Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Her usual rational thinking and all kinds of knowledge seemed to be completely forgotten at this moment. Avina froze in place, closed her eyes, and could only hear the thumping sound on her eardrums like drums.

That wasn't the mumbling of the potion, but his own heartbeat.

She seemed to hear the sound of Charles turning his head again, and prayed in her heart that Charles would not notice her little movements and fall asleep early.

After another hour after Charles fell asleep, Avina would withdraw her hand when she was sure that he was completely asleep.

Every minute and every second seemed to be extremely long. Avina felt a little sweat on her palms and her heartbeat was getting louder and louder.

suddenly.

Charles made a move.

She slowly moved her right hand and pulled it out of Avina's hand.

Ugh?

At this moment, Avina felt that the beating drum in her heart suddenly stopped. The stopped bone hammer seemed to be stuffed into her heart, making her chest feel blocked.

Why... Adele can do it again?

If it's me, then it's not okay?

But soon, she felt the mattress sag slightly, and a slightly cold hand passed through the gap around her waist.

Before Avina could react, her body was lifted forward by that hand. Avina was held by that strong hand and leaned directly against a soft body.

The tip of her nose could even feel the touch of her hair and its fragrance. The hand that pulled her in slowly withdrew and then gently placed it on her hair.

Time seemed to stand still, and Avina didn't even know if she was breathing at this moment.

At this moment, Avina seemed to understand a little bit what she felt in her heart when she first met the red-haired girl.

82

Chapter 82: Whispers of the “Instigator” Charles.

The breathing sounds beside him gradually calmed down, and Charles woke up from his light sleep.

Although the simulated sleep cannot truly eliminate mental fatigue, it does provide some relief to Charles' mind and body.

It's a bit like psychological comfort.

After opening his eyes, Charles was faced with a new dilemma.

How could she break out of the encirclement between Adele and Avina without waking them up?

Charles gently lifted his right leg and used the sole of his foot to push Adele's right leg away from him little by little.

Then, Charles' body slid down little by little, slipped into the quilt, and finally crawled out from the other side of the bed.

Fortunately, Adele and Avina's pajamas, as well as the sheets underneath, were made of silk, allowing Charles to slip out quietly and smoothly.

Charles stepped on the wool carpet and, with the help of the dim candlelight, found a familiar canvas shoulder bag that his simulated self had placed on the table.

Opening the satchel, he found a notebook, several bottles of potions, and a cloth bag wrapped in a bag.

The cloth bag was quite thick. Charles weighed it and found that there seemed to be another notebook inside.

However, as Charles picked up the cloth bag, he saw a small piece of paper underneath it. When he unfolded it, he saw a crooked radiation symbol drawn on it.

It seems better not to open it yet.

Charles ignored everything else and opened the notebook beside him.

At the back end of the notepad, there is a message left for myself written in Chinese.

[I've already bought the potion from Avina. She has quite a few potions and ingredients for "Instigator" and "Listener," seemingly collected from afar.]

The previous "Otherworld Pages" seem to be a bit damaged and not very effective, but I'm too lazy to write it again. After all, there's a third-level "Crown Guard" nearby, so I directly exchanged some in the subsystem.

[There's nothing else worth exchanging, so I've exchanged all of them for "Pages from the Other World." 25 of them, enough for you to hand out flyers.]

[Put the things in that bag. See if you can fit it into the warehouse... But based on my guess about the system, it's probably not possible.]

I had Adele inform Julis of everything in advance, and then had her come to Avina. After all, her chances of survival were higher if she stayed with Nia, the "Crown Guardian," rather than with Julis, who was at the center of the storm.

If you're lucky, you might see Xiou again near the end of the simulation... Of course, it won't necessarily be her again.

[I won’t say any more. I’m exhausted. I’m going to sleep. It’s up to you what you want to do next.]

Oh yeah, you know, we didn't do anything.

"Charm" and "The Art of Conversation" are more useful than you might think. If you feel the need, you can upgrade these two skills. It's too expensive, but forget it. After all, I can't do anything with them except exchange items at the shop.

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This thing... contains a stack of "Pages from the Other World"?

Charles looked at the thick cloth bag he had just weighed, and never expected that this was the thing inside.

Charles took out the "Token of the Glowing Bishop" from the warehouse, tried to grab the cloth bag and put it into the warehouse, but failed.

After putting away the "Token of the Glowing Bishop", Charles looked at the cloth bag with a puzzled expression.

Before, it was just a "page from the other world". Just getting close to it was enough to make people hear alarming whispers in their heads.

But the 25 pages in front of him were just sealed in a cloth bag, but they did not give Charles any sense of threat.

This doesn't look like "Pages from the Other World".

Charles put down the canvas bag temporarily, found his clothes and shoes, took these things and left the room. After changing clothes in the guest room on the other side, he came to the hall downstairs.

These things were too dangerous, and Charles couldn't possibly try to open them directly in Avina's room, not to mention that there was a third-level "Crown Guard" watching Avina's safety almost 24 hours a day.

Not finding any suitable room, Charles took these things to the bathroom on the first floor.

Compared to the living room where the walls have not been repaired yet, the privacy here is slightly higher.

Charles hung the canvas bag on the door, took out the bag from it, took a deep breath, and slowly opened it...

Nothing happens.

Charles reached out and took out one of the pages of the other world, crumpled it into a ball, wet it, and then slowly held it in front of him.

