Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

"Hmm? Who is it?"

“Uh…” the guard said with some surprise, “It’s Miss Funina Bonaparte.”

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It is late at night.

Two kilometers east of St. Pansen University, the city hall.

Clementine carefully opened the door for Durant.

Durant was in a very bad mood. There was still no word from the Department of Internal Affairs—which made things even more intriguing.

"Clementine, bring me that document downstairs."

Upon hearing this request, Clementine broke out in a cold sweat and said tremblingly, "Sir, are you sure you want to bring it up?"

"Okay, bring it up."

Clementine shuddered and quickly went downstairs to retrieve the documents, laying them flat on the table with a pen on top.

Durant said, "You can leave now."

"Yes! Yes! My lord!"

Clementine had just left. An untimely knock came at the office door.

Boom boom boom!

"Come in."

A man with thick eyebrows and large eyes from the Arabian region entered, bowed, and said in heavily accented Mandarin, "Your Excellency, our boss would like to give you a chance."

Durant chuckled and said, "I know—you guys came by this evening."

"Have you made up your mind now?"

"Consider? Look at this thing!"

Durant picked up the document mobilizing the city guards.

The Celestials were immediately satisfied and respectfully said, "You are a wise gentleman. You can take advantage of the chaos tomorrow to leave the city, then take a boat south to sea, and we will provide you with political asylum from the Empire and Celestials."

"I hope so. I haven't put all my eggs in one basket; I still have a chance to gamble."

"Then I wish you good luck in your military campaigns. I won't stay any longer."

That day, the man bowed his head, offered his blessing, closed the door, and quickly left, pressing himself against the wall.

Once he was certain that the Arabian man had completely left, Durant lowered his eyes and sneered.

To hell with good fortune in war!

To hell with political asylum!

It's uncertain whether he can leave Mistmoon City. If he leaves late, the Castle District and the Ministry of the Interior might join forces and come to his house!

Durant immediately opened a drawer, took out a lighter, and burned the transfer documents. Then he took out a piece of paper marked in bright red with the message that the Arabian spy wanted to escape by boat, folded it, and put it back in the drawer.

"Bah! You Arabians, you Imperials, only a fool would die with you!"

Durant reached for his treasured knight's sword, then took a pistol and a few checks and tucked them into his pocket. He looked out at the dark street outside the window.

"Governor Lost certainly won't protect me. I'm likely to run into knights from Saint Engard in the south, so I need to head east... The mountain tribes are divided into numerous regimes, and the Ministry of the Interior can't penetrate deep enough. I just need to get on the train to the eastern border. But I have to get out of the city first; I can't go through the port. Let me think of other contingency plans. There are still gangs and spies planted in the Cross District slums..."

Before he could finish his thought, Durant suddenly shouted, "Clementine!"

Crunch!

The portly clerk stumbled in, trembling, and cried out in fear, "Sir! I'm here!"

Durant laughed and said, "Don't be so afraid, my dear Clementine."

"Go and prepare for the Castle District Police meeting at City Hall at 7:00 this morning. I'm going to rest in my office for a while."

Chapter 251 Tia's Redemption and Her Right-Hand Man

Without waiting for Clementine, Scarlett, under Tia's arrangement, stormed into City Hall with the superintendents to arrest Durant.

This is a bit risky – the Castle District Police Department hasn’t yet received a warrant to investigate.

Tia's purpose in coming to St. Pantheon was also for this: firstly, to test the intentions of Minister Milke and his accomplice Jeremiah, who had been waiting with her at the St. Pantheon College for almost two hours; and secondly, to buy Scarlett and the others time.

But unexpectedly.

Jeremiah surprisingly cooperated with her actions, completely condoning all her behavior. Moreover, Minister Milke was also willing to cooperate, even granting her many demands that could be considered presumptuous.

Four hours later, just as dawn was breaking, Tia heard a series of creaking and groaning sounds from a carriage on the distant street, and knew that the demolition of the city hall had been successfully completed.

Although she anticipated that arresting Durant wouldn't be difficult, the process was so smooth it was almost unbelievable, so Tia immediately took her leave and returned to the Broken Gold River Hotel.

Eleanor never wakes up at this hour, so Tia went straight to disturb the old lady. Ms. Bernice opened the door for Tia with a speechless expression.

The elderly woman brewed Tia some hot tea for the morning and asked, "Didn't you go to St. Pantheon to see President Jeremiah?"

