Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Close your eyes and wait until all your senses disappear. Then, the voice of Lilith, the Silver Frost Dragon, rings in your ear as if licking your ear.

【Recap】

In the year 227 of the Holy Calendar, prophets and alchemists from two kingdoms happily boarded a ship destined to sink with their captives...

Nightmare Mission (Optional & Dedicated)

【①I'm afraid of ghosts, but they never harm anyone (surviving on the ghost ship until only three people remain before the ritual ends) ----- From Ouroboros】

【②I fear no one, yet I am left battered and bruised (completing the ritual without killing anyone) ----- From Ouroboros】

【③ Can secret texts be this beautiful? (Obtain the Alchemy Tome: Book of the Black Sea) ----- From the Creator】

【④ Surprisingly, Santis (gained control of the captain's cabin) ----- From the Creator】

Lilith's voice faded into the distance, initially sounding like a whisper in your ear, but gradually receding until only a tingling sensation remained in your ears.

A glimmer of colorful light appeared before Tia's eyes. Even in the dim space, this light was so dazzling and eye-catching. The surrounding area was tinged with vibrant colors, making Tia feel as if she had eaten a Yunnan mushroom. Her already drowsy mind became even more difficult to think.

Before she was completely engulfed by the expanding light, only one thought remained in her mind:

— Jeremiah gave the Nightmare Quests such ridiculous names.

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Far beyond the material world, at 105 Tower Street, Iris Fogmoon City, St. Pantheon's College University, in the small chapel's banquet hall.

The wise Jeremiah sneezed, something he hadn't done in a long time.

Upon arrival, Marn respectfully placed two ice creams in front of Ulrich, gestured for a moment, then opened one and ate it himself, asking in confusion, "Do you have a cold?"

"How could that be? With my health, I would never catch a cold."

"So what kind of hysteria are you having?"

Marne felt that Jeremiah wasn't the type to sneeze unnecessarily and disgust people.

"It's Santis."

"what?"

“He has entered my sanctuary.”

"You still have a sanctuary?"

“Not the present, but the past. I have undergone countless changes and have wandered through history for many years. That was the sanctuary where I ascended to sainthood three hundred years ago in the Iris.”

Marn felt that this person was bragging.

He knew about Jeremiah's perverse moth ways in every sense of the word.

But if Jeremiah truly possessed a sanctuary, he must have at least been a saint. However, as far as he knew, Jeremiah's path to sainthood through the moth's way was a recent development.

"No, Marne. You must know that I am not only on the path of alchemy."

“That was my sanctuary from the past. With the complete erasure of that memory, it was lost and no longer under my control.”

Marn asked in astonishment, "Memories can be erased too?"

"Of course, Marne, moths have many transformations, and sometimes they don't even recognize themselves."

Jeremiah gave a faint smile and said calmly, "And now, perhaps Santis misses me. After all, it's not so easy to take what's mine."

Chapter 277 Ghosts and the Magic Mirror

After the mushroom-like glow disappeared, Tia felt a cool sensation beneath her, and the air was unusually damp.

When she opened her eyes, everything in front of her was dark.

However, it is obvious that this space is very narrow, with wooden walls on all sides.

There was an iron fence in front, and the corridor outside was dark, like a prison cell.

Tia could vaguely see a ritual array on the ground outside, but all the ritual materials were gone, rendering them all ineffective.

Her clothes also confirmed her thoughts.

Although we couldn't make out what she looked like, she was wearing a tattered robe and handcuffs and shackles—not the kind of sex toys she and Annie played with, but real handcuffs.

Her shirt was still intact, so judging from her appearance alone, she should be relatively healthy.

The spiritual energy within this physical body was exceptionally abundant, likely derived from the oak in the earth. Tia vaguely sensed a large amount of Druidic-related extraordinary knowledge entering her mind.

The oak in the soil represents the gentlest path, which does not conflict with her extraordinary abilities.

Tia roughly estimated that this was at the level of Sequence 5.

Based on the previous description, this should be the place where prisoners of war were transported on the ship.

In other words, she didn't play the role of a prophet or an alchemist at all, but rather a prisoner on the ship.

At that moment, a wet, cold sound crept into my ear.

"You wake up hungry after a night of hunger, only to find the sailing ship carrying Ansu and Imperial prisoners of war unusually quiet."

There were no patrolling alchemists or alchemical golems, nor sailors or soldiers playing cards and joking around. The quiet atmosphere slowly brought back the horrific events of a week ago:

"This is the fourth day since you were taken to the ship."

"Just one day ago, on this bustling prisoner ship, an astonishing and terrifying curse occurred, an unknown curse that instantly sacrificed all the warlocks, prophets, sailors and prisoners on board."

“You saw with your own eyes how those proud sorcerers turned into a pile of skeletons in the blink of an eye. Even Jeremiah, the great prophet on this ship, was no exception.”

"At the same time, there are bizarre ghosts born on their skeletons that even you, a high-level alchemist, cannot observe."

