Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Unfortunately, her injury was in the wrong place. Normally, just applying it would have been enough, but her buttocks were badly injured, so it had to be made into suppositories. One bottle was for internal use, and the other for external application.

Brigitte rubbed her bottom and sat up, not entirely satisfied, and told Nogi to stand aside.

What use are you if you can't even apply medicine properly?!

Frynn Bonaparte did everything better than you!

Considering Nogi's tendency to overthink, Brigitte snorted but didn't scold her directly. She picked up her panties and was about to speak.

dong dong dong.

A knock sounded on the door.

Nogi let out a sob and immediately opened the door, only to find a maid inside.

"Miss Nogi, please relay this message: Miss Fernina Bonaparte has just arrived in the living room. Is the young lady available now?"

Before the housekeeper could speak, a voice came from behind her.

"Nogi! Take me to the living room."

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Meanwhile, in the living room, Tia was already making small fruit.

That's one good thing about Iris – whether it's the Broken Gold River Hotel or the Montreal House, there's always an endless supply of fruit in the fruit bowl.

Although Tia's body couldn't digest food, she had a sense of taste, so she had no problem tasting it.

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Brigitte, unkempt and not dressed formally, strode in from outside in her nightgown, her long, silver-gray hair flowing in the wind.

Seeing the little white-haired boy frantically stealing her fruit, Brigitte's eyelids twitched, and she immediately sat down on the sofa and asked:

"Durant, you've already sorted it out?"

"Hmm? Not yet, we're waiting for his location to be exposed. Judging by the time, he should have already escaped from the Cross District to Rustwater Town."

"Need my help?"

"Just a consul."

Brigitte asked, puzzled, "Then why did you come to see me?"

Tia went straight to the point, "I've come to your funeral."

Brigitte: ......

This is a human being!?

You came here to steal my fruit and then came to my funeral to freeload off me, right?

After finishing the fruit platter of cherries in front of her, Tia asked the maid to bring her another platter, adding, "Of course, it's not just this. There's also the matter of nightmares."

When the fruit platter was brought over, Brigitte glanced at the maids around her.

The maids bowed and left the living room. Only three people remained.

"Ulrich's sanctuary?"

“That’s right—according to our previous deal. Now you pay the remaining balance for me, and I need the exact deep-sea coordinates of this sanctuary, as well as all the information you have about it. You also need to get me a few copies of the ascension ritual.”

When Brigitte saw Tia pick up a strawberry and start eating it again, she sneered, "Why are you eating and taking things at the same time?"

Tia ignored the slightly provocative tone of her voice.

This young lady is purely spoiled. Unless it's about business that interests her, she speaks bluntly and doesn't hide her domineering nature at all.

This kind of person has never been beaten before; just pin them to the ground and beat them up, and they'll behave.

Tia retorted, "You didn't take good care of that sanctuary, and it was stolen by the dragon hunter Santis. If I were to enter the sanctuary, I would be taking a huge risk. Don't you think you should compensate me in some way?"

"Besides, what if I really die in the Sanctuary? Is your Montreal family planning to invest in Mistral?"

Brigitte, not wanting to lose an ally, finally straightened her posture a bit and snorted. She sat down facing Tia.

This kind of cat is teachable, purely arrogant, and a wealthy cat.

Brigitte said, "Let me tell you the coordinates of the sanctuary first. This sanctuary should have been formed more than ten years ago when Rexar left, but for some reason, the outline of the sanctuary after it was formed does not look like Tower Street. Instead, it is on a ship."

"Wait, a ship?"

"Yes. I sent people to investigate inside, and it seems to be related to the naval battle between Ansu and Iris Flower three hundred years ago."

Tia became interested. "And what are the specifics?"

“He died shortly after entering and exited the ritual, so what specifics would I know?” Brigitte said speechlessly. “If I knew the specifics, I would have gone in and inherited the sanctuary myself. Would it have been your turn or the Dragon Hunter’s turn?”

