Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

"Okay, Miss Charles, Miss Avina, please come this way."

Isabella breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Ciel's answer.

Miss Charles is still gentler... Miss Avina had a blank expression on her face almost the entire time, making it hard to tell what was going on in her mind, or whether she was satisfied with her own words.

On the contrary, the kind Miss Charles would often respond to me with a smile, so that I wouldn't be too embarrassed or awkward. Moreover, Miss Charles' smile was very contagious, and it seemed that seeing her smile could make me feel a lot more at ease.

What she didn't know was that the reason why Avina didn't show any expression was because she was a little nervous at the moment. Whenever she was nervous, she would tend to tense her emotions and face.

Isabella walked in front, introducing the paintings and classical sculptures inside to the two of them. Charles walked side by side with Avina, while Tara and Nia followed behind them.

Charles seemed to notice the tension in Avina's body - after all, this time they were facing a Level 3 "Source of Cholera", not a business confrontation, but a real battle between extraordinary people. It was natural for Avina to be nervous.

Charles walked beside Avina, leaned slightly towards her, and bumped her with his shoulder.

The slight collision of bodies made Avina calm down. She turned her head slightly to look in the direction of Charles. When she saw Charles' gentle gaze and smile, Avina's tension gradually eased.

She took a deep breath, withdrew her gaze from Charles, looked at Isabella's back and said, "When I came here before, it seemed that this painting was not placed here."

Isabella, who was walking in front, turned around and looked in the direction Avina pointed, and responded with a smile: "Yes, what was placed here before was..."

The originally awkward atmosphere disappeared, and now no matter who looked over here, they would immediately feel that these were three young ladies who had a very good relationship with each other.

The few people who recognized Avina were polite and did not come over to disturb her. They just nodded to each other when their eyes met.

Isabella didn't waste too much time. She knew that the two of them came here to find the great painter Pickman. After taking Charles and the others on a brief tour on the first floor, she took Charles and Avina to the third floor.

When passing by Edward Stuart's office on the third floor, Isabella stopped, opened the door and took a look inside.

She intended to let Avina meet her father, but unfortunately her father was not in the office.

Isabella closed the door somewhat disappointedly and brought the two of them to Pickman's private studio.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

Isabella knocked on the door gently, and Pickman's questioning voice soon came from inside.

"Who?"

The voice sounded a little short and flustered. Isabella replied at the door: "Mr. Pickman, there is a lady who admires your paintings and wants to visit you."

"Please wait."

The rustling sound of dressing came from inside. Although Isabella couldn't hear it, Charles and Avina, whose hearing was more sensitive than that of ordinary people, could not be hidden from them.

They looked at each other and tacitly looked away, pretending to look at the surrounding scenery.

This carpet is really a carpet.

Soon, footsteps were heard from inside, the door was opened, and Pickman's figure appeared at the door.

He was slightly stunned when he saw Avina and Charles at the door, especially when his eyes fell on Charles' face, he felt an indescribable palpitation.

At this time, Charles was not looking at Pickman, but was focusing on the woman in the studio who was standing behind the drawing board with her back to everyone and tidying up her clothes.

Mond...

A faint smile appeared on Charles' lips, and he then turned his gaze to Pickman in front of him.

Pickman, who was being stared at directly, saw the sweat he had just wiped off his forehead seep out again. His lips trembled and he subconsciously took two steps back.

As Charles watched, those imagined scenes of flesh and blood seemed to reappear in his mind, and different illusions seemed to appear before his irises, and all the painstakingly mixed scarlet pigments screamed and self-immolated on his retina.

He seemed to see his spine emerging from the back of his neck, transforming into a growing birch tree of flesh and blood, each twisted branch outlining a horrific death scene. His potion was boiling, and the spirits were screaming and yelling at him to escape.

Now that everyone is here... let's get started.

Charles blinked lightly, and the second hand of the silver dial on his right eye ticked away. Charles spoke silently in his heart.

"No. 1."

"'Disruptor.'"

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[Countdown - 00:29:29]

The silver dial shattered in Charles' eyes and turned pink. The pink tentacles twisted violently deep in his pupils, as if trying to drill out of his eyeballs.

All the illusions in Pickman's eyes disappeared, as if in an instant, the girl in front of him who had originally given him a great sense of oppression turned into a completely ordinary person.

"Hello, Mr. Pickman."

Avina's voice sounded beside her.

When Pickman turned his head woodenly, his eyes met a pair of strange pupils with a purple halo.

At this moment, Pickman's mind seemed to be completely calm. He didn't even think about what had just happened - if it weren't for the sweat beads on his face, there would be nothing to prove what he had just seen.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Avina Russell."

Avina nodded slightly. She did not notice the changes in Charles beside her. She was just helping Charles control Pickman, who seemed to have discovered something.

"My name is... Pickman,"

Pickman spoke slowly. He turned sideways blankly and said, "Please come in..."

At this moment, Mond, who had finally put her clothes in order, took a deep breath. A faint smile appeared on her face, and she turned her head to look at the people at the door...

Then the pupil contracts directly.

In her sight, three girls were standing at the door, talking to Pickman, and Pickman seemed to be completely relaxed, taking them to see his own paintings hanging on the wall.

