Let the Bizarre Adventure of the Joestars begin.

"Did she bring you anything?" Cecilia asked, listening to Miss Jeanne's analysis.

"A few paintings."

"Then let's see."

“The printing press paper is thicker, and it’s the same type of paper used for that strip of paper. This paper also has a slight musty smell.” Miss Jeanne, who had just taken over the writing material, easily made a lot of judgments.

"It seems to have been stored in a cold and damp place for quite some time."

"And this piece of paper stained with liquid tells us something more." The upper left corner of one of the papers is stained red, and the paper is much softer than the rest, so it must have been stained accidentally.

I brought it to my mouth and licked it with my tongue.

"It's wine."

“The wine cellar near the printing plant, huh? It seems the area has been narrowed down considerably,” Cecilia said, but her words carried a deeper meaning. It simply meant that the information coming next would be provided by Mrs. Simsa.

“There’s a wine cellar used by an anarchist group, and Rene has a good relationship with the group’s leader.” And Sisam also provided the next destination.

"It's Claude Ravach."

“I just learned about bomb manufacturers yesterday,” Cecilia said, having dealt with an explosion just yesterday.

“I used to be a member of that organization…and so was Rene.” After glancing at Cecilia, Lady Sisam revealed more information.

"Later we felt it was too extreme..."

“But Ravach knows me, and if my brother goes back there, he will see us.”

"Send him a letter," she said to the person standing to the side.

After saying that, Sisam opened a bottle of wine, took a big gulp, and then handed it to Miss Jeanne.

"No matter what, don't try to outdrink a Gypsy." Just seeing the act of opening a bottle told Miss Jeanne what she was about to face.

I took the wine, intending to drink it all in one gulp, but it doesn't seem that simple.

"Want to dance?" Simsa asked the two of them.

"Do not dance, or you will surely die." Upon hearing this, Rang quickly relayed the other half of the advice to Cecilia, and then began to sip the wine from the bottle.

However, they completely ignored Miss Jeanne's advice.

"Do you know what happens when you dance?" Miss Jeanne asked Cecilia.

Miss Jeanne watched Cecilia dancing incessantly over there, and she gloated.

It seems Cecilia might have muscle soreness the next day, and possibly even a headache or other complications.

However, they still set off the next day.

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You didn't expect that, did you? I updated!

Amazingly, "blowgun" is a sensitive word...

Thanks to Merlin (whose slacking off was absolutely brilliant), Tax Minister Enkidu, Jeanne Darc, and Yunru for their recommendation votes.

Thank you for the 4 monthly votes for "I don't want a nose bridge anymore".

Ripple and Blood Frenzy: Chapter Fifteen - There's No Way to Save Those Who Believe They're Doomed

Dark, damp, and filled with the aroma of wine—this was the state of a low-class wine cellar at the end of the 19th century, though this probably only applies to some ordinary wineries.

However, these wine cellars sometimes take on other jobs, such as custom-made cakes that have just been shipped out from Miss Jeanne's house.

The craftsmanship is exquisite.

However, everyone was so focused on something important that they naturally overlooked the possibility that the cakes being made and shipped out at this time.

"Still hiding in the basement?"

"It's too difficult to get out now."

"Nice to meet you."

"I didn't come to see you."

"I would like to share this moment with your British friends."

“This wine was produced in 1789. Of course, a lot of important things happened that year,” said Miss Jeanne, glancing at the bottle placed to the right of Lavaci.

"Our glorious year of revolution." It seems that Lavaci was somewhat happy about what Miss Jeanne said, otherwise he wouldn't have continued to explain along with Miss Jeanne's words. Of course, it's also possible that he was about to die, so he postponed everything.

Is he here?

"When freedom triumphs over oppressive rule."

"Is my brother here or not!" Simsa interrupted Ravachi's attempt to continue.

“I haven’t seen him for a long time.”

"You're lying." Although it's unclear how Simsa figured out Lavach's lie, who knows whether Lavach was lying or not?

"Please sit down."

“Rene sent a letter, and it was written on this paper.” Cecilia found excellent, targeted evidence to help her determine whether Lavach had lied or not.

“Of course, he carries this kind of paper with him at all times.” But Miss Jeanne gave a completely different answer to this question. But thinking about it, it makes sense. Although he uses the paper from here, who can really know for sure whether René carries this kind of paper with him?