Tia froze as soon as she took the teacup, then looked up at Bernice and said, "You even know this?"

Ms. Bernice smiled warmly at Tia and let out a hearty laugh.

“Little Sulph, I know roughly what you’ve been up to in Mistmoon City lately, and I know your whereabouts especially well.”

That's insane!

She's been staying at the police station all this time. How did you Ansu people manage to monitor her whereabouts so easily?

Bernice didn't want to explain much about the matter and asked directly, "What do you think of the current situation?"

"It's a sure thing."

“Sometimes confidence is a good thing. But little Sulph, I have to remind you that you are facing the combined forces of the Empire and the Celestials. You have to be careful. If I’m not mistaken, there are at least two Sequence 5s among them. It will be difficult for you to handle them alone.”

"Then you're mistaken, ma'am." The young woman was about to pick up her cup to drink tea when she took a sip of the milk she had stirred, which hadn't been properly mixed. Her smile grew even sweeter.

Two sequences of 5? No way!

This time, the Empire, or rather the Hand of Transformation, went all out. According to the materials provided by that senior, the one who came this time was "Dragon Hunter" Santis, one of the three giants of the Hand of Transformation.

He was a Sequence 4 Antimony Warlock, whose famous feat was wiping out the Dragon Cult, which was entrenched in the snowy mountains of the northern part of the empire, twenty-two years ago. In that battle, he captured at least several hundred fully armed cult members who were equipped with firearms, machine guns, and 76mm armored cannons, three Sequence 5 bishops whose faces were completely transformed and who seemed to have undergone genetic ascension, and a thirteen-year-old girl who carried a pseudo-divine spirit.

Ironically, this false god Tia had even met Lilith, the Silver Frost Dragon who had guided her through the Sequence 9 ascension ceremony. Santis also earned the title of "Dragon Hunter."

Judging from this record, this Sequence 4 Antimony Sorcerer is no less powerful than a Sequence 3 Sorcerer.

The good news is that he has already left Mistmoon City, leaving only one Sequence 5...

“I can deal with superhumans now, and I’ve already prepared countermeasures. The most urgent thing is to capture Durant; I still have a deal with him.”

"Durant? To be honest, I don't really recommend getting rid of him. After all, he's still somewhat cooperative, and at least he's quite capable, so he won't cause chaos in Mistmoon City."

Ms. Bernice raised an eyebrow, glanced at the newspaper, and casually remarked, "Whether they are Iris people or Anzu people, as isolated individuals, they can always maintain their rationality. But once they form a group, they will abandon their rationality and standards in pursuit of group identity and even those ethereal things, exchanging their brains or even their buttocks for those pathetic feelings of security and belonging."

"It's poignant, though. But Durant is a smart man; he knows how to manage this kind of group identity, and at least he can use it to keep the Iris Party afloat. Did you think about what would happen after you got rid of him? Are you capable of taking over this position?"

Tia said while sipping her tea:

"You are absolutely right. Isolated individuals are always rational, but as long as they come together, courage, passion, and strength surge up from nowhere. As long as there is a leader who steps forward, they can provoke the public to do one thing after another."

"Sometimes you don't even need a leader; just a slogan is enough to drive people crazy. Then we can sit behind and do whatever we want with them, like a shepherd herding sheep. The sheep are happily driven to graze and even contribute wool to the shepherd. Taking on this job definitely requires a lot of determination, whether you genuinely love the flock or are simply doing it to harvest the wool."

"Therefore, I feel that I am not suitable for this position, just as Chairman Ulrich made with me. My job is merely to bridge the divisions or act as a shadow, rather than to go out of my way to make it thrive. I have chosen someone more suitable for this job."

—And you personally delivered this person.

Tia kept these words to herself.

She herself lacked political talent, or rather, the ability to simultaneously manage politics and cultivate extraordinary skills. Therefore, she needed someone to assist her in this regard, and that person was Scarlett.

Scarlett is like a brick; she can be moved wherever she's needed.

Of course, Scarlett doesn't possess exceptional political talent; otherwise, she wouldn't have gone to the police force but would have become a social activist. However, political ability can be cultivated, and Scarlett is capable of learning. More importantly, she has the determination to shepherd—this is crucial.

“But first you have to deal with your current situation, little Sulph,” Ms. Bernice said with a smile. “I won’t help you. You’ll have to figure that out yourself.”

"Of course—I remember Ansu's research vessel is about to enter the port, right?"

