Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Windsor narrowed his eyes and looked at Charles, inviting him warmly.

As if realizing that he was a little too enthusiastic, Windsor looked in Avina's direction and said, "Avina, come over too? You've been promoted to 'psychologist', right? You can also communicate and learn with the 'newcomers' of the Royal Medical Society."

Windsor now behaves like a warm and cheerful girl who invites friends to her home.

But among those present at the moment, only Charles knew what was going on in Princess Windsor's mind.

"Thank you for the invitation, Your Highness."

Avina seemed to know that Charles would refuse, so she said directly, "But I've been feeling a little unwell recently and need to rest."

Just as Avina was waiting for Charles to refuse, Charles slowly spoke.

"Is this afternoon available, Her Royal Highness Princess Windsor?"

Avina raised her head slightly and looked at Charles in surprise, as if she didn't understand.

But Windsor didn't notice anything unusual. She looked at Charles with a bright smile and said, "Of course, no problem. I have all the time these days... I wonder what time Miss Charles would like to come over?"

"Is 4pm okay, Princess?"

Charles lowered his head slightly and said, "My mental problems... can't be delayed any longer."

"Is it already that serious? Then we really need to find a 'newborn' to take a closer look... It's settled then, 4 p.m."

Windsor stood up, looked back at Avina, and said with a smile, "Waiting for your invitation, Avina... Then I won't disturb your treatment and will go back first."

"By the way, there are too many reporters downstairs, and I don't want any gossip to spread... Avina, can you come down with me?"

The Princess of Windsor made the request.

In the simulation, Avina was exposed by reporters because of the meeting with Windsor, and was exposed to the vision of the nobles of Ansu, big and small.

It’s no wonder that Windsor didn’t care whether Avina invited her or not. It’s very likely that Windsor came just to expose Avina to the public eye.

As long as Avina shows up, her goal will be achieved.

"Ok."

Avina also stood up. She glanced at Charles calmly and said, "Miss Charles, please wait for a moment upstairs."

At this time, Princess Windsor had also walked to the door. She turned her head to look at Charles, smiled and nodded, and said: "See you tomorrow, Miss Charles~"

Charles stood up and bowed slightly, and she didn't sit down again until Charles and Avina left.

The reason why Charles agreed to visit Windsor at 4 pm was because the simulation would end at 6 pm.

If nothing is found out in these ten hours, then in the last two hours, Charles can choose to go directly to Windsor Palace, torture Windsor directly, and pry information out of her.

A mere level 1 "butcher" cannot stop the current Charles.

After waiting for almost half an hour, Avina finally opened the door of the room.

After closing the door, she sat down opposite Charles, picked up her cup and took a sip of the black tea in it, but said nothing.

"What's wrong? Avina."

Noticing that Avina was in a bad mood at the moment, Charles stood up and prepared to sit next to Avina.

But Avina put down the cup and stood up, walked to the desk and sat down, as if she didn't want to pay any attention to Charles at all.

But...if she really didn't want to care, she wouldn't come back to the room.

Looking at Avina's reaction, Charles probably guessed what Avina was upset about. She walked over to Avina and sat directly on her thighs. She stared at Avina with her deep blue eyes and asked, "Are you jealous?"

"No."

Avina said expressionlessly, "Why didn't you tell me you drank the potion?"

When Ciel drank the potion himself in the simulation before, Avina would only be slightly surprised and would not have such a reaction at all... She must be jealous.

Charles leaned forward slightly and whispered in Avina's ear, "Windsor's visit this time was most likely ordered by Qiang Yin. I went there to investigate her secrets... Qiang Yin has devoted a lot of effort to her. It's not like the feelings of an ordinary father for his daughter."

"...I already said I'm not jealous."

Avina was still being stubborn, but her red earlobes betrayed her current mood.

Charles stretched out his right hand and gently smoothed away Avina's black hair that hung on her shoulders, revealing Avina's fair shoulders and delicate collarbones. She slowly lowered her head and nibbled lightly on Avina's shoulder.

"Can you heal me, Miss Avina?"

The one percent of sensibility that is different between a "killer" and a "detective" seems to have been added to the flirting.

Avina felt the warm breath and tingling sensation on her shoulder, and her brain felt a little buzzing.