That's true.

Tia said, "Are they all dead?"

"This nightmare's depth is almost Sequence 6, approaching Sequence 5. Even if you die inside, you'll suffer mental trauma if you don't die in reality. Do you think there are that many Sequence 5s who would risk their lives to let me explore it?"

"Not to mention that this is related to the Sanctuary. If I inherited it myself, that would be fine, I could give it to you, but if I entrust someone else to explore the Nightmare and it ends up being inherited by someone else, then it's better to just let it rot in my hands."

Nightmares are the location of promotion ceremonies, but they are not the same as promotion ceremonies themselves.

Because of the protection of the saint's power, the cost of death in nightmares is reduced during the ascension ceremony. However, in nightmares without the protection of the ceremony, death still comes at a considerable price.

Of course, what can be gained from nightmares goes far beyond a simple advancement ritual. The most important things are the extraordinary characteristics and knowledge formed by the nightmare's owner's spirituality, and the process of venturing into the nightmare without relying on the protection of a ritual is itself an enhancement and training of spirituality.

Ancient superhumans also had a way to directly enhance their own souls by utilizing the spirituality of the nightmare's owner, thereby increasing their depth of immersion—that is, a method of advancement.

But Tia didn't know much about these things.

Brigitte added, "This nightmare has a time requirement. It has to be on the new moon day. If you're really scared, Santis can go in on the new moon day of next month."

“There’s no need for that. Time waits for no one, and we can’t gamble that Santis won’t be able to get the sanctuary. Besides, Santis is already Sequence 4, so it would be more troublesome if he actually inherited the sanctuary.”

Tia feared that there was another secret book in her nightmare.

Brigitte didn't know much and didn't offer any further advice.

However, the information provided gave her a general idea of ​​the time frame of the nightmare, so she researched the history of that period and was somewhat prepared.

Just as Tia was about to ask about the promotion ceremony, she suddenly felt a slight tremor in her temple.

Immediately, two ravens flew down and landed on the branches outside the window.

Tia pressed down on the cavalry saber on the table and sighed inwardly.

What bad timing!

Chapter 258 The Death of Durant

The morning in the outskirts of Fogmoon City was unusually bright, and the air was fresh after a heavy rain.

The newly risen sun slowly ascended from the horizon, casting its light through the dense foliage onto the awakening streets.

Rustwater is a satellite town of Mistmoon City, not far from it, but compared to other towns, Rustwater is quite prosperous. The streets are lined with buildings, and in the mornings, vendors pushing carts and workers wearing soft cloth hats rush to warehouses, factories, and freight train stations.

Durant mingled with the crowd and bustled about to a closed church in Rustwater.

Iris Village doesn't have a proper church; this one was actually built by the locals for worship. Today wasn't Sunday, but rather a morning before work, so the church was quiet and deserted.

Durant finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked around to make sure no one was there, smiled, and muttered to himself:

"The situation in Fogmoon City is still unclear, but it's best not to contact anyone for now, lest I expose myself. I really have to thank those stupid Arabian people; they drew the gunfire for me, which made things much safer for me."

Sweat beaded on his forehead. He leaned back on the church pew and let out a long sigh of relief. He then reached out his hand, as was his habit, to grab the chilled wine.

A cool sensation touched my palm.

Durant's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

The icy touch gradually turned bone-chillingly cold. A cool breeze blew in from the slightly ajar church door, mingling with the icy sensation and instantly engulfing the entire body, fermenting in the quiet church with a chilling and eerie atmosphere.

—Thump!

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the church bell tower, followed by a deafening cacophony of crows.

Durant gripped the cold bottle, his eyes widening in shock. In his bloodshot pupils, the relief of the Passionate Virgin Mary on the altar seemed about to crumble.

The next moment, a ghostly voice rang in my ears.

“No. 99, Reserve Sweet White from the Noor Hill Estate, Boliwe Coast. I took it from your table, Mr. Durant.”