Although the blood and handwriting on it had been blurred by water, the wrinkles made the already unrecognizable handwriting even more difficult to identify.

But the words really had no effect on Charles.

Charles threw the ball of paper back into the bag, then took out a complete page of paper and looked at it directly.

It was the familiar "Pages of the Other World", but it no longer had any power.

In the previous simulation, Charles in the simulation did transform by relying on destiny points, exchanged them for gold pounds, and used the gold pounds to buy a lot of survival supplies.

Could it be that except for the transformation, everything exchanged in the subsystem is fake?

Or is it that the object is real, but has lost any of its extraordinary properties? Only precious metals like gold pounds can be used intact?

Charles checked the remaining "Pages of the Other World" and after confirming that none of them were useful, he packed them back into the canvas bag.

It’s really great that I thought of this and tried it in the simulation, but it’s a pity that it didn’t have the desired effect.

However, being able to exchange for an identical fake item...if this is utilized well, it might be of great help to me.

But I can't help you at the moment.

Ciel rummaged through his bag and found a brand new bottle of potion.

The potion was emitting a pink glow as a whole, and within these light spots, there were several tiny tentacles wandering around - this looked like the "Instigator" potion.

But this bottle of potion was very different from the one Ciel had seen at Thomas's place before.

The flesh-colored tentacles in Thomas' bottle were almost black, and the bottle was filled with black mist and an oily and water-like mixture. There was no such clean pink at all.

It seems that the potion Thomas got was most likely made of materials that were precipitated twice... or even thrice.

There is some soul ring on it.

No wonder Thomas needed to drink two bottles of potion. He turned into such a horrible state after drinking only one bottle.

There was a small label wrapped with wire at the mouth of the bottle, with "Instigator" written on it in Ansu language. The handwriting was obviously from Charles himself.

Ciel would not doubt the authenticity of the potion even if it did not come with a re-creation ritual.

When it comes to such a crucial matter, neither the simulated nor the real Charles would joke about it.

Ciel raised the potion bottle in front of him and shook it gently.

The tentacles inside seemed to have life as they swam in the light pink liquid. As if they had noticed Charles's movements, they all stuck tightly to the side of the crystal bottle close to Charles, like a school of fish seeing food.

Charles looked at herself in the mirror. She placed her hand on the bottle cap, slowly exerted force, and watched herself in the mirror pull out the cork.

When the bottle cap was opened, a psychedelic aroma instantly filled the entire bathroom.

Ciel raised the potion bottle and drank the potion in one gulp.

The tentacles swung their bodies and drilled into Charles' mouth along with the potion, just like fish swimming into the sea, and split into several groups in Charles' mouth.

Some tentacles went directly into Charles's mouth and nasal cavity, tearing apart all the flesh and blood in front of them, and scrambled towards Charles' brain.

Others went down Charles' throat to his vocal cords and directly merged into his body, carrying the potion with them.

"Cough cough..."

Charles couldn't stop coughing. She lowered her head slightly towards the washbasin, and a large amount of blood mixed with unknown blood clots flowed out of her mouth and nose.

The psychedelic fragrance in the bathroom had disappeared, replaced by a strong smell of blood.

Severe pain came from his brain and throat, making Charles feel almost faint.

Fortunately, she had died many times. Although her resistance to pain had not improved, her threshold for fainting had been raised to some extent, so she did not faint from the pain directly.

This potion... why is it so torturous...

Charles looked at the bronze washbasin in front of him that was blocked by blood clots, and everything in front of him gradually became blurred.

I don’t know how long it took, but when Charles felt that he really couldn’t bear it anymore, the pain stopped in an instant.

At the same time, some memories and knowledge that did not belong to him suddenly appeared in his mind as the pain disappeared.

This is……

Ciel reviewed the knowledge and memories in his mind. Just like when he completed the recurrence ritual and drank the potion, these were all knowledge about how to use abilities.

This...is over?

What about the mumbling?

Charles took a clean towel from the side and wiped the blood off his face, his expression showing some confusion.

She closed her eyes and felt it carefully.

Indeed... I can vaguely hear some mumbling, but it is not serious enough to interfere with my thinking.

No... her consciousness should have been changed, but when she was the "instigator", she could not perceive these changes from the inside out and only thought it was normal.

Ciel looked up at the mirror in front of him.

The person in the mirror grinned, revealing his white teeth that were still stained with blood.

The smooth promotion filled Charles' heart with joy.

She hummed a familiar song from her previous life, cleaned up the blood in the bathroom, put on her canvas bag, and opened the bathroom door.

As soon as he opened the door, Charles saw a figure in silver armor standing not far from the door. The figure in armor was facing the direction of the bathroom, as if he was always paying attention to Charles.

"Are you a pervert?"

Ciel asked curiously.

After saying that, Charles' nostrils twitched slightly and he took a breath of air. He seemed to still be able to smell the faint smell of blood coming from his nose.

"Where are the tea leaves? I'll make some tea to rinse your mouth... Do you want some? Oh, right... You can't drink it. Sorry, sorry."

Ciel smiled and walked around Nia, heading towards the kitchen.

"You...drank the potion?"

A metallic humming sound came from within the armor. "I just felt it..."

Charles' pace gradually quickened, and Nia followed closely.

Nia instinctively felt that Charles was very different now.

She watched Charles rummaging through the kitchen, and finally just poured himself a glass of water and drank it, then looked at herself with a sip of water in his mouth.