Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

If Scarlett hadn't suddenly appeared in the newspapers and mentioned that she had followed that little liar "Frinna" and saved Marnkuren and an entire banquet of nobles yesterday, she would probably still be in the dark!

Father of all things! Who taught him that? It must be Elizabeth! How could she possibly learn anything good from parents like that? And her brother, that scoundrel among scoundrels, Albert, like father, like son!

"sorry......."

Eleanor responded blankly, but showed no remorse. She didn't sense the old woman was too angry, so she somewhat mechanically picked out a reply from her experience.

Ms. Bernice smiled and said with a chuckle, "Alright, alright, don't just stand there like an idiot. I'll make you some ginger tea."

Eleanor pursed her lips and whispered, "Add more sugar."

She has already taken on Tia's shape.

A cup of ginger tea with sugar was brewed. Eleanor took a sip and squinted, feeling a warm sensation all over her body.

Ms. Bernice picked up a stack of newspapers and said seriously, "Eleanor, although I don't know how Sulph got here, I suppose she controlled the puppet or the imposter. During this time—or until you return to Anzu—don't get too close to her. Understand?"

"Can't understand."

"...Don't play dumb."

Ms. Bernice flicked a large stack of newspapers and handed them to Eleanor.

The top headline, "Politics in the Brumaire," features a close-up of Fennine Bonaparte, standing on the second-floor observation deck amidst the chaos of a banquet, looking down at the disheveled nobles, raising her arm to maintain order.

The entire photo was full of tension. Eleanor was stunned for a while before she finished reading the report and then looked up at the headline.

Then turn to the Brumaire Current Affairs Bulletin to read the next one.

With a whoosh, the newspaper pages flipped like snowflakes, and from the rapidly flashing headlines, Eleanor's eyes widened as she clearly saw the enlarged and bolded headlines.

—A true knight! The great guardian who saves the Iris Flower People!

—A testament to the century-long friendship between Ansu and the Iris, 182 people chanted the name of Funina Bonaparte at the Peacocktail Theatre.

—The guardian, Frinina, is given the name of the Iris Flower. She is a true Iris Flower person hidden in Anzu, possessing all the virtues of the knights of King Rud!

—'If the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold; the threat of the Empire is closing in. We must unite. It's time for a change,' a record of Guardian Frinna's speech.

—An interview with the great inventor Marn Cullen: Miss Furness is a pure atheist, perfectly embodying all the characteristics of an Iris Flower Person; she is a genuine Iris Flower Person hidden among Ansu.

—A spokesperson for the Holy Church publicly stated: Although Mademoiselle Fernina Bonaparte was an atheist, no one was more like a true believer than her; the righteousness and morality of the Father of all things resided in her heart.

—From Brigitte Montlima's memoir, 'Furnessa Bonaparte as I See Her'

—The Hand of Transformation's three warships violated our territorial waters, resulting in the deaths of several fishing boats! The ocean has become a major threat! The governor of the Politics Coast is calling for a strengthening of our fleet; the Ansu are our unquestionable allies!

—The Imperials have crossed the misty mountains! Archon Lost delivered a crushing blow; in the Iris Dictionary, the Imperials were no different from dog shit.

—The discrimination regulations are abolished! The Ministry of the Interior officially issued a notice that all members of the Iris Party have set aside their prejudices, reorganized the council, and called on capable individuals to set aside past grievances and allow the Iris Party to flourish again.

Eleanor felt dizzy looking at it and opened her mouth.

Wow, that's amazing...

That's even more impressive than her achieving a Sequence 6 promotion.

But why didn't you take her with you on such a big trip?

She also wants to be on the front page of the newspaper!

Chapter 228 The Assassin Was Sent by Eleanor to Kill Her Rival

After returning from the Grand Theatre, Tia stayed at her home in Montreal to avoid the limelight, and also made a trip back to Anzu along the way.

But she didn't even dare to return to the Grand Hotel on the banks of the Broken Gold River—now everyone in Mistmoon City knows she is a pure Iris Flower person hiding in Ansu, and a master of opening boxes has even passionately provided the newspaper with information about her staying at the Grand Hotel and her physical characteristics.

As a result, she can no longer go back to Eleanor. Now, when she goes out, she is greeted with shouts of "Furnessa Bonaparte!" and people from all directions stare at her, asking for autographs or even rushing home to get their cameras and ask for photos.