"They whispered in your ear time and again, telling you how to escape from here. For this, they even gave you a precious magic mirror, an extraordinary item left behind by a captain with a sheathless blade. They also have a snuff bottle that can grant any wish, a precious treasure brought from the Palace of Wisdom by the prophets of Arabia."

It turns out to be Snow White and Aladdin.

After a moment of wild thoughts, Tia first used the great philosopher's spirit-body transformation to transfer all her soul strength to her physical body strength. With great effort, she broke the iron fence, and a scream was heard as she stepped on it.

"Ignore me! Ignore me! Don't look around, I'm right under your feet! You stupid little girl!"

Tia looked down and noticed the smoothed bronze mirror on the ground.

When I picked it up, wow, it was a rose inlaid with large pieces of gold!

Tia's eyes lit up, and she miraculously managed to pry it out with great force; it must have weighed eighty or ninety grams.

"Holy crap! What are you doing? It hurts so much! ...!"

Tia lit a flame with gold to illuminate the surroundings, and then saw the wailing, gothic Lolita-like doll-like thing reflected in the bronze mirror. She asked, "Do you have a problem with that?"

"I have nothing but opinions! I'm here to save you!"

As the puppet's voice faded, whispers arose from all directions.

"Yes, that's right, we're here to rescue you."

"Do you see that magic mirror? It's our gift to you!"

"Use her quickly, hurry up!"

"My God, Golden Fire! But I remember you were a druid!"

"You'd better be careful, someone's watching you..."

"Magic Mirror! Use it and you'll know who's trying to harm you!"

.......

Tia had a headache from listening to them, and was tormented by these noisy ghosts as she walked around the cabin.

The notification tone was right; these ghosts were indeed completely unobservable—even with Tia transferring all her physical strength to her soul, she couldn't discern where they were speaking.

Tia glanced at the magic mirror, suppressing the Snow White Queen's urge to complain, and asked, "Is someone trying to harm me?"

The doll said indignantly, "You remember me now?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"You should at least show some respect when you apologize!"

"Am I showing my nipples?"

Tia touched it, then looked down. The body seemed to have nothing—or at least it was very flat.

"Fine, I'll tell you the truth. Right in front of you, your two accomplices are plotting to kill everyone else except themselves."

The doll in the magic mirror disappeared, and by the light of the fire, Tia saw the scene outside the captain's room reflected in the mirror.

Two imperial prisoners, both dressed in black robes, were whispering to each other.

But there was no sound.

The puppet's voice coaxed, "Look! It's those two scoundrels. They're carefully plotting how to target you."

“You remember, you’re from the same place. If you want, I can expose their thoughts and supernatural abilities right now.”

"Say yes! Say yes!"

"Our little druid and little alchemist, get moving! The wolf is coming!"

The ghosts were still as noisy as ever.

Tia asked, "And what's the price?"

"The price? Just kill them! We love to see carnage!"

"Slaughter!"

"That's it! That's it! They're plotting to kill you, I heard it clearly!"

"I want to see rivers of blood!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! All things in nature exist to nourish humankind!"

Tia covered her ears, her head aching. She felt like these ghosts had come from some incredible worldview.

The little imp threatened, "But if you can't kill me, your body will belong to me. Then you'll live inside the mirror!"

What water ghost?

Tia nodded and said, "Then I promise you."

"Great! The contract is established!" the puppet exclaimed happily. "Then let me tell you: the one on the left is a druid... wait, why is he also an antimony warlock?"

"That's it! He's a dangerous opponent, a true alchemist, and I smell a high-level ritual scent on him. What a delicious soul."

"The one on the right is an alchemist—ha, and a prophet at that? What's going on! When I saw him yesterday, he was just a single-path sorcerer!"

Tia said speechlessly, "Are you going to give me permission or not?"

However, she probably knew the answer; it was likely two participants in the ceremony.

When it comes to antimony sorcerers, the only one Tia can think of is Santis.

As for the prophet...

The doll said dejectedly, "I heard the antimony sorcerer call him Abdullah, and also Griblan City, Ibn Musa, Durant and stuff like that. What the hell? How come there are still living Arabians on this ship!"

"But I could smell his desire, it was so intense, so delicious, so stinky, just like the kind of politician who has fallen into the vortex of power."

"This one's soul is even more delicious than the last one!"

Tia heard the name and it sounded familiar, then she realized what it meant and murmured:

"They're all acquaintances."

Chapter 278 The Power of Bewitchment

"You know him? That's great!"

The little girl doll in the magic mirror laughed uncontrollably, clutching her belly and exclaiming joyfully, "A grand slam of acquaintances!"

"You can move closer, strengthen your bond, and then use your golden fire—whoosh! Burn it all to ashes."

"It doesn't make any sense. Abdullah and I are enemies in some sense."

Just as the doll was about to open its little mouth again, Tia slapped the magic mirror against her chest with a soft "smack," frowning as she muttered to herself:

"Moreover, I have investigated him. He is a disciple of the great craftsman Ibn Musa, the prophet of the House of Wisdom, and achieved early success, so he always had lofty aspirations for himself."