Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

The raven, carrying the sword of victory in its beak, landed on the windowsill of the hospital's intensive care unit and tilted its head to look at the people inside.

The real spy, Adjutant Codd, whose injuries have been relieved, lies unconscious in bed receiving intravenous fluids. On the other side is Holly, who is in so much pain from poisoning that she can't eat anything, and Marn Cullen, who is lying in a wheelchair pretending to be Stephen Hawking.

And the only able-bodied person who just arrived in the ward, the Great Guardian, the Grand Commander of the Castle District, the pure Iris Flower People hiding in Anzu, the senior strategic partner of the Montellima family, the conscience of the Anzu people, the friend of Princess Eleanor, the current director of the Newport Bay Area Defense Bureau who has not been seen for two months, and the long-sleeping witch, Fernina Bonaparte.

In an instant, the ward was filled with distinguished guests, young and old alike.

Holly lay on the bed, stammering and at a loss.

"Head Nurse! Holly has wet the bed again. Can you come and take care of her?"

Marn shouted to call the nurse, then looked at Tia in surprise and said, "You've been admitted to the hospital too?"

"Is your leg lame? Or is your arm broken? Let me tell you, my driving skills are top-notch now."

Marn smugly pressed his arm down, and the wheelchair bounced up on one side with a few thuds, spinning 720° in front of Tia with one wheel supporting it on the ground.

"color!"

Tia was amazed by the performance and clapped her hands, but she said, "They came looking for Holly; the curse on her hasn't been lifted yet."

"Of course, a curse set up by a Sequence Five prophet isn't so easy to dispel. But luckily, that raven scared the prophet away. Are you here to deal with the curse?"

Marn knew about Tia's abilities.

With such a huge sanctuary in the deep sea, dealing with a curse must be a piece of cake for you!

Holly had just been carried out by the nurse to have her sheets and diaper changed and came back. When she saw Tia, her face was flushed, and she looked a little shy. But when she heard about the curse, the girl perked up.

Marn said, "What are you planning to do? With a ritual? Teach me a thing or two."

He coveted the mystical knowledge of the deep sea.

During this time, he had almost finished studying the fragments of the secret manual that the Empire had given him, and felt that he was capable again.

Tia smiled and said, "There's no ritual or technique involved. Just kill the prophet and the curse will resolve itself."

Marn choked before he could even utter a sound.

This method is indeed crude and powerful.

Of course, he can't learn it either.

Tia opened the window, took the Victory Sword that the raven was carrying, and handed it directly to Holly.

Holly held the sword, at a loss.

But Marn had a very sharp eye and felt that the sword looked surprisingly familiar.

"Solomon's sword of victory?"

"Yes."

"Isn't this thing in Ibn Musa's hands? What? It got into your hands? No, Ibn Musa is also one of your followers?"

"mistake--"

Tia denied it, saying, "However, Mr. Iben's classmate, President Ulrich, did make some deals with me. I received a portion of his inheritance."

"Ibn Musa again, and Teacher Ulrich again! What kind of world is this? I, his disciple, haven't even received my teacher's inheritance!"

Marn's voice was laced with sarcasm as he took advantage of the situation, saying, "So, are you considered my junior? From now on, I'll call you 'Witch,' and you can call me 'Senior Marn.' We'll each be our own."

Tia glanced at the great inventor with a smile, and Marn immediately raised his hands in surrender and kept quiet about the matter.

This is called "circumstances being beyond one's control".

But Marne pointed out, "The sword of victory can indeed deliver a fatal blow to that prophet—your sword is afflicted with calamity?"

"What is the name of this poison?"

Tia was not very familiar with these alchemical toxins.

Marne said, “Then it seems I was right. But have you ever considered that the prophet could have predicted this attack? He might have prepared something in advance to dodge it or block it.”

“I know that for sure. So the purpose of the Victory Sword is not to kill people.”

Tia rubbed Holly's head, and Holly felt the warmth of Tia's palm, which made her feel very comfortable.

"So what are you doing this for?"

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“Klitzer has withdrawn from the Whitehawk Tavern to evade our search. We only found two young men with Arabian blood at the scene. Inspector Weasley, please take a look.”

