Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Taverns, black markets, red-light districts, carriage rental shops...

Under Willie's command, most of the streets in the castle district were completely blocked off. Except for the main thoroughfares that were necessary for passage, the remaining officers from the three police stations and twelve squads, along with priests and knights, swept through the castle district street by street.

The local tyrants in the Castle District and Chief Isaac, who was stationed far away in the Second Precinct, initially thought it was a genuine search for spies.

But as time went on, Chief Isaac of the Second Precinct realized that things seemed to be going wrong.

We set off at dawn and continued until dusk.

Leaving aside the Imperial spies and such, Willie took the opportunity to thoroughly clean up the security situation in the castle district.

In just one day, he dealt with seven underground illegal organizations and their hundreds of thugs, as well as more than 300 registered suspects. The remaining local thugs were all forced into submission by Willie's force, paying a large sum of "security fees" to the police station and thus surviving.

After all, the citizens, the authorities, and the underground forces form a stable triangle, and Willie doesn't want to disrupt that balance unnecessarily.

However, he was still happy to deal with some of the more troublesome ones.

If you can't deal with the Imperials, you can at least deal with me, right?

But by the evening of the following day, things had changed. Willie, with a stern face and carrying the special potion he'd seized in an underground black market, hurriedly sent someone to find Tia.

"Officer, something's happened?"

Tia had just descended into the Feast Party when she was woken up by Eleanor, and outside the door was Weasley, Willie's subordinate.

Weasley composed himself for a moment and then said, “Lord Bonaparte, the problem arose during the search for spies.”

"No results found?"

Tia was not surprised.

It's normal that they didn't find anything. Mistmoon City isn't a sieve, and the Empire isn't stupid. How could they find a spy so easily? Besides, she never expected to find a spy in the first place.

Weasley said with a serious expression:

"No, Lord Bonaparte, we really have caught them."

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At this very moment, at the Second Precinct of the Castle District.

Senior Inspector and Precinct Chief Isaac secretly met with Clementine, the clerk.

This clerk had previously served as a prison warden, but for some reason, he was suddenly ordered to suspend his duties by name by the Ministry of the Interior. Later, through the efforts of Governor Casco Durant, he was able to take a sinecure position as a clerk in the city hall.

Isaac said with a worried look, "Mr. Clementine, you must help us!"

The portly Clementine, still confused about the situation, sat on the sofa like a wild boar, grunting, "Director Isaac, why did you suddenly call me here? What do you mean by helping you or not helping you?"

"Please listen to me first. Do you know Willie?"

"What happened to your colleague at that branch office?" Clementine was confused.

Ithaca said irritably, "He's searching for spies now! He just caught an assassin not long ago, and now he suspects there are more spies in the castle district!"

Clementine sprang to his feet like a wild boar, exclaiming in surprise, "This is too reckless! What if we actually catch them?"

"That's what I think too! Listen to me first, that Willie is really audacious! He's not only searching for spies, but he's also using the opportunity of arresting some Imperial spies to almost completely sideline the police station!"

"Then go find your bureau chief. Besides, this isn't that serious... Look how scared you are."

Clementine wiped the sweat from his brow.

He thought they were really going to catch spies, but it turned out to be internal strife, which gave him a fright.

It's no big deal. These young people these days really are...

Isaac's voice suddenly rose, filled with anguish as he spoke:

“I’ve thought about it too! But, Mr. Scribe, our Director Madame Matilda is a pure scholar. How could she possibly know how despicable a man like Willy is! And to tell you the truth, he has also received help from Funina Bonaparte, and now, with the help of that Anzu man, he has almost completely taken control of the entire castle district!”

“You must understand, all of our work depends on Lord Durant’s wise governance. But now those officers are already basking in the glory of their achievements in hunting down spies and fighting crime. If this continues, they’ll probably only know Willie Francesco and not Lord Durant!”

Clementine's fat face jiggled as he muttered:

"Is it that serious?"

This sounds terrible, like Willie is about to start a civil war.

