands, and frowned slightly.

Aren't both sides positive? Why did he get into an accident?

The skinny horse with a broken bone was wailing on the ground, and a woman crawled out from the tilted carriage opposite in a panic.

"Sorry...it seems my horse got spooked."

The frail-looking, dusty girl with light brown hair brushed off the dust on herself and looked towards the other carriage, her pupils shrinking slightly.

"Miss, are you okay?"

The driver on the opposite side pushed away the horse that was pressing on him, staggered to the girl's side, and asked, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

Seeing that the girl didn't answer, the driver turned to look in Charles' direction and shouted angrily: "Do you know who you hit? Is it normal to drive a carriage like that?"

Listening to the driver's angry scolding, the light brown-haired girl felt cold sweat running down her back. She quickly stopped the driver who was still on the road, handed him a few gold pounds, and whispered, "Give it to them. This is compensation. Hurry up and pack your things. We are leaving."

"But……"

"go with!"

"Yes, miss..."

The girl looked at the red-haired girl over there looking at her, and had no choice but to smile and nod at her, while in her heart she frantically urged the driver to go over quickly and pay compensation.

She had already seen the white and black shadows surging around her... God knows how many cultists were hiding around!

How could I be so unlucky! I was just gathering for the mission, and I ran into the cult leader in Burren City!

But the cult leader's next move caused the girl with long light brown hair to suffer a cardiac arrest.

She didn't take the gold from the driver. Instead, she walked over to the girl and said softly, "Are you okay? Are you hurt? I'm sorry, it was my men who made the mistake."

The red-haired girl spoke in a soft tone and behaved gracefully, but the shark teeth in her mouth flashed coldly in the sunlight, and one could seem to smell the blood from her mouth.

"No, no, no, it's my fault...it's not your fault, miss."

The light brown-haired girl lowered her head and said sincerely, "Please accept my apology. I have a date with a friend..."

"Are you in a hurry?"

Hearing the cult leader's words, the girl felt relieved. She nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, I need to hurry to keep the appointment."

"That's just in luck. I have a carriage. Why don't I take the young lady there?"

The cult leader's smile widened. "May I ask what your name is?"

"Leticia Bloom..."

She subconsciously opened her mouth and revealed her disguised identity, but the moment she spoke, she immediately regretted it.

A drop of sweat ran down the girl's back.

At this moment, a younger voice, a voice that the girl absolutely did not want to hear, sounded from behind the cult leader.

"That is a lie, Lord Ciel."

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Chapter 152: Try it and you will die.

"That is a lie, Lord Ciel."

After the slow voice sounded, Merritt's eyes dimmed slightly and he slowly lowered his head.

When she looked up at the girl in front of her called Ciel again, she blinked and tears instantly rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

"I've already given you the money. What...what exactly do you want to do?"

Merritt took two steps back while maintaining her weak image. At this time, there were already many people watching around, and even guards.

If they continue to get stuck here, more and more carriages will be unable to pass behind them.

As long as the cult didn't dare to reveal their identities in broad daylight, they wouldn't dare to do anything to him. After all, they didn't know that he was the "dream stealer" from last night, and they definitely didn't know his own identity.

The girl's weak and helpless performance seemed to attract a lot of sympathizers, and the crowd around her began to whisper.

Even Tara, who had been behind Charles just now, felt that they shouldn't stay in this place any longer.

Tara is also an expert at hiding her identity. If she continues to stay here, more and more people will see their faces, which is very disadvantageous for them.

Even if they knew that the girl opposite them had hidden her name, they couldn't do anything... after all, she had only hidden her name.