Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

The Montreal family is a very powerful and influential family. As Brigitte's handpicked maid and the family's butler, how could Nogi possibly go to fetch ginger tea for Brigitte herself? Are all the waiters at the Grand Hyatt broken in the leg?

To put it another way, unless they were at the Montreal family mansion, Tia had never seen Brigitte and Nogi separated by more than ten steps.

During the few days she stayed at the Montreal family home, Noge would get up from Brigitte's room, perfectly embodying the role of a personal butler.

Taking it a step further, Tia was good at gathering information; she knew Brigitte's period dates—given Brigitte's habits, these weren't her periods, and since it happened at noon, she would definitely order chilled wine and go to the paddock to play polo and work up a sweat, instead of acting like a lady and drinking honey ginger tea, let alone hot tea.

The remaining possibilities are:

Brigitte didn't die at all.

Tia asked, "Where is Nogi now?"

"Uh, she's at the St. Pantheon University Hospital. Miss Bridget's body is there too. Would you like to go and see her?"

Weasley was not of noble birth and was not very clear about Brigitte's quirks, assuming it was Tia mourning her friend.

No, not now.

Tia immediately rejected it.

If Brigitte is really dead, there's no need for her to see it; if she's not dead, there's even less need for her to see it—she must have her own plans for doing so.

She looked at Willie.

Willie muttered, "Spit it out."

The girl chuckled a few times, clasped her hands together, and said to Willie and Weasley, "Bridget's death is very unfortunate news. But those traitors have given us a helping hand by showing up on our own."

Willie's hookah pipe spewed out puffs of white smoke, filling the entire office with a smoky and fermented fruity aroma.

He tacitly instructed Weasley, "Weasley! Tonight, no, later, go to Headquarters and see Mrs. Maitill."

Weasley hesitated. "Is it still about the investigation warrant?"

“An investigation order? Who’s in charge of that now?” Willie threw down his hookah and said, “You go directly to the Department of Internal Affairs on Tower Street with Mrs. Mettil. Remember to bring the evidence the Montellima family provided earlier.”

"Then......"

Willie's dangerous gaze sent a chill down Weasley's spine.

Tia took the knife, casually drew it and twirled it, saying helplessly, "Fate is intertwined and complicated. We are far from King Rude, but very close to the Ouroboros."

"Scarlett, where can true justice be found?"

Scarlett hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

Tia chuckled and patted her on the shoulder.

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All the windows in the corridor were open, and a cool breeze was blowing in after the rain, but Clementine was still covered in sweat and hurried to the office with small steps.

Boom boom boom!

"Come in!"

With just a small crack, Clementine, with her large frame, slipped inside and immediately slammed the door shut behind her.

Durant's expression was more serious than ever before.

Just now, he sent someone to the second precinct in the Castle District to look for Isaac, only to find that Isaac hadn't returned all night, which made him realize that things had gotten serious.

Willie, Maeter, and that Fennine Bonaparte are absolutely lawless!

What are they trying to do? Are they plotting a rebellion?!

If it weren't for the fear of them actually rebelling, Durant would have already deployed the city guards to impose a curfew on the castle district.

The news brought by Clementine made Durant's already somber expression even worse.

Clementine carefully handed over several hastily photocopied documents, which still smelled of ink. The clerk then said tremblingly, "Sir, we've really encountered a serious problem this time. Please take a look..."

The document was so simple that it was nothing more than a written record of his pleading with Miss Bridget at the Montreal house for some "unspeakable things," as well as a batch of special "potions" recently discovered by the Castle District Police Department and the Observatory District Police Department.

Durant paused for a moment, then stood up, walked to his desk, picked up a bottle of chilled white wine, and poured a glass for Clementine.

This terrified Clementine, who trembled all over and slowly drank the ice wine.

After a long pause, Durant finally said, "Clementine."

"Ah! My lord, I'm here!"

"Notify all police inspectors in the Castle District tomorrow."

"Yes, I understand!"

“I haven’t finished speaking, what do you understand?” Durant chuckled. “Tell them all to go to the City Hall conference room and get ready for a meeting.”

Chapter 248 Klitzer's Curse

The basement of Ibn Musa's Stonemasonry Workshop in the Observatory District of Fogmoon City.

Holly curled up in a small corner, blending into the shadows, which covered her like a soft, gentle blanket. In brighter light elsewhere, the unusual "bulge" would be noticeable, but the basement was dimly lit, lit only by oil lamps, making Holly appear perfectly natural in the shadows.

Click! Click!

The sound of a key turning startled Holly awake from her drowsy state.

"Holly, wake up, someone's coming in. I thought no one would ever come to this awful place again, and that witch was right..."

The big dog's voice echoed in Holly's mind, and at that moment, the two of them became one, communicating telepathically.

Holly opened her eyes, bewildered, and said, "Doesn't he have a key? Why isn't he coming in...?"

"Who knows what the people outside are doing? Anyway, you have to ask that witch for money when you get back. Even if not for you, you have to think about me! This place is torture! My God! Is this a place for humans to live? It's damp, cold, dark, and as small as a pigeon coop. Cockroaches crawl everywhere. It's more disgusting than the deep sea!"

"Isn't this a bad idea?"

Holly felt it was unethical to raise prices halfway through the process.

No sooner had she finished speaking than the iron door to the basement creaked open and two young men walked in, complaining all the while. Holly immediately stopped her whispered conversation with Big Dog and shrank into the shadows, keeping a close eye on the two men.

They were two young men who looked to be in their early twenties. Their faces were dark, like those of fishermen who had been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time. Their long-sleeved shirts and trousers, which were typical of Fogmoon City, did not reveal any particular features.

One of the young men walked in, picked up a snakeskin bag, and hurriedly began tidying up the bottles and jars on the workbench.