However, Director Isaac was clearly exaggerating and embellishing the story; he was probably just desperate to protect his power, which is why he spoke so recklessly.

Clementine's small eyes darted around, but she still said, "Director Isaac, I will report this to Lord Durant truthfully. But please don't be nervous now. Everything will be fine once Lord Durant finds out."

"Thank you so much!"

Isaac burst into tears, quickly hugged the wild boar, and slipped the check into Clementine's pocket.

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Just three kilometers away from Isaac's Second Precinct, there was a luxuriously decorated office on the second floor of the Castle District Headquarters.

Mrs. Mettil, dressed in a black tuxedo-style police uniform with irises, was working on a series of documents at her desk, with a warm cup of coffee beside her.

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

Mrs. Maitill looked up and saw Superintendent Weasley, dressed neatly and with a serious expression, enter the room and give a swift and decisive salute.

Behind the efficient superintendent, a young woman with white-streaked hair, leaning on her cane, took off her hat in salute.

Weasley introduced her: "Madam, this is Miss Funina Bonaparte."

"Ah, I've known about you for a long time, Miss Bonaparte. Seeing is believing; you are even more beautiful than you are in the newspapers."

“Thank you for your compliment. But madam, I think Superintendent Weasley has more important matters to attend to.”

Tia put down her cane, sat down in a chair, and looked at Weasley.

Weasley leaned close to Mrs. Maitill's ear and whispered, "Madam, we've found a batch of potions that the Interior Ministry is cracking down on."

Chapter 242 As if in a dream

"Potion... Ah, what potion?"

Mrs. Metyl was lost in thought when she heard the word; how long had it been since she last heard it? She figured she hadn't encountered anything like it since leaving the academy.

After thinking for a while, Mrs. Mettil remembered that some time ago, the Ministry of the Interior had gone so far as to send customs and army ships and warehouses to search one by one.

She looked at the two of them in surprise, her brow furrowing. "Weasley, and you mean you really caught a spy?"

"My God, unbelievable! I thought Willie was just too eager for a promotion! That chubby guy—I told him I'm retiring soon, he doesn't need to be in such a hurry."

Weasley looked slightly embarrassed.

Your guess was quite accurate...

Where did you find it?

“I can answer this question on behalf of Superintendent Weasley.”

Tia winked at Madame de Metill, who waved her hand and said, "Please speak."

"It was in the Pentapod Lizard Tavern, which is located in the Castle District adjacent to the Observatory District. The owner of this tavern is a merchant from the Celestial Merchant Guild. They were urgently moving that batch of potions in an attempt to smuggle them out of Mistmoon City."

"But unexpectedly, because Inspector Richard of the Observatory District was my friend, this shipment was intercepted by Inspector Richard when it entered the Observatory District. Inspector Richard immediately communicated with Chief Willie and confirmed that the shipment came from these Tianfang people."

Tia picked up two bottles of potions and showed them to Madam Metil. The two bottles of potions, once opened, emitted a strong cinnamon scent.

Mrs. Meyer was already mostly convinced and quickly asked, "Has the criminal been caught?"

“I’m sorry, madam. Just as we were trying to break through to the Pentapod Lizard, everyone in this tavern was killed. The priests’ tests showed that their spirituality was drained and sacrificed in an instant, which is like the method of the prophets of the Palace of Wisdom.”

Weasley's addition made the lady's face even more unpleasant.

This is practically a premeditated crime!

To prevent information leaks, these criminals even resorted to extreme measures like murder to silence witnesses, demonstrating that this batch of drugs truly contained extraordinary secrets.

Weasley said in a low voice, "Madam, should we make this public?"

"Need not."

Mrs. Maitill stood up, her chest heaving as she took several deep breaths, and slowly paced back and forth, saying, "Now that we've really caught the spy, the significance of this matter has become far greater, Weasley, Miss Bonaparte. Creating tension is fine, but we must not let the city descend into panic."

"Then should we launch a covert investigation?"

