Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

“I know Miss Brigitte is waiting for someone. I mean, I just want to talk to Brigitte about the wool business, just let me talk for a little while… Oh, Miss Nogi, I really just want to talk for a little while…”

Nogi stopped the young nobleman, dressed in a white tuxedo with a melancholy expression and a somewhat artistic air about him, and politely said, "The young lady is waiting for someone. If you wish to discuss business, you can come to the Montreal family home after the banquet, where someone will be there to discuss business matters with you."

"But I really just..."

"There are no 'buts' or 'just's. The young lady is waiting for someone right now."

The young nobleman wore a bitter expression, utterly helpless.

Who can we wait for?!

Miss Brigitte has been sitting here for almost half an hour. Who on earth has the audacity to stand Miss Brigitte up for half an hour?

Royal family?

To hell with it, the royal family is long gone.

The young nobleman, with a mournful face, hadn't gone far when he heard Nogi's voice behind him.

"Are you Furnessa Bonaparte? Miss Brigitte of the Montreal family has been waiting for you for a long time."

The young nobleman turned around and saw Nogi leading two people to Brigitte's sofa, which was somewhat unexpected.

The famous young lady actually got up herself, picked up the corkscrew to open the sparkling wine for the two of them, and even poured the wine for them herself.

He recognized the white-haired girl somewhat, but the other guard with long flaxen hair was a complete stranger.

The noble youth was dumbfounded when he heard the white-haired girl speak.

Isn't that a nobleman from Silver Castle?!

Why are there foreigners here?!

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Two more chapters tonight

Chapter 221 Who's a good person who uses Charm at the start?

—They really are nobles from Silver Castle.

Brigitte poured the wine and then ignored Scarlett, looking at Tia with a half-smile, her emerald green eyes scrutinizing her.

But after watching for a while, the domineering young lady suddenly stopped smiling and stiffened. She even deliberately shifted her gaze from Tia to Scarlett.

The reason is simple: after looking at this Funnina Bonaparte for a while, she actually developed a tiny bit of liking for her.

This level of goodwill is rare; any superhuman through normal means would likely not even notice such a change in attitude.

But Bridget is different; she is a Sequence 6 King and a Sequence 7 Prophet. The King grants her extraordinary insight into others, while the Prophet gives her a high degree of self-awareness.

Damn it!

Does this woman possess rituals designed to seduce humans?

Brigitte, who had hoped to take the initiative, was already at a disadvantage before she could even speak.

However, her guess was not correct.

Tia possesses more than one of these abilities: besides captivating humans, she also has an "illusory aura," a "powerful oratory," and a "kindness to others." No one has made things difficult for her along the way.

Even the police chief Willie, who stood against her in court during her public trial, treated her quite well. Looking back, he would still feel grateful that Furnessa was a good person.

Before Tia could react, the well-trained Scarlett sensed tension and stood solemnly beside Tia.

When Tia and Brigitte sat down facing each other, she stood close to Tia, just as Nogi stood beside Brigitte. Like two guards protecting their king.

Nogi bowed and said, "This is Miss Brigitte, the head of our Montreal family."

"Young Miss, who is this...?"

“I recognize you. Nogi. Thank you very much, but there’s no need for introductions.”

The young lady, with her long, dark gray hair, was dressed in a layered gown, truly a sight to behold. Seeing Tia sit down, she slightly raised her chin and gestured with her glass, saying, "Miss Furnessa Bonaparte. And our bodyguard, Second-Rank Officer Scarlett Lane of the Anti-Corruption Bureau. Welcome to the Sparrowtail Theatre."

"This place is part of my property, and this toast is to you all."

Tia raised an eyebrow slightly, smiled, and raised her glass in return, "A salute to you, Brigitte!"

Scarlett, on the other hand, seemed a bit agitated.

She was Iris, who had infiltrated the Ansu Holy Church's ship. Thanks to the church, this group of anti-suppression agents, disguised as priests, had concealed their identities quite well. Even when she attended a public court hearing, neither the judge nor the police chief recognized her.

Surprisingly, Miss Brigitte saw right through him here.

