Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Thinking of Charles's previous inappropriate behavior, Avina felt a little regretful.

It would be better for her to let Nia tie up Charles and keep talking until Charles returned to normal.

But now Avina doesn't know what happened to Charles.

"I won't be polite, Miss Russell. To make a long story short, I'm here this time because of Miss Charles's matter."

Julis said, "You know her, right?"

"Correct."

Avina nodded slightly, "She is my friend."

"She was affected by the potion and the assimilation was very serious."

Julis looked at Avina and said seriously, "I need your help. Ask His Excellency Crown Guard to help me control her."

"The potion got out of control?"

Avina finally couldn't keep her expressionless face any longer, and thought to herself, "As expected."

What Avina was most worried about finally happened.

Charles, who had been examined many times and was obviously just an ordinary person, suddenly became an extraordinary person, and his personality changed drastically.

If only I were a psychiatrist...

The Listener had no way of curing the insanity caused by this potion. Perhaps she should speed up her reappearance ritual.

"You don't seem surprised?"

Julis seemed to sense the other party's emotions and asked.

"Yes, I guessed it."

Avina nodded, took a deep breath, and continued, "After she woke up, she inexplicably became an 'Avenger'. I guess she drank the potion when she returned from Durden Manor yesterday afternoon."

"I haven't seen her hold any resurrection ceremonies in the past few days. She seems to be living a very peaceful life and doesn't seem to have any grudges against anyone... It's okay. We can go find her now and arrange the Avenger's resurrection ceremony for her. There's still a chance."

Avina said, and stood up directly.

She was really a little anxious.

"'the Avengers'?"

Julis' mouth slowly opened wide, and soon, she realized something and said, "Wait, are you saying that she drank the 'Avenger' potion yesterday without any recurrence ritual?"

"Yes, before I left her room yesterday, she still didn't smell like potion..."

Avina wanted to say that she didn't know where Charles got so many "Avenger" potions, but considering that the person sitting opposite her was a member of the Savior Goddess Church, she didn't say anything.

Soon, Avina realized that Julis had been sitting there, and seemed to have no intention of standing up at all.

"What's wrong? High Priest?"

Avina urged, "Where is she now? We have to hurry as fast as possible."

"No, please let me take my time."

Julis raised her hand, interrupting Avina's speech, and said, "Answer me first, did you give her the 'Judge' potion?"

"No, I only keep the 'Inquisitor' potion for my collection and have never given it to anyone."

Avina spoke without hesitation.

He wasn't afraid, but he was mainly worried that Charles would be tracked down and interrogated by the Savior Goddess Church.

"Miss Ciel...drank the 'Avenger' potion."

Julis knew this question would yield no results, so she simply replied, "She just drank the Judge potion."

Avina: "I know she drank some magic... what did you say?! What potion?!"

"I think we should get some more help, Miss Russell."

……

Noisy... too noisy...

Charles walked down the stairs one step at a time and rubbed his temples with his hands.

"Why didn't I think the people at Deton Manor were so noisy before...Does Julis live in this kind of environment every day?"

Charles muttered to himself.

She thought of the blind Julis, who had to endure such black noise every day. How could she persist until now without going crazy?

Ciel now felt that Julis's love of pinching her face back then wasn't that abnormal. In this situation, she needed some special hobbies to prevent herself from breaking down so easily.

But fortunately, it’s not so noisy now.

Ciel glanced back.

Behind her, four dark shadows were holding two corpses in each hand. Including Kitty's broken head, there were eight corpses in total.

Not all of them are cultists. Some of them are just "gamblers" who are gambling in Deton Manor and just happened to run into Charles.

It wasn't that Charles wanted to kill them, it was just that they were too noisy. If they had remained calm and politely given Charles way, perhaps this wouldn't have happened.

Since this is just a simulation... let's use their bodies to experiment.

If Charles could resolve the issue of the Holy Advent Society in reality, it would be considered as saving their lives, and it could be considered as a reward for helping Charles complete the experiment in the simulation.

Walking down to the underground floor step by step, Charles stood at the door of the basement.

The originally tidy basement was now in a mess. The servants and maids at the door had all been killed, and blood and low-level materials were all over the floor.

After receiving the message to retreat, some of the cultists ran to the basement and looted things.

"So quick..."

Charles frowned slightly, and she walked around the corpses at the door and headed into the basement. When she passed the shiny steel gate, she saw herself through the reflection of the gate.

The hem of the black maid's skirt was torn into several pieces. She stood barefoot beside the corpses on the ground. Her white apron was stained with spilled blood. Not only her legs, but also her hands and face were stained with blood from someone unknown.

How embarrassing...

Charles reached out and rubbed the blood off his face, but when he found that he couldn't get it clean, he gave up.

She no longer paid attention to her current image, but instead controlled the black shadow to arrange the bodies of those extraordinary people neatly, and then began to look for low-level materials.

The extraordinary cultist who looted the basement was an expert and took away almost all the second-level potions and valuable materials inside, which made Charles feel a little sorry.

But she didn't care too much. After all, she came to the basement to find some low-level materials for experiments.

Now that we have the low-level materials, it's time to try [Spiritual Summoning].