"No, no need. Let's submit it to the City Hall and then report it to the Department of the Interior—Does Governor Durant understand?"

Irises naturally have their own process.

In Iris, to file a report or petition, one must go through a series of steps: first to the relevant department, then to the municipal council of each county, then to the municipal council of Mist Moon City, and finally to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Tia shook her head and said, "I don't recommend informing President Durant about this."

Mrs. Meyer asked in surprise, "Because of your personal feud with President Durant?"

That's a bit offensive.

Tia tapped her cane lightly on the ground and said, “That’s not all. Miss Bridget of the Montreal family gave me a reliable piece of information. Governor Durant accepted bribes from these Celestial merchants and helped them transport a ship full of potions to Mistmoon City.”

"Including these potions?" Lady Meyer's expression changed slightly.

In her memory, Governor Durant was a very capable person. Under his governance, Mistmoon City, while not perfectly orderly, was at least slowly recovering. Moreover, he was a very honest and amiable administrator who did not cause any major trouble during his tenure.

But transporting this batch of potions, which was under strict scrutiny by the Ministry of the Interior...

Is Durant out of his mind to take charge?!

Especially now, with the council about to reconvene, if Administrator Durant really causes any major trouble, the governorship of Mistmoon City will likely be replaced immediately...

Mrs. Meyer said incredulously, "I can help you report this matter to the Ministry of the Interior in secret, but I have been away from the Society for a long time, and I have little influence in the Ministry of the Interior. I can't guarantee how effective it will be."

“Your help already meets all my expectations, madam.”

Tia bowed again.

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The discovery of this batch of potions was unexpected for Tia. The last time she found these potions was when she first arrived in Mistmoon City.

But soon these potions and the rituals that Anne discovered at Saint Laurent's Holy Dance disappeared without a trace.

The goods did not disappear completely; nearly two thousand bottles were intercepted this time alone. As for those that were not intercepted and flowed into the market, Tia estimated that she couldn't count them all.

This matter has really blown up!

Her investigation was tantamount to hitting the nail on the head for those true traitors. Whether it was the Transformation Hand or Durant, once they realized that the potion had been leaked, they would definitely launch a crazy revenge and counterattack against her.

This was something that couldn't be undone, and of course, Tia didn't regret it.

However, she is not a player who likes to strike back after being attacked. Rather than launching a counterattack after being hit, she is good at nipping danger in the bud before the enemy can launch an attack.

Having just left the castle district police station, Tia hailed a public carriage.

She has nowhere to fight the Transformer and the real Imperial spies; trying to outwit them is like hitting the air.

But that governor, Durant....

Tia was quite familiar with this person.

Even Durant is on her adversary list—she still owes Holly a debt she hasn't paid off.

If handled well, this could very well be an opportunity.

Just as she was thinking this, the carriage came to a stop in front of Tia. It was a high-end carriage made of walnut wood, with two horses running side by side, and even a steam-powered auxiliary wheel at the rear of the carriage.

As she boarded the carriage, the ride swayed and rocked, and Tia's thoughtful face revealed no particular meaning.

The driver gripped the reins tightly and, noticing Tia deep in thought behind him, kindly reminded her, "Little girl, the sky doesn't look too good; it looks like it's about to rain. Would you like to buy an umbrella on the way?"

Tia then came to her senses and heard the sound of rain pattering outside, but it wasn't very loud; at least it was just making a sound against the window.

"Thank you for your kindness, but it would be better if you could just take me to the Suijinhe Hotel."

"Sigh, you young people are sometimes like this, not taking care of your health. It's a little embarrassing to say, but you really resemble my brother's daughter, not just your features, even your hair is exactly the same. Seeing you feels quite familiar. She's a top student; if she were in China, given the current situation, she might be doing quite well. It's a pity, even if she went abroad, the work she does is quite dangerous; it's better for her to stay in China..."

"Danger?" Raindrops dripped outside the carriage door. Tia looked at the seated driver and asked in confusion, "What kind of dangerous profession does she work in?"

"Ah! No, no!"