Nogi downed the sparkling wine in her glass in one gulp. Just as she was about to pick up the bottle, Brigitte smiled knowingly and said, “One glass is enough. Overeating slows the brain, and excessive drinking numbs it. Alcohol is one of the most dangerous things. If you fall in love with someone, or become obsessed with fame and power, and scramble for them, you're doomed. Your head will become completely foggy and muddled!”

"You agree, right, Funina?"

"I completely agree with your point of view. Therefore, I believe we should admire the cause of heroes, the cause of justice, kindness, and the cause that aligns with public morality! We should follow in the footsteps of righteous knights like King Rudd! As for what you mentioned, that's really dangerous. Chasing after them is like being a gambler in a financial exchange, intoxicated by so-called wealth and money. Even the best mind would probably lose its senses in that case, right?"

Tia and Brigitte chatted back and forth.

As soon as Brigitte opened her mouth, Tia knew why this young lady had invited her—Brigit probably regarded her as a distinguished guest of Marn, or at least an important person, perhaps because she and Marn had some conflict? So she came to persuade her to turn away.

This is important because she herself doesn't know what's going on.

Marn didn't even tell her what she was coming for. She came here purely to find out what Marn was up to and to freeload some food and drinks.

But it wouldn't make sense for the two to have a conflict, since the theater is Brigitte's property. If they truly had a conflict, Brigitte wouldn't have allowed Marne to host a banquet there.

Scarlett could already sense the tension between the two girls and was starting to get nervous.

Before Tia could figure out what was going on, Brigitte abruptly asked, "Are you married?"

"what?"

"You heard me right. I'm asking if you're married?"

"Of course not."

“Ha—you’re too young, Bonaparte. I think you’re too old to get involved in this. You say you want to participate in the hero’s cause, but who’s the hero? Marne Cullen? Come on.”

Brigitte relaxed, then said with a hint of disdain, "In my opinion, you should be doing something that's truly appropriate for your age. Like going to school, or finding a proper job—like that lady guard next to you—or enjoying yourself in Silver Castle instead of risking your life here. Even getting married would be much better than this, wouldn't it?"

"Your eyes are very intelligent, you must be at least Sequence 7, right? With that kind of strength, you'd have plenty of opportunities in the Anti-Corruption Bureau or the Papal Palace, so why are you taking this risk here?"

I got lectured by a seventeen-year-old brat.

Although Tia wasn't much older than her.

Tia bluntly pointed out, "You're only seventeen."

"I'm not like you!"

"But she's only seventeen."

“I already said, I’m different!” Brigitte was hit where it hurt.

Her age is her biggest problem. Although she has an extraordinary background, abundant resources, and strong connections, her biggest issue within the Montreal family is that she is too young.

Young people are often looked down upon, even if they have real talent and learning. There are always older people who rely on their seniority and experience to point fingers at young people without paying any price.

"Alright, little Brigitte—"

"Call me by my name, you don't need to be a sister!"

“Alright, Brigitte. I don’t know what you’re really up to, but I’m just here for the party. I have no other purpose. I’m being completely honest about that, and I can swear it!”

Brigitte said coldly, "Don't joke around, Bonaparte! I can make an offer. How much do you want for it?"

"What do you mean, buy me?"

Tia didn't understand and was a little confused.

Brigitte took a deep breath, unsure whether the white-haired girl before her was truly oblivious or feigning ignorance, and said, "Marne wants to push you into that position, right? Now that you've sided with me, how much do you want? The Montreal family can buy anything."

"What location?"

"Your Majesty, what's going on with you? Didn't Marn come to you on her own initiative?!"

"How would I know? I haven't seen him yet, at least not until now. By the way, where is he now?"

Tia hadn't seen Marn since she entered the venue, and she felt a little aggrieved.

She had just come in when she ran into the woman below her, who immediately said she wanted to buy her.

Brigitte took a deep breath, both surprised and delighted.

At first, she thought Tia and Marn had conspired together, working in unison. But it turned out to be just wishful thinking on Marn's part—he was completely unaware that the person in question was about to be put on the throne.

That's brilliant.

This reveals at least two facts: first, Furnessa Bonaparte is now completely under her control; second, this matter probably has nothing to do with the Ansu people.