What's going on... Ciel is sitting on my lap, isn't my position more active...

Just as Avina was hesitating whether to raise her hand to hold Charles' waist, Charles had already stood up and rubbed her head.

"The great 'detective' is going out to gather intelligence. See you tomorrow morning, dear."

205

Chapter 205: The Scream of the Soul Instigation Box.

Ciel's investigation was conducted very conservatively due to the need to keep the "detective" on file.

She didn't even take Amy with her to try to recruit Eleanor as her subordinate - even if these things had to be done, they had to be done on the premise of ensuring survival in the last few hours of the simulation.

The final time of this simulation was booked by the trip to Windsor Palace, so Charles gave up other radical measures.

I don’t know if this has anything to do with the “Detective” potion, but Ciel’s mentality right now is that he would rather do less than make mistakes.

But tonight was not without any gains. At least Charles took a quick stroll around the West District and the East District and learned about some of the people's livelihood and social conditions in Ansu City.

The news of the Queen’s speech today is the most popular news today, and it has also triggered many discussions about Bei Ansu.

When she talked with some civilians in the East District, she received a very consistent voice.

That is the general rejection and disgust towards Bei'an Su and its refugees.

Even without the Great Famine, the people of Bei'ansu would generally be regarded as the lower class of society.

Especially during this great famine, when tens of thousands of refugees flocked southward into major cities, negative prejudices against Bei'ansu became increasingly serious, especially among the middle and lower classes.

The refugees from North Ansu are often considered lazy, dirty and undisciplined, and even considered to be "outsiders" who threaten the Ansu labor market and social order. Almost no one regards them as people from the same country.

In addition, most of the civilians in Ansu City believe in the Church of the God of Order, while the Church of the Goddess of Savior is the main belief of North Ansu. Religious differences have made this discrimination and confrontation even more serious.

In the current Ansu City, the only organization that will provide relief and assistance to the refugees of North Ansu is the Savior Goddess Cult.

Some Anzu nobles and the Church of Order held charitable activities full of messianic plots, but the people they helped only accounted for a small part of the refugees, and the main purpose was publicity.

The most important thing is that the vast majority of Bei'ansu people support Orlando's restoration and independence, which makes the contradiction increasingly obvious.

In the worst slums in the East District, Charles saw the Bei'ansu refugees, who were even worse than rats, fighting over a moldy potato.

Some refugees from Bei'ansu have even begun to band together to form small-scale gangs and criminal organizations - these are unavoidable.

Previously, Charles had always thought about the issues between Ansu and Bei'ansu with a modern mindset, so he felt that Qiangyin's approach of eradicating the nobles of Bei'ansu was cruel, and that it would lose the support of the people if it were exposed. He also felt that Adele and Amy's desire to help the people of Bei'ansu was normal.

But judging from the current social sentiment, if Qiang Yin's move were really exposed, it would actually win the support of the vast majority of Ansu people.

What a magical world.

Late at night, Charles stood on the street, dirty raindrops falling before his eyes, and the original smell of coal smoke and metal was replaced by the smell of sulfur mixed with dust and rotten sewage.

As night fell, she attracted many greedy gazes. There were not many laws that could restrain the Holy Church District, a land where crime was easily bred. She quickened her pace with Tara and left.

After arriving at a deserted alley, Charles took a deep breath and began to recite quickly in Chinese.

"one two three four five six seven eight……"

She looked at the system time in front of her and whispered a single number in Chinese, repeating from 1 to 10 continuously, without being bothered by the fact that Tara was behind her.

Can you say almost 10 rounds of 9 to 1 in 10 seconds?

There was a flash of silver in Charles's hand, and a box with a crack appeared in her hand.

[Soul Instigation Box]

In this clueless situation, it might give me some clues.

I just don't know if repeating Chinese numbers in a loop will be counted as vocabulary by this sealed object. To be on the safe side, Charles decided to use Ansu language, which shouldn't be much slower.

Speaking 30 words in 90 seconds is quite easy - as long as you know the rule in advance.

Ciel muttered some meaningless words to himself as he slowly and lightly stroked the crack with his thumb.

A drop of blood dripped down the crack.

