Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

"Will it be hard? Now."

Avina looked at Charles, who sat up with a dazed look in his eyes, and asked.

"No, I just woke up and my concentration is a little off."

Ciel rubbed his temple and said, "Just get some more rest tonight."

"Shall we eat something first?"

Avina asked softly.

Charles didn't eat anything at noon, just ate a little symbolically to fill her stomach. In this situation, she must be starving.

"Ah."

Ciel nodded.

Avina stood up and walked to the door, opened it, and said to Tara at the door: "Go ask the kitchen to send dinner over, Tara."

"Okay, Miss Avina."

Tara bowed slightly, then walked quickly towards the stairs. There was a hotel waiter there, and she could directly tell him to do something.

When Avina returned to the room again, Charles had already turned on the lights in the hotel. She sat on the sofa, looked up in Avina's direction, and asked: "Avina, do you still remember Isabella?"

"Isabella? I know her."

Avina sat next to Charles.

"How much do you know about her father, Edward?"

Charles continued to ask.

"I've never met him formally, but I saw him at a party my father hosted when I was very young. He was an ordinary middle-aged man who ran a money laundering business that didn't involve anything extraordinary."

Avina recalled the man who was servile to her father in her memory, and quickly summarized her impression of Edward.

“Is this another issue related to this incident?”

After answering, Avina asked.

"Yes."

Ciel nodded, "I doubt he'll be connected to Joy."

"The Joy Club..."

Is this another new piece of information?

Avina looked at Charles with a puzzled expression.

How did Ciel gather so much information without leaving his house?

It was most likely that when she was leaving, someone from the organization behind Charles came to deliver information to her. Tara was also a member of that organization, so it was very convenient for her to help receive the information at the door.

Charles didn't hide anything from Avina and said directly, "He's most likely the person the escaped Fred was sending the message to. He has information that the actual author of the paper is Adele."

"This……"

Avina's eyes widened slightly, realizing the seriousness of the problem.

If this is true, then they are equivalent to having a handle in the hands of others, and whether to expose it or not is just a matter of a word from others... This will put them in a passive position.

Looking at Charles who was thinking beside her, Avina thought quickly in her mind. Soon, she asked tentatively: "You asked about Edward's situation because you want to know his location?"

"Yes."

Charles looked up at Avina. She was also very good to Archie. What would Avina do?

"I can prepare a housewarming party in advance and lure him to the party. He's someone who really wants to curry favor with the rich and powerful... or rather, the 'personality' he displays is one that he's extremely fond of currying favor with the rich and powerful."

Avina continued, "If I extend an invitation, he will definitely come."

Oh?

This method can indeed quickly lure Edward out, and then let the simulated self take action to measure the other party's information, and it does not have much impact on reality.

Anyway, there will definitely be many members of the God of Order coming to the banquet on the day, so it doesn’t matter if one more person from the Joy Club comes.

"We need to invite one more person...but I'll tell you her name later."

Ciel didn't reveal the name directly.

She wanted to invite Eleanor, and before that, she would contact Eleanor in advance and let her accept the ideas of the Holy Advent Sect.

Lucy will also be present at the banquet. Let Lucy teach some of her confidants, and let Tara invite some students of higher status...

As more and more extraordinary people were invited, Charles could easily turn this dinner into an extraordinary banquet - and it was his own home court.

The Church of the God of Order wanted to use this banquet to do something, and so did Ciel.

Although this banquet cannot help Avina expand her network of contacts among the nobles, it can allow Avina to demonstrate her connections in the extraordinary field... It will also be helpful for what Avina wants to do next.

A plan centered around the banquet began to form in Charles' mind.

PS:

224 (overdue) - 1 (additional) = 223 (overdue)

I am a small fish I am a small fish I am a small fish I am a small fish.

I made another promise without guitar, I will definitely make up for it tomorrow.

Good night! !

213

Chapter 213: Relaxation that I haven’t felt in a long time.

For dinner, Charles simply ate some of the food that was served. Although it was called simple, he actually finished all the food that was served.

After giving Lucy some suggestions, the food delivered now has changed a lot. It seems that the chef has made some adjustments to the food according to Ciel's taste.

After eating, Charles felt that the dizziness was slightly relieved. The food replenished Charles's physical strength very well, allowing her to focus on mental recovery.

Avina watched Charles wolfing down his food from the side. Seeing him slumped in satisfaction beside the chair, Avina unconsciously smiled.

When you see the person you like eating and drinking to their heart's content and showing a satisfied expression, you will also feel healed.

After resting for a while, Charles opened his eyes, looked at Avina who was sitting opposite him, and asked, "Avina, I have something I want to discuss with you."

Charles's dinner plan requires Avina's cooperation and assistance, so he must discuss it with Avina in advance.

Avina rested her right elbow on the table, supporting her face with the base of her palm. She slowly put away the smile on her face and asked expressionlessly, "What about the banquet?"

"Yes."

Ciel nodded.

"Are you anxious?"

Avina continued to ask.

Charles was slightly stunned.

This matter is not urgent. She must rest today. She can even let her simulated self and Avina draw up the plan. She just needs to see the results.

"It's not urgent..."

Charles noticed that Avina's mood had cooled down a little, and his tone began to sound uncertain.

"Then just get some rest tonight, okay?"

Avina tried to soften her words, but still revealed an undeniable feeling, "Your spirit can no longer withstand your torment."

"it is good."

Ciel nodded.

She herself knew that she had been pushing herself too hard during this period, and she wished she could split the day into several parts - and Charles did split it into several parts.

"Let's go take a bath first. I've worked up a sweat..."

Avina stood up and walked towards the door, saying casually, "I'll have someone clean up this place."

"Do you want to come along?"

"I've already washed it."

It was not until Avina left that Charles looked at the mess on the dining table and felt a little emotional.

In the past few years, she was still studying, cooking, cleaning, and trying to live a poor life every day. But now, she seemed to have lost the ability to take care of herself in an instant, and no longer had much desire or energy to clean up after herself.

Does this count as going from frugality to luxury?

Charles asked Tara to take his change of clothes and walked towards the bathhouse in the hotel. Although there was a copper bathtub in the room, it would take a lot of time to prepare it because there was no water heater or anything like that.

Moreover, Lucy specially arranged a bathing area for Ciel and the others to use only, so there was no need to worry about being disturbed by others. It was like taking a hot spring bath.

After entering the bathhouse and passing through the archway covered by several curtains, Charles felt the steam blowing towards him.

The humid air and golden decorations together maintain the luxury here. The soft light is reflected on every tile inlaid with exquisite patterns. Looking towards the center, the bathtub stands quietly in the middle, the water surface is like a mirror, and the water waves have not moved, as if waiting for Charles to disturb it.

The huge bathhouse was empty.

Charles took off his shoes and walked barefoot on the smooth marble floor. He walked to the bench next to the bathtub, took off his clothes, and prepared to wash his hair and body with soap.

"Xia... Sir Xiaer..."

Tara, who had been following behind Charles, looked at his back and felt her brain was as drowsy as if she had been poisoned. She stumbled and said, "I, I, I... I can help you rub your back, wash your hair, and massage..."

I don't know why, but I can hear a strong desire in her tone.

Ciel also wanted to save some time. After thinking for a moment, she said, "No need for anything else. Just wash my hair for me. Thank you."

Charles sat on a low stool beside the bathtub, put all his hair behind his back, then picked up the soap beside him and began to wash himself.

Tara, who was standing behind Charles, stood there for a while to calm her breathing, then tremblingly took off her clothes until only her petticoat was left. Then she picked up the brush and soap beside her, knelt behind Charles, and gently held her hair.

Sir Ciel's hair...smells so good...

No no no, Tara, what are you thinking! What you need to do now is to help the Mother Goddess clean her hair!

She picked up the wooden ladle and scooped up water, slowly wetting Charles's soft red hair. The wet long hair stuck to Charles's fair skin. Whenever Tara played with her hair, her fingers would inevitably touch Charles's soft skin.

It was such a simple action, but Tara almost knocked over the wooden ladle several times. She didn't know if it was because of the moisture on the side or for some other reason, but Tara's face was already red as if she had a high fever.

Tara's hands were shaking almost the whole time. She held Charles' hair in her hands as if on a pilgrimage, rubbing it with soap, and she was even reluctant to use a wooden brush.

Tap, tap—

It was not until she heard footsteps in the distance that Tara suddenly woke up, quickly returned to normal, and secretly glanced at the side profile.

Charles also heard the footsteps. She turned around and saw Avina, who was wearing a bathrobe, walking towards her. Her long black hair was tied up and pinned up on top of her head with hairpins and a bun, making it stand high.

Didn't she say she had already washed it?

Avina did not look at or greet Charles, and I wonder if it was because Tara was there.

She walked to the edge of the bathtub, and the long silk dress slid down her shoulders directly to the ground. Avina slowly raised her legs, stepped into the bathtub, and sat directly in it. Charles could only see Avina's red earlobes.

Tara seemed to realize something and quickened her movements. After about ten minutes, she finally washed Charles' hair. After wiping it lightly with a towel and wrapping Charles up, she picked up her clothes and stood up.

"Master Ciel, I'm done washing. I'll be waiting for you outside. If you need anything, just call me."

Tara quickly put on her maid's skirt, bowed slightly in Charles' direction, walked out of the private bath quickly, and waited behind the curtain of the archway.

After Charles washed off the foam on his body with a wooden bucket, he walked into the bathtub and sat directly next to Avina.

"Didn't you say you washed it?"

Charles looked at Avina beside him.

Avina simply lowered her body slightly, with almost half of her face submerged in the bathtub. She didn't speak, nor did she look at Charles.

Uh?

Charles had never encountered a situation where Avina didn't reply before. She thought about it and roughly understood the reason.

Avina had just healed her spirit today, and this also polluted Avina's spirit, but Charles did not listen to Avina's advice to have a good rest, but instead went to conduct another simulation.

And just now, after saying that he would take a rest tonight, the first thing he did after dinner was to talk to Avina about the incident...

Put yourself in her shoes. If you were to watch Avina's spirit weaken day by day and she refused to listen to advice, Charles might not be angry. He might take more radical measures to restrict Avina, or simply help her finish what she needs to do in advance.

"I'm sorry, Avina, for making you worry."