All good news.

Bridget's gaze grew increasingly aggressive as she licked her lips and said, "We'll talk about Marn later."

“I think I understand now. Marn probably hasn’t told you anything. Well, let me tell you now. Can we take this a step further?”

Chapter 222 An Unexpected Accident

Outside the theater, Marn Cullen, dressed in a sharp suit, smiled and declined the conversation between the two noblemen before following his adjutant, Codd, into the banquet hall.

Marne glanced around the banquet hall and asked in surprise, "Hasn't Furnessa Bonaparte arrived yet?"

"They should have arrived by now. Perhaps they're still at the theater?"

Kod wasn't sure if Tia was there, but he said confidently, "The front desk informed Miss Funina an hour ago that she had arrived. You can wait a bit, since the theater's performance doesn't end for another half hour."

"Um......"

Marn remained noncommittal, but looked at an empty sofa in the distance with some surprise.

He rubbed his eyes, incredulously asking, "Where's Brigitte from the Montreal family? Wasn't she sitting there waiting for someone just an hour ago?"

It's hard to say who Marne is waiting for, but it's highly likely to be Funina Bonaparte, whom he wants to meet.

However, as Brigitte is the true owner of the theater and her angel investor, Marne cannot possibly drive her away.

Kod quickly went over to take a look and immediately beckoned a waiter over to ask what was going on.

But Nogi covered for Brigitte very well. None of the waiters had any contact with the young lady, and with so many people at the banquet, they didn't bother to keep an eye on her. They were all just looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Mr. Marn, shall we go to the second floor and search each private room?"

With a worried look, Codd looked up at the rows of small private rooms behind the copper handrail on the second floor.

Marne frowned and retorted, "Nonsense! If we force a search, this banquet will be completely ruined. Let's ignore that little fox from the Montellima family for now. Even if she sees Funina Bonaparte, it doesn't matter. The Montellima family can't offer us the reward we can."

Only then did Codd realize, breaking out in a cold sweat, that he had said the wrong thing.

If they really search the private rooms, this banquet will be ruined before it even starts. Are you hosting a banquet or conducting a body search?

"Corde, you take charge here. I'll go check on the theater."

"Yes, Mr. Marn!"

While Marn and Codd were talking.

In a small private room upstairs in the banquet hall, Brigitte Montreal sat on the sofa, skillfully playing with a riding crop in her hand. She put the crop down, took Tia's finger, and gave it a very affectionate kiss on the hand.

Scarlett kept her hand on the longsword at her waist the whole time.

She also carried a large-caliber Iris brand locally made heavy revolver at her waist. It was a hunting rifle with a power level only slightly lower than that of an elephant hunting rifle, and its kinetic energy reached 6000 joules.

Scarlett is now a Sequence 8 legislator. After more than half a year of specialized training, her actual combat ability is quite formidable. As long as she has large-caliber weapons, she is no worse than a wild Sequence 7 superhuman.

But Brigitte didn't take her seriously at all.

Sequence 7 and Sequence 6 are two completely different levels. Sequence 6 involves changes in the nature of the soul, and the extraordinary elements have completely permeated the soul itself. Therefore, Sequence 6 has already undergone obvious changes when diving into the deep. Often, the image of diving into the deep has its own iconic symbol, such as the hat with three peacock feathers inserted on Marn's head when diving into the deep.

The next sequence with such a significant change is Sequence 4, at which point the soul is completely immersed in the extraordinary elements, so there are no markers when diving deep, and instead there is a sense of returning to simplicity, no different from an ordinary person sleeping.

Bridget released Tia's hand and spread her hands, saying, "Miss Scarlett, you should put down your weapon now. I have no intention of being your enemy, nor do I have any designs on your master. This is merely a courtesy from the Iris."

She licked her lips, shifting her gaze from Funina's overly endearing face to her chest, and said:

“Let’s talk about serious business. Miss Fernina Bonaparte, or should I address you as His Highness Bonaparte?”

Upon hearing the title "Your Highness," Tia realized what was going on and asked warily, "Are you a royalist?"

"If needed, I can be."