As Charles chanted in a low voice, the black box in his hand began to vibrate rapidly. After about ten seconds, the crack in the black box slowly opened up, and a sharp and piercing sound exploded from inside.

"Hahahahaha! Windsor! Fresh and delicious brains! Hahahaha!!!"

Sharp explosions and evil laughter resounded through the night sky. In an instant, silver light flashed in Charles's hand, and the Soul Instigation Box returned to Charles' system warehouse.

"Damn it... Tara, let's go."

Ciel cursed and quickly trotted out of the alley with Tara.

The screams of the Soul Instigation Box attracted a lot of curses. The lights in the nearby houses gradually lit up. Many people opened the windows and looked towards the alley, but they did not see any figure.

Turning this thing on is like having a call on your phone during an important meeting and playing a two-dimensional song at full volume, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

It was not until he returned to the West District that Charles' pace gradually slowed down.

Fortunately, this thing is not opened in the West District... It's too bad...

I thought it was a reminder in my head, but it turned out to be a small speaker at full volume...

But what it said...

Windsor's brain?

What kind of hint is this?

However, Charles himself planned to visit Windsor tomorrow. If he couldn't get anything out of Windsor by torture, he might even execute Windsor... It wouldn't be difficult for Charles to take a look at her brain at the same time.

To be on the safe side, we can only go to Windsor Palace tomorrow and think of a way to get some information from Windsor.

In the following time, Charles chose to return to the hotel, but before she went back, she gave Tara a small task.

That is to send an anonymous letter of complaint, directly reporting one of the members of the West District Chaos Squadron to the police investigation team.

She wanted to see how the Russell family and the royal family would react, and then try to see if the people who reported in this simulation would also be arrested in reality.

At the same time, Ciel also wanted to know whether the capture of Chaos Squadron would affect Tara as a contact.

After all, Tara and Charles are very closely connected. If Tara is involved, Charles will definitely be found out.

——This is also a small test, also for the sake of stability.

At about four o'clock in the morning, Tara sent a message to Charles that the member of the Pleasure Club, "Blood Painter" Pickman, had been arrested.

He was considered the easiest member of Chaos Squadron to capture, and Charles chose him as the target because he was afraid that Qiang Yin would not capture the right person or that he would let him escape.

If nothing unexpected happens, before Charles goes to find Windsor, Qiangyin's people should be able to pry information about other members of Chaos Squadron from Pickman. It depends on whether he can find Tara.

At noon, Charles went to the hotel to have lunch with Avina. At 3:30 in the afternoon, Charles took Tara and went directly to Windsor Palace.

However, before leaving the hotel, Avina forced the "Substitute Hallows" pendant onto Charles. Avina did not know Windsor's character at the moment, but her intuition told her that she had to give this thing to Charles.

By the time Charles, wearing the uniform of the Deton Group, arrived at Windsor Palace, it was almost 3:50 in the afternoon, which was a little early, but arriving early for an appointment was common practice and did not have any impact.

The guards at the palace gate seemed to have known in advance that Charles was going to visit. When they saw a member of the Deton Group coming to the door with a maid, they did not stop her at all. They just confirmed Charles' identity and let the maid take her into the palace.

"Miss Charles, please wait a moment. I will go and inform Her Royal Highness the Princess."

The maid took Charles to the reception room, poured her a cup of black tea, and then left the reception room to inform the princess.

After waiting for a few minutes, with the sound of footsteps, Windsor appeared at the door of the living room.

Charles stood up, bowed his head slightly, and said, "Her Royal Highness Princess Windsor."

"Don't be so distant, Miss Charles... Can I just call you Charles? You can just call me Windsor."

Windsor, wearing an exquisite pale yellow dress, smiled and responded, "Please take a seat."

At this time, Windsor was wearing light yellow silk long gloves. He picked up the cup of black tea in front of him, took a sip, and started chatting with Charles.

Windsor was just asking about some of Charles' work, showing great interest in the daily work of the employees of the Deton Group.

Fortunately, Charles was quite familiar with the Deton Manor in Burren City. He told Windsor some interesting stories about the casino or some special gambling games, which helped him to fool Windsor's questions.

At this time, Charles was planning how to take Windsor to a quiet place where there was no one.