“He’s right, René isn’t here. He’s on another mission.” Lavaci didn’t intend to hide the fact that Miss Jeanne had figured this out and said it directly.

“Employed by an anonymous client.” And Miss Jeanne knew very well about this client’s situation, better than anyone else.

"He was also an Englishman, rich and powerful... and he funded our cause."

“Therefore, we are now all acting according to his requirements.” After saying these two sentences, Ravachi took a sip of red wine, then wiped his mouth with a napkin, his face and actions revealing an air of dejection.

"We have taken full responsibility for the recent explosions, but after tonight, I will no longer be in charge." He said this, but there was a hint of something amiss in his words.

“My work is done.” Lavaci said this with a tone full of frustration, but there was something else besides frustration, something that Cecilia and Jeanne did not know.

"He made you plant another bomb." Although it was impossible to discern the true meaning behind Lavach's words, analyzing them was quite simple.

“Claude, these two can help you.” However, it seemed that Simsa was quite clear about the meaning behind Ramsey’s words.

“I do wish... that my wife and daughter were in his hands.”

"If you can tell us where the bomb is, I will come to save your wife and daughter." Hearing this, Miss Jeanne for the first time put aside her emotions and became slightly serious.

"There's no need... We've already agreed." A clean and decisive refusal.

"He and I will leave no future trouble... If I want to ensure the safety of my family, I only have one choice. You have ten minutes." After saying that, he picked up the pistol that had been on the table and shot himself in the head.

"Well, this is troublesome... Cecilia, take his pistol and hold him off for ten minutes." Miss Na could sense that this man's death had made the whole situation much more complicated than she had imagined.

He stood up and, before walking to the fireplace on the wall, examined every detail around him.

First, there's a patch of dust on the wall to the right of the fireplace that shows signs of frequent scraping.

On the left side of that wall, there was a piece of trimmed wood with traces of liquid dripping on it. Considering that it looked dark black now, it was probably blood.

Directly in front of that wall was a small piece of plaster, which was probably the same material used for the decorations next to the fireplace.

There is also a footprint on the ground, it is impossible to tell when it was left, but it provides sufficient evidence.

Now, the whole situation is clear.

First, the plaster must have accidentally dripped during the construction.

Then, the blood on the wooden block was likely a remnant of someone accidentally cutting their hand while sawing the wood.

The construction here should be the last part of the entire room. As for why, it's because of the footprint. The footprint must have been spilled when red wine was toasted during the completion of the construction, and then someone stepped on it.

As for why this was the last area to be constructed, Miss Jeanne already knew the reason very well.

He stepped forward, touched a mechanism, and the simple internal mechanics immediately started working, resulting in the wall opening.

"Ah, this is truly ingenious! This is it, hurry up and come over." Miss Jeanne exclaimed slightly as she looked at the door.

Although ingenious, the size of the door is still not quite comfortable to make, as Miss Jeanne felt after bending down to enter.

"By the way, do you know what to do with that sandbag?" Miss Jeanne glanced at the sandbag hanging behind the door, said this to Cecilia, and then walked straight ahead.

"Check the levers over there." After entering and seeing quite a few things, Miss Jeanne directed Cecilia in this way, like a general. However, Cecilia wasn't very good at analysis, so she could only do it.

He picked up the torch on the wall, lit it, and then examined everything inside.

However, there are some things that cannot be seen with a torch.

There were not only documents here, but also boxes and boxes of explosives.

However, behind the bomb, there was a sign that clearly indicated where the bomb had gone.

"Let's go to the theater."

As she said this, Miss Jeanne opened the exit with the lever and went straight out.

It seems the basement connects not only to the wine cellar, but also to the sewers.

Miss Jeanne had only taken a few steps when she guessed where the so-called emergency passage led.

However, the sewers are indeed a good choice. After all, although the sewers of this era are not as terrifying as those of the 20th century, they are still quite extensive.

Emerging from the sewer, you'll find yourself directly in front of the theater; the design is truly remarkable.

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Surprised? I'm posting twice!

Let me clarify what the person who mentioned wanting to return to Honkai Impact 3rd said. I'll return after finishing the F/A mode, since I'm quite interested in Sirin, Cecilia, and the chaotic scenes...

Also, what do you think about Jeanne taking Mash or Sajou Aika away? Of course, the Demon Pillar (Barbatos-chan) is already reserved.

Thank you Jeanne Darc, Lulutia, Miss Qiu, and Yunru for the recommendation votes.