Especially her signature blue-streaked white hair, it's like she's always in a close-up shot when she goes out, it's hard not to recognize her.

This forced Tia to hastily raise the shrine, tell Eleanor, and then run off to her home in Montreal.

This wasn't the first time Tia had been in the news, but the last time she was only in the news, appearing in a few small newspapers in the castle district, her name disappearing as quickly as internet traffic.

But this time is different.

She spent three days at her home in Montreal avoiding the limelight. When she went out, she had to tie her hair up, put on a top hat, a mask, a trench coat, and sit in a carriage before she could have some peace and quiet.

Even so, it still attracted the attention of many idle busybodies.

The fact that Tia has not shown her face at all these past few days, and has been hiding in Brigitte Montreal's mansion, which is known for its unique quirks, has given busybodies and newspaper editors with a journalism background plenty of room for imagination.

In addition, when they heard about the clues about "Furyn Bonaparte" that had been investigated, a whole host of rumors began to circulate.

At first, it was fine. The story was that the real reason the assassin appeared was that the Imperials wanted to kill Frynn, that Frynn was actually the illegitimate daughter of Chairman Ulrich, and that Frynn and Princess Eleanor of Ansu had a very good relationship, etc.

But as human imagination ran wild, it gradually transformed into a legendary plot that even Lian Tia and Brigitte found hard to believe. For example, Frynn ran to Ansu to escape an arranged marriage; Frynn went to the Montreal family because Miss Brigitte was already head over heels for her; the assassin was actually sent by Princess Eleanor to kill her rival…

The complexity of the characters' relationships and the dramatic twists and turns of the plot amazed Tia.

This is also one aspect of the storm that Tia stirred up.

Although the Iris Flower has been turbulent for the past six months, the illusion that it was about to be crushed is false; it is actually gradually stabilizing. Suddenly, an imperial assassin appeared and almost wiped out an entire city's nobles, instantly stirring up a huge uproar.

"Furyn Bonaparte," who fought the assassin head-on and saved all the respectable people in the city, naturally became the center of this storm.

In the tea room of the Montreal family home.

Tia and Brigitte were having tea face to face. Tia didn't particularly like the young lady.

Her personality was vile, her methods despicable, her attitude cold, and she even lusted after her. For whatever reason, Tia had no interest in Brigitte.

But this young lady was indeed very resourceful. By taking advantage of the unexpected situation and the timely, powerful, and overwhelming public opinion campaign, she immediately bound her to the royalist camp.

Whether Tia wants to join the royalist camp or not is now irrelevant. To onlookers, Tia is a natural aristocratic leader.

Tia said, "I need to meet with Marn."

"Does he know you?"

"I don't know him yet—but he'll recognize him once we meet."

“That’s interesting. Marn, you don’t need to worry about him now that he’s just woken up and is still in the hospital. The most important thing right now is to deal with that stupid little thief.”

Brigitte was quite interested in the two elves beside Tia. "Weren't those two transformed spirits sent by you to hunt down the murderer? What happened?"

"Not very good."

Tia picked up her teacup, and Nogi poured her some tea. Nogi then looked at the policewoman whose eyes were wide open like saucers.

Scarlett, sitting upright beside her, declined, saying, "Thank you, Miss Nogi, but there's no need to pour me tea."

Nogi nodded and poured Brigitte another cup of tea.

Tia then said, “Freya and Branna—that is, my two subordinates. They don’t have much experience in tracking enemies, especially since that assassin lady has mastered the ritual of concealing her presence and traces. The Silver Knights are not good at capturing people either; they are better at finding people and killing them directly rather than investigating cases based on clues. In other words, the assassin has actually already escaped.”

"This is very troublesome."

Brigitte frowned slightly. "This could be a threat to the stability of Fogmoon City and to my Montreal family's business."

"You're only worried about the latter, aren't you...?"

"Of course. That was just polite talk, Bonaparte. You'll soon be walking down the Tower Street and in the Palace of Fontainebleau, so you'll have to learn how to talk."

"How to say?"

Brigitte chuckled and said, "Do I really need to tell you that? Of course, it's all about speaking to people in a different language. When you meet a farmer, you talk about the Food Act to raise food prices; when you meet a worker, you talk about the minimum wage; when you meet a factory owner, you talk about taxes; and when you see nobles, you give them a seat at the council."