"Not long. It's a ship converted from a Navy frigate. Why are you asking about this? That little nun? Little Sulph, I'm not trying to be mean, but you need to be careful, especially with matters of the heart."

Ms. Bernice couldn't help but complain about this issue.

Ansu had a research vessel set sail in July, and Vera was on board. Vera had taken a vacation at the beginning of July; Annie had previously filled out a position for her as a ship's chaplain so she could avoid Avalon and advance her career at sea.

Originally, the ship was supposed to take a trip around the Sea of ​​Ansu and then head south to the Land of the Seven Seas. However, the southern part of the Sea of ​​Ansu was unusually rough and showed no signs of calming down anytime soon. So the research team decided to make an academic visit to Iris City and ended up in Fogmoon City after a long and winding journey.

Vera was completely dumbfounded after her promotion. Not to mention that she was a complete landlubber, even if she could swim, she couldn't swim back to Ansu. She ended up on a ship to Mistmoon City in a daze.

This will probably delay my studies.

It's all a matter of timing and fate.

But Ms. Bernice thought it was outrageous.

What are you, a nun, doing on the ship, and even traveling all this way to visit Iris Flower Garden? Iris Flower Garden doesn't need any support from priests lately, and even if it did, it wouldn't need a student like you!

After thinking it over, Bernice suddenly realized.

Oh, so they've come to see Sulph—that's infuriating!

Bernice plans to call Eleanor over one day and talk to her about this matter in detail, so that she will not fall into the clutches of treacherous officials.

However, Tia said, "The port will be under strict lockdown for the next two days, and no one will be allowed to enter or leave the port. You can use the ritual to contact the priests who have disembarked and ask them to dock nearby for supplies during these two days."

"Wait... the port is under strict lockdown, even entry and exit are prohibited, is it that serious? What are you planning to do?"

Before Bernice could finish speaking, there was a loud knocking on the door.

She opened the door and saw a pastor from the church. The pastor said in a low voice, "Madam, is Miss Bonaparte in the Grand Hotel? A young lady who claims to be the butler of the Montreal family has come downstairs and wants to meet with Miss Bonaparte."

Chapter 252 Cover the cat's ears

Seeing that it was someone who had specifically asked for Tia's name again, Ms. Bernice gave the white-haired girl a meaningful look and waved her hand to let her pass.

Nogi was standing on the riverbank outside the hotel, showing no signs of being delirious or confused. She was neither sad nor depressed; on the contrary, she stood straight with her signature business smile on her face and appeared to be in excellent health. Tia did not see any wounds from a distance.

A luxuriously decorated carriage—without auxiliary wheels—was parked by the river.

Just as Tia reached Nogi's side, she heard a chugging sound. Then, with a snap! A white wine bottle, glistening with water droplets and entirely green, tapped against the car window, and was then tossed about in an arc like a dog urinating on the ground, splashing into the River of Broken Gold.

Tia could guess with a snap of her fingers which bastard was sitting in that car.

Brigitte Montlima!

Nogi was visibly embarrassed.

“Miss Bonaparte, our young lady is in the carriage... Please come up to see her.”

Tia took a deep breath to calm herself down after seeing the dog urinating everywhere. She boarded the carriage and saw Brigitte with bandages wrapped around her forehead, left arm, chest, and navel in the large carriage.

Upon seeing Tia, Bridget immediately said, "Stop letting your little officer continue searching City Hall; Durant isn't even there."

Tia's gaze sharpened, realizing something was wrong, and she ignored the mysterious question of whether Brigitte was dead or not.

"Is there a problem with the city hall?"

"A problem? Bah! That kid ran away in the middle of the night! If Nogi hadn't run fast, I almost wouldn't have caught him. There's only that poor bastard Warden Clementine in City Hall right now, what good would it do to arrest him? He's right here, right here... Nogi!"

Brigitte reached into her pocket with her still-intact right hand, looking utterly dejected. "Why isn't it here?!"

Tia didn't understand and asked in confusion, "You blew up the apple?"

"What nonsense are you spouting! I didn't have any to begin with. If I had big breasts, my chest wouldn't have been blown up so badly! Wait, that's not the point!"

She had written everything before she left, but she forgot to put the envelope she was going to give to Fennine Bonaparte inside!

Damn Imperials, the bomb blew her brain out, unforgivable!

"Nogi, get in here!"

"I'm here, Miss!"

Nogi quickly peeked out, completely bewildered, wondering what her young mistress was up to this time.

Bridget said, "Tell me Durant's location now!"