Under Charles's control, the shadows separated and collected the scattered materials. One of the shadows walked to the steel gate of the basement, dragged out the bodies of ordinary people and piled them outside, then closed the gate and locked it to prevent anyone from disturbing Charles' ceremony.

Maybe it was because the gate was closed, but being alone in such a closed environment, Charles felt that the noise in his head had weakened a little. At least now it had recovered to the point where he could clearly hear sounds within five meters around him.

However, as soon as someone gets close, the black noise will intensify and become inaudible again.

Charles hopes that the things summoned by [Spiritual Summoning] can help him solve this problem.

Otherwise, when Ciel uses this save file in the future, he will have to avoid the crowd and will be tortured by the whispering noise all the time, which is not comparable to burns.

Soon, Charles selected a set of spiritual materials.

This is a finger bone, which looks like the finger bone of a first-level extraordinary person. It was thrown on the ground casually, and Charles could not feel much spiritual aura from it.

This kind of thing is perfect for a first try.

The shadow cleared a circular area of ​​ground, cut the carpet and threw it away, revealing the smooth polished marble floor underneath.

Charles stood in the cleared space and slowly closed his eyes. The finger bone was held in his hand.

Fortunately, unlike the knowledge that comes with potions, the system's skills do not require Charles to understand. She only needs to recite them in her mind and she will naturally master the methods.

"Spiritual calling."

Charles muttered to himself.

She loosened the phalanges in her right hand, and the phalanges were pulled towards the ground by gravity.

“*.”

Ciel's lips moved slightly, and a character that she had never heard before came out of her mouth.

After this syllable was uttered, the finger bones that were originally falling suddenly stopped and hovered beside Charles against gravity.

Next to the shadow behind Charles, another half of the shadow split out. The black shadow held a hand axe in his hand, slowly raised it to the finger of Charles' shadow, and gently scratched it.

A crack suddenly appeared on Charles' right hand, and drops of blood were pulled out from her wound like beads, forming red, thin blood threads in the air.

These thin blood threads began to condense in the sky above Charles' head, and an irregular and strange pattern quickly formed in the air. As the finger bones floated in front of Charles, the formation took shape and suddenly fell to the ground.

呲——

The finger bones in front of Charles burned with blue spiritual flames. Under the flames, the finger bones were quickly burned into pits, leaving only a shapeless piece of black bone that fell to the ground and shattered into debris.

The extraordinary qualities contained in the finger bones have been completely burned and sacrificed to the unknown creatures in the other world.

At this time, the blood formation around Charles also began to boil, and red blood mist rose and continued to condense in front of Charles.

Charles opened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him nervously.

She had also seen some scenes from the other world and was affected by them, almost losing control of her mind. If it weren't for the "Glowing Bishop" Xiu, she would have died during that simulated entry.

The blood mist swirled in front of him, gradually forming a small blood vortex with a radius of 15 cm.

As Charles watched, a hand slowly penetrated the vortex of blood and landed in front of Charles with a "click".

It was a mutilated right hand the size of a child, consisting of only a palm and a small part of an arm. It had seven knuckles, one of which was a bony finger that looked somewhat familiar to Charles.

It seemed as if he had just offered a sacrifice.

The hand used its knuckles to stand up and crawled towards Charles like a reptile.

Disgusting……

Looking at the disgusting spider-like hand crawling towards him, Charles subconsciously took a step back, but the next second, the hand seemed to sense something, and suddenly shook off its knuckles and disappeared in front of Charles in an instant.

Before Charles could react, the hand-shaped spider had already quickly run back to him. It stretched its body and seemed to have put something down.

Then, wrapped in the spiritual flame, the palm spider was burned to ashes, leaving only a low-level spiritual material it had taken.

Charles: "..."

what?

Is this the end?

Its function...is to help pick up things?

And he only picked up one and ran away?

She felt an unfamiliar word engraved in her mind. She couldn't read it or understand it, but Charles could feel that if she sacrificed a finger with extraordinary properties next time and used the system to say the word, she would be able to summon it again.

Charles had a rough idea of ​​the mode of [Spiritual Summoning].

The most important thing now is to understand the rules and find spiritual creatures that can help you.

Charles's gaze was fixed on the corpses of the extraordinary people lined up over there.

This time, she decided to sacrifice the body of a first-level "gambler" to see what would happen.

The area where Charles was standing had been corroded by the blood formation and could no longer be painted on. She released the black shadow and began to clear another area.

Fortunately, there is enough space here, and the walls can also be used to arrange blood arrays. Once I use up all these materials, I will probably be able to make full use of this space.

Charles was about to begin the next [Spiritual Summoning] ritual, but what she didn't know was that the escaped Julis had already assembled an elite team of extraordinary people, bringing sufficient potions and rare seals, and preparing to rush to Deton Manor.

77

Isn't Chapter 77 a normal book? Who changed it to an epic?

Tick-tick-tick——

The city of Buren, where it rains all year round, was once again shrouded in rain as day approached.

The grayish-white clouds blocked the sunlight and cast a layer of haze over the roads in the city.

A team of well-equipped cyclists were marching through the rain, heading towards Creek Mountain outside the city of Burren and into the woods.

"Oh uh—"