Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

The cool, silver-plated scabbard felt heavy in my hand.

Santise is indeed very weak right now.

First, this Sequence 4 dragon hunter was not yet familiar with his new, already frail body; second, Santis was currently focused on refining star antimony.

Tia knew of two methods for refining star antimony:

One method is to directly extract antimony ore and then repeatedly purify it using a refining process.

Secondly, by utilizing the four elements of substitution scholars to subtly control the properties of spiritual materials, non-antimony substances are transformed into antimony using silver as an intermediary.

In such a rudimentary environment on a ship, there are certainly no antimony deposits or any spiritual materials.

That leaves only oneself as the only option.

Flesh and blood are the essence of the spirit and can serve as raw materials for transforming antimony ore.

The fact that Santis used flesh and blood to transform star antimony makes his weakness undeniable.

Abdullah had no doubt that he could seize the opportunity to stab Santis in the heart.

As long as the "Midas touch" technique possessed by this body is used quickly to restrict Santis's bodily functions, and then combined with a ritual such as "Golden Fire," a single strike can completely render