"Sigh! There's absolutely no need to recycle these things. We wouldn't have used Master Ibn's things anyway..."

"Why are you making such a fuss? The chef said to take it back, so just take it back. Do you still want your smoked bacon?"

"Hey, I didn't say I was quitting. I don't want to be fired, I still have fifteen years of mortgage payments to make..."

"That's settled then, get to work. Damn! Why did you just stuff that golden rod into your pocket?"

"I need to pay my loan!"

"Damn it, leave some for me."

After a noisy commotion, the two young men filled two large sacks with snakeskin bags, and only left hastily after confirming that there was nothing worth recycling.

But as soon as they left the basement, a shadow, barely perceptible to the naked eye, suddenly flashed into their shadows.

The two men left the villa, looked around, and then headed towards the port in the dark to retrieve their loot.

The port area was distinctive—it was Holly's old home, and it was full of filth, stench, and pungent things, which Holly remembered vividly.

Holly, hidden in their shadows, made a vague assessment of her surroundings:

This looks like the road to the dock.

The bright lights and bustling activity in the distance confirmed this.

The port area is not very safe. The only place with lights on late at night is the area closest to the dock—because there are two police stations there that are barely functional, although the police inspectors' main job is to protect the safety of tax collectors and accept protection money from various merchant ships.

To some extent, they are parasitic on the local thugs; it's a case of police and criminals being one family.

As you get closer to her, you can smell the strong aroma of toasted bread, smoked bacon, and a mixture of sweat and the pungent, sweet smell of cheap lead-based cosmetics.

There were also all sorts of drunken swearing that Holly found utterly tiresome.

The drunken patrons groped the waiters' backsides, spitting everywhere, instantly drawing a lot of laughter.

"Oh, miss, your butt is as hard as the garlic bread that's been sitting on my boat for three days and three nights! And your wine, it doesn't even taste as good as my underpants that I didn't dry yesterday..."

"Fuck you, I'm a fucking man! You ill-mannered bitch, you piece of shit, believe me or not I'll chop your hand off later!"

"Oh, miss, don't say that. It's the same all over the ship."

“I@￥%……＆”

The two young men had barely entered the tavern when they angrily confronted the drunkard.

Holly had no interest in the drunkards' spiel and simply slipped away from the crowd, wandering into the shadowy corners that were ubiquitous in the tavern.

In the blink of an eye—she saw the chubby boss in a white chef's uniform, holding a silver platter, twitch his beard.

This person is dangerous!

Radu Klitzer, the owner of the White Blackbird Tavern, was a chubby prophet, but his sharply downturned lips gave him a somewhat unapproachable air.

"Sayyid! Tarfa! What are you two standing there for? Come help in the kitchen!"

Two young men, cursing under their breath, ran over carrying bags.

In the kitchen.

The firewood in the oven was crackling and burning brightly, and piles of minced pork next to it had just been taken out of the oven, drizzled with syrup and emitting an enticing sweet aroma. In the cabinet next to it were plates of salted bacon—this stuff was more expensive than the minced meat, so it had to be handled carefully.

As Klitzer added fuel to the fire in the oven, he said, "Don't bother with those drunkards. Have you taken everything back?"

"Chef Klitzer is here!"

"But chef... to be honest, you don't really need any of these things..."

Klitzer glanced at the two young men and said, “Ibn Musa is not only a fellow disciple of Ulrich, but he is also a Celestial. He was born a Celestial and will be a Celestial for life. Celestial things, whether useful or not, should not be left to the Iris people, much less to the Empire people.”

The two young men shut their mouths.

They grew up in the iris-filled world and have little sense of belonging to their motherland.

Klitzer scoffed, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. These things are for ceremonies, and it's not convenient for us in the Iris region to go out and buy these things."

"ceremony?"

The two got excited. They hadn't even stepped into the extraordinary world yet, mainly because Klitzer's personality was too dull and too steady—the Wisdom Palace sent him here to manage the base, and he actually came to manage the base.

They operated for five years and their smoked bacon technique was unparalleled in the port area.

"Can we see him, chef?!"

"Let me show you..."

Klitzer chuckled, "It's not entirely impossible."

After saying that, he picked up a cleaver. The cleaver, forged from fine steel, had layers of patterns on its surface, and the sharpened blade shimmered with a faint light.

Holly, hidden in the shadows, almost immediately sensed the danger emanating from the eerie light.

"Watch out, Holly, it's cursed... Holy crap! Run!"

Before the big dog could finish speaking, Holly rushed towards the kitchen door, but she was too slow; the cleaver flew from Klitsch's hand.

—Sizzle!

The two young men were stunned as a large dark shadow flashed past them.

Klitzer didn't care whether Holly had run away or not. He picked up the bloodstained blade, licked his lips, and tasted the blade. "Tender hind leg meat, but it's a bit lacking in succulence. It's not really suitable for making bacon. And it's a Sequence 6 unsheathed blade... This doesn't seem like something the Internal Affairs Department would do."

"Is it Frynn Bonaparte? Said!"

"Chef DaDaDa, I'm here!"

The young man named Said was so frightened that his legs went weak.

That thing that just flew by couldn't possibly be a person! He'd never seen anyone run that fast and be that dark-skinned before!

It must be a ghost!

Klitzer asked, "After you brought Santis back from the banks of the Broken Gold River, didn't he go to the Grand Theatre of the Sparrow's Tail? Has he come back from the play?"

Said said fearfully, "No, Mr. Santis said that after he dealt with the Montreal family, he would first transport the potion out..."

"Oh, that's his style. Of the three leaders of the Hand of Transformation, he, Dragon Hunter Santis, is the most pragmatic. Since he's willing to transport the potions out, let him do it. We can also prepare to leave."