Tia pouted and said, "Like a chameleon."

"Chameleons? You overestimate them. They're just mangy dogs. When they need support, they wag their tails at everyone, but once they're in power, they bare their teeth and guard their food."

You mean I should be your dog?

“I didn’t say that. Besides, even if you were a dog, you wouldn’t be a mangy one. Look at Funina, how cute she is, tsk tsk tsk. You can wear one if you want, your neck is quite suitable for a collar.”

Brigitte downed her tea in one gulp, licked her lips, and gave a menacing look.

Scarlett had already gripped her longsword.

Tia rejected the idea: "Objection. Brigitte, I told you long ago this was a deal. Now that I've given you what you wanted, what's the price you have to pay?"

"It's boring."

Brigitte looked away, tapping her knuckles rhythmically on the table, and said, “What about Ulrich’s legacy? The coordinates of a nightmare, where Ulrich’s secret treasures are hidden. I’m not quite sure what they are, but they’re related to the great philosopher, and as far as I know, the legacy involves a sanctuary.”

Tia took a deep breath.

Ulrich's estate consists of three parts, as Peter mentioned. These three parts correspond to what she acquired at Sequence 7, Sequence 6, and Sequence 5, respectively.

Sequence 4's soul is completely immersed in the transcendent element, and even Ulrich, who has become a god, cannot interfere with it, therefore there is no Sequence 4.

Brigitte noticed a slight change in Tia's demeanor and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"The web of fate is truly everywhere."

“Of course,” Brigitte said with a self-deprecating laugh. “You and I are both moths caught in the web of fate, and even if we flap our wings, we cannot escape the fate of being stuck on it.”

The two most common paths of prophecy are that of the seer and the revealer. Seers believe that the prophesied future will inevitably happen, therefore they never interfere with it, much less spread it. Revealers, on the other hand, actively seek to bring about change.

Brigitte belongs to the former category.

Tia said, "Then, the deal is done."

"very good."

Brigitte nodded in satisfaction and whispered in Tia's ear.

Chapter 229 Eleanor: What does it mean to be violated by Tia?

Tia received Eleanor's call on the third day.

That evening, she returned to the River Crush Hotel and had a historic meeting with Eleanor—because she was photographed by reporters who had been waiting for her to enter the hotel, and then made the front page of the news again that night.

The title is something like "The Untold Stories Between Guardian Frynn and Princess Eleanor"...

This wasn't the end of it. She had just arrived outside the hotel suite when she knocked on the door a few times.

With a creak, the door opened automatically, and Eleanor sat obediently on the sofa. But what caught everyone's attention was that Ms. Bernice had already prepared ginger tea and was sitting calmly on the sofa, glancing slightly toward the door.

"Come in and sit down."

Ms. Bernice's voice is beyond question.

Tia winked at Eleanor from afar, pleading for help.

What's going on?!

Why is Ms. Bernice here too?

Tia didn't need to think to guess that the lady had recognized her. Scarlett and Eleanor's networks of relationships were both quite simple, and Ms. Bernice could easily deduce who "Furnessa Bonaparte" was with a little reasoning.

Eleanor looked up at the ceiling, her face resembling that of a Slowpoke.

Tia: ......

Taking a deep breath, she gave Eleanor a knowing glare before coming in and sitting obediently next to her, reaching out to pinch Eleanor's waist.

That's outrageous! They actually ambushed me!

Eleanor: o(╥﹏╥)o

Good day, little Sulph.

Good day, madam.

“You seem much more well-mannered now than you were in Ansu. Right?”

The silver-haired Mrs. Bernice poured ginger tea for both of them, then glanced at Eleanor's waist.

Tia quickly withdrew her hand.

Oh no, how can this be seen...?

Ms. Bernice chuckled a few times, pushed the teacup in front of the two of them, and sat down on the sofa. She said in a relaxed tone, "Alright, little Sulph, no need to hide anymore. Let's be frank. What exactly is your purpose in coming to the Iris? Is it related to Eleanor? You're a good girl, and I don't want you to lie."

In the end, the old lady's voice was kind yet dignified, gentle yet strict.

Tia thought for a moment and said carefully, "It's Chairman Ulrich."

Ulrich Bonhoeffer?

Ms. Bernice was somewhat surprised by the name, and then she thought of the file that Roman had submitted to her, which involved some of Roman's conjectures.