As the sound faded, countless crows took flight from outside the window with a whooshing sound.

With a "bang," the cane slammed into the ground, a familiar sound that sent chills down Durant's spine.

"Furina Bonaparte?"

"I'm glad you still remember my name."

Durant's body was frozen by fear and panic, making even turning his head extremely difficult. He calmly said, "You want to get into the Ministry of Internal Affairs, right? I can help you. I still have the ability. I am very familiar with all the government affairs and channels in Fogmoon City. I can help you open up a lot of connections."

No. I didn't think that way.

"That's because of Matthew and Daisy. I'll give them a large sum of compensation—"

"—No. I don't think they will receive it or need it."

That ghostly voice said helplessly.

"But in fact, Mr. Durant, there isn't that much animosity between us."

"Is that so..." Durant chuckled hoarsely, all his strength draining away. "Then tell me, Your Excellency Bonaparte, why have you come?"

"Because I did a debt collection business with someone. She asked me to come and collect a debt."

"Which one? I don't even know who I owe a life to. Give me a straight answer before you die, merciful Bonaparte."

"It's Holly Corcia."

Who is this?

Durant was completely bewildered. He held the bottle of iced wine in his hand, brought it to his face, and pulled out the cork.

But before I could even drink it, a cool sensation appeared in my throat.

The blade easily sliced ​​open the throat, and warm blood spurted out from the wound.

With a gentle push, Tia pierced the tip of her cavalry saber into her throat. Moments later, blood gushed from the ground.

Immediately, she picked up the bottle, put the cork back in, and sighed silently, thinking of Brigitte whom she had just met, and then of Holly.

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On the morning of the same day, in the corner building at No. 5 Municipal Lane, where the Ministry of the Interior was located, the Deputy Minister of the Interior, Scanlan, looked sullen.

What kind of nonsense is this?!

One night, the governor suddenly ran away, and most of his men were arrested—fortunately, most of them were not punished, but the huge city hall was leaderless and almost came to a standstill.

And at this critical juncture, Minister Milke suddenly went on a business trip to the southern counties.

Oh, Father of all things, what's wrong with the iris? Why is all the news about irises so bad?

In the hallway, Scanlan's assistant clerk, holding documents, chattered on and on: "Your Excellency, the city hall urgently needs an acting governor to keep it running. Considering that the acting governor may not be familiar with the situation, the city government suggests a temporary dual-governing model."

"The City Hall Secretariat suggested first transferring a senior technical officer from the Department of Internal Affairs, while also taking into account the opinions of the Castle District Police Department. Scarlett Lane, who belongs to the Castle District Special Operations Unit, performed exceptionally well in the demolition operation, and the City Hall proposed that she could also serve as acting governor."

Scarlett Lane?

Scanlan had never heard of the name before, but since both the city hall and the castle district had made the suggestion, he frowned and said, "Let her go up and give it a try first. She can be an assistant to the governor we selected. If she does well, we'll give them face and transfer her to the city later. If she does poorly, we'll transfer her back to the special operations department."

“Understood.” The clerk quickly pulled out another document and reminded him, “The parliament is about to be reorganized. Earl Farnas and Sir Krish King, together with Mr. Marn Cullen, have just nominated the Constitutional Council, and they are about to hold a salon to celebrate.”

"Ignore them. Parliamentary proceedings will continue as usual—and what about Fernina Bonaparte? Was she there too?"

Scanlan remembered the name.

This young lady, who is suspected to be from the Ansu royal family, is no ordinary person. Although there is almost no mention of her in the documents related to the "bombing operation" these days, she is involved in everything between the lines.

There are even records of her visiting St. Pantheon University at night.

The timing of the visit coincided perfectly with that of Minister Milke!

He even suspected that this Miss Bonaparte, besides being a member of the Ansu royal family, might also have some connection with Chairman Ulrich.

Scanlan could only think of one desperate word to describe it—"all-powerful."