At the port area docks, Scarlett followed Weasley to blockade the port, while waiting for Navy Captain Norpheus to come and meet them.

Police and motorcyclists were everywhere on the main roads around the docks, driving away pedestrians and merchants who remained on the streets and setting up roadblocks to prevent them from passing.

Scarlett was somewhat puzzled by Colonel Norpheus's backup plan.

The Iris Navy is quite unique. Unlike Ansu, which originated from the Royal Privateering Fleet (i.e., pirates), the Iris Navy is divided into two parts: one part is a small-scale transport fleet along the coast and inland waterways of the border region, which is directly under the jurisdiction of the border region.

The other part of the true Iris Navy was developed from the Customs Self-Defense Force, whose main function was to defend against pirates and secondarily to combat smuggling.

Scarlett guessed that Colonel Norpheus must be from the Customs Department.

Logically, customs officers should be stationed in the port area, so they should arrive quickly. However, she had been at the port for almost two hours and had seen customs officers in helmets, but still no sign of Colonel Nofice...

"Miss Scarlett! Please move aside."

As Scarlett was pondering, Superintendent Weasley, accompanied by two officers, emerged from the Whitehawk Tavern carrying a heavy, clattering case of liquor.

Weasley, a rigid and serious man, now even had a smile on his face as he congratulated Scarlett, "You've finally achieved something, Miss Scarlett! A whole case of three hundred bottles of potions."

"It's a pity that Klitzer got away—by the way, Miss Scarlett, hasn't the naval captain arrived yet? I think the customs officers have already come."

"Oh dear? Customs has arrived? But no one has come to meet me yet."

"Yes, they're over there coordinating with the other superintendents. Why hasn't the colonel arrived yet?"

Weasley frowned, displeased. "Have the naval officers and generals degenerated to this extent? What the newspapers said is really true. How can the navy fight like this? It's one thing if they can't fight at sea, but when they're on land, they're so slow and inefficient. At this rate, we might as well rely entirely on the Ansu people!"

Just as Scarlett was about to say something, a sailing warship with its bow raised high and three thick masts erected, slowly sailing towards them with the south wind, as the river rose and the broad surface of the Broken Gold River met the horizon.

Her 68-meter length and three-tiered gun deck, equipped with 108 cast-iron rifled cannons, were a smug warning to surrounding ships of the deterrent power she still possessed in the era of ironclad warships.

This river-specialized sailing warship, named "Knight," was once a mainstay of the Iris Navy. Ten years ago, it was decommissioned for naval training and river patrols, and its main task became deterring smuggling trade on the Suijin River waterway.

Although the trained navy was still largely ineffective in combat and didn't deter smugglers much, but...

Scarlett and Weasley both felt a chill run down their spines.

Commander Sulph! So you're saying the navy isn't just customs soldiers, but a proper large warship?

Isn't it a bit of a waste to use this against a Sequence 5 Prophet?

Moreover, are all these cannons meant to flatten the entire dock?!

Chapter 255 Calibrating the Artillery Fire

Port area, the "St. Mary" fast sailboat.

The Saint Mary was a typical medium-sized cargo sailing ship. Unlike expensive steamships, these fast sailing ships equipped with auxiliary steam engines were inexpensive, had a long range, a considerable cargo capacity, and were also quite fast. They were used extensively for inland and coastal trade in both Ansu and Iris.

Nearly twenty of these fast sailing ships are moored at the two largest docks in the Fogmoon City port complex alone.

Klitzer's choice of the St. Mary was simple: as long as his group of prophets remained undetected, the Iris people would never be able to arrest and imprison all the people on the twenty ships.

Merchants are a group that values ​​time and efficiency. The recent ban on entering and leaving the port has already greatly angered many ship owners and merchants. If the Ministry of the Interior dares to arrest people again, then the newly revitalized commerce of Fogmoon City will be severely damaged, and there will be a shortage of goods and raw materials that rely heavily on imports and exports.

The final result was precisely the "instability" that the Ministry of the Interior feared most.

And as soon as the curfew ends, he can leave directly.

The only thing to be wary of was the crow that had pecked out his right eye. Klitzer wasn't sure if the crow could track him down, but just to be safe, he took out his most treasured possession to conceal the presence of his group.

—That is, the star antimony left behind by Santis.

The extraordinary skill of the dragon hunter Santis in refining and purifying antimony amazed this prophet of the Palace of Wisdom. Antimony itself has a silvery-white luster and was called "mithril" by ancient alchemists. It was an excellent material for setting up rituals.

Antimony, after being highly purified and refined by alchemy by Santis, becomes a bright, silvery-white crystal with a metallic luster that is fragile and reflects the light of a large star when illuminated.

The rituals he used for his prophetic pathways had a direct and significant effect, allowing him to easily foresee his own future and the malice coming from all directions. The rituals he set up to conceal his aura and spirituality also made it very difficult for even Sequence 4 superhumans to handle.

Even so, Klitzer was still somewhat uneasy.

This is not something that can be summed up by the prophet as simply being overly worried or thinking too much.

His unease was essentially a warning from his spirit; his prophetic abilities were at work. In other words, there must be an oversight on his side, or the enemy had prepared a method that was difficult for him to counter.

Is there a flaw in the ritual?

Inside the cabin, several extraordinary individuals from the Celestial Wisdom Palace were maintaining the ritual set up by Klitsch. Upon seeing Klitsch, they said, "Teacher, the church's priests are still trying to track us down. There must be alchemists involved."

Klitzer stopped in his tracks and scanned the area.

"Ignore them. Santis has drawn enough fire for us. By the way, how long can the Star Antimony that Santis left behind hold out?"

The prophets exchanged glances and said, "The purity of the Dragon Hunter's Star Antimony is unexpectedly high. We expect it to be able to continue to be used to support the 'Invisibility' ritual for at least another week."

Klitzer's brow furrowed even deeper.

The problem isn't with the ceremony...

This is very strange. It couldn't have been President Jeremiah who made the move, could it?

If that's the case, then they're really in big trouble.

As Klitzer was thinking, a young man dressed as a sailor came running down the deck with a thud, stumbling and almost falling as he ran.

Looking flustered, he approached Klitschko and hurriedly said, "Sir! There's a problem on the Broken Gold River! A large ship has suddenly appeared, it looks like the Navy's Knight!"

"Knight?"

Klitzer paused, then asked, "Is it the Knight?"

That's it!

The spiritual warning he received was about the Knight, which was prepared by the Iris Flower People. That makes sense! If this warship were to sail into the inland waterway, they would probably have to think twice before dealing with it.

But upon hearing this name, the prophets' expressions changed.

"Father of all things!"

"The Knight, the flagship of the Iris Navy?!"

"Has the iris-loving man gone mad...?"

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Exclamations of surprise rose and fell. Klitzer glanced around and shouted, "Enough!"

"What's there to be afraid of when the main naval ships arrive? The ceremony is still ongoing. Are we afraid that the Iris Flower people will sink all of the dozens of sailing ships?"

"Look at you all! You're scared like this just because the Iris Flower People are coming in a ship. If those alchemists attacked, would you just surrender?"

“Continue the ritual. As long as the ritual continues, there is nothing to worry about.”

Klitzer said to the sailor, "Take me to the deck immediately and see what the Iris People are up to!"

"Yes! Yes, sir!"

The sailors were about to take Klitzer up the ladder to the deck.

But suddenly, Klitzer’s temples throbbed violently, and a spiritual light shone brightly between his eyes, flowing from his eye sockets.

At that moment, without thinking, he suddenly took a step back, and the ritual was activated instantly. Two invisible hands grabbed the sailor's arms and pulled him in front of him.

In the void, a simple, ancient-looking, dark green straight sword pierced the sailor's neck and then disappeared.

Klitzer casually flung the sailor aside, reached out and smeared the sailor's bleeding throat, stuck his finger to the tip of his tongue, and then immediately shook his head off.

"Disaster seedlings?!"

Before his shocked voice had even faded, the sailor clutched his bleeding throat and choked out a painful sob, but because his throat had been pierced, only a hoarse and weak sound of air could be heard.

The next moment, an intense burning sensation spread from within the body outwards, first to the internal organs, then to the muscles, bones, and skin, quickly corroding them into a pool of pus.

Klitzer took a step back, suddenly looked up, and his pupils contracted sharply.

"not good!"

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