And a girl who looked almost the same as the red-haired girl among the three girls, but whose eyes were filled with terrifying black holes, just stood quietly at the door, staring at her - it seemed as if the others were completely unaware of the existence of this terrifying girl.

The poisonous flies flashed a red light and drilled in and out of the holes. The girl just stared at Mond, tilting her head slightly.

It's the "poison maker" route...

Before Mond's brain could react, almost in the next second, the girl who was originally standing at the door suddenly appeared in front of Mond, grabbing her head tightly with both hands. The scarlet insects in those holes seemed to form blood-colored insect compound eyes, staring straight into Mond's eyes.

Terrifying spiritual alarms and screams exploded in Mond's mind. Mond, who had just been immersed in joy and even the effects of the drug had not yet worn off, was almost stunned by this sudden change.

She screamed, stepped back in panic and fell to the ground, but the insects in the girl's eyes continued to fly out and drill into her body through her pupils, nostrils, mouth, and ears. For a moment, her mental strength was unable to control the potion and she almost lost control.

thump—

The noise over there attracted the attention of others present.

Isabella looked at the noble woman who suddenly fell behind the drawing board, exclaimed, and wanted to go over to check what was going on.

This is her family's property, and she can't let any accidents happen to the nobles here, especially the great nobles of the Devoe Federation.

But she was stopped by a hand.

Charles looked at Isabella who turned around and said with a smile: "It's okay... Avina, go and see what happened to her?"

Is this the Mond? Level 3? Why did she suddenly collapse?

After hearing Charles' words, Avina, who was originally a little nervous, no longer cared about her nervousness and walked directly towards the fallen Mond.

She didn't even consider whether there would be any danger in walking over, she just subconsciously followed Charles' words.

This is an opportunity...

Avina half-knelt beside Mond, quickly raised her hand, placed it in front of her eyes, and closed her own eyes at the same time.

"Ok?"

Avina made a puzzled sound.

Just in that brief moment, Mond was actually dragged into a dream?

The "disruptor"!

The helper that Charles mentioned took action when they were unaware!

Charles had already told Avina about the memories that needed to be implanted and modified before coming. Mond's mind was now in an extremely fragile and defenseless state, and Avina could invade and modify it at will.

Without much hesitation, Avina's body softened and she collapsed to the ground, and her spirit penetrated directly into Mond's subconscious.

While Avina was working, Charles kept his eyes on Isabella and Pickman in front of him.

"Pickman, Isabella."

Ciel gave the two of them a faint smile and said softly, "Look at me."

clatter--

A snap of fingers.

Isabella and Pickman froze in place at the same time, lost in a dream.

Charles glanced around, looked at the people standing still in the studio, and sighed softly.

"Ah...boring."

The ambush of the "Subverter" is just like this, plain and simple, not to mention the help of the "Nemesis". As long as the opponent does not know that they will be attacked in advance and the nemesis has been overtaken in advance, their spirit will inevitably be crushed in an instant and they will not be able to recover in a short time.

Before the opponent recovers, let Avina directly invade the opponent's weak and defenseless mind and tamper with the memory... This combination of skills cannot be defended by ordinary level 3.

However... the "skin" of "Plague Bringer" Charles was too useful before. It was very scary when combined with Nemesis, and it could break through the opponent's mental defense with the greatest efficiency.

There are only twenty minutes left, and there's nothing much I can do...

It's really boring...

Charles paced in the studio, then walked to the canvas, drawing something with charcoal while silently waiting for time to pass.

Time passed minute by minute, until twenty minutes later, the sleeping Avina slowly opened her eyes and tried to stand up.

A pair of hands directly supported Avina's shoulders, slowly lifted her up, and let her lean on him while she was still a little dazed.

"Done?"

Charles' voice sounded from behind, but Avina no longer had the strength to respond and just nodded.

Charles was behind Avina, gently hugging her, resting his chin on her shoulder, looking at the three people in front of him who were still sleeping soundly.

Under Charles's control, Mond slowly stood up, Pickman walked stiffly to the drawing board and sat down, while Isabella stood behind Pickman.

"You feel better?"

Charles asked softly in Avina's ear.

"much better……"

Avina stood firm and looked at everything in front of her with some confusion.

clatter--

Charles crossed his index and middle fingers on his right hand and snapped his fingers crisply.

"Hmm... yes, Miss Charles is very talented in painting."

Sitting in front of the drawing board, Pickman's eyes seemed to have regained their focus. He just stared at the canvas in front of him and nodded, then turned the canvas towards the model standing nearby. "Ms. Mond, please take a look at the sketch Charles drew for you."

"Great, Charles, Mr. Pickman approved of your painting."

Isabella turned around and looked at Charles with a smile, seemingly unaware that they had just woken up from a dream.

Only Mond, who was standing there, turned his head stiffly and looked in the direction of Charles.

The organization’s...high-level officials have arrived.

My code name is...

Keyman...

I must cooperate with the organization's work... and present myself well in front of Master Ciel...

“The foundation is very good…”

Mond rubbed his slightly painful temple, walked towards Pickman, stood in front of the canvas, and nodded in approval.

They began to comment on the human body sketch drawn by Charles. Only Avina felt a little chill in her heart when she saw the scene in front of her.

Is this the ability of a "disruptor"...

It's a bit weird indeed...

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Chapter 248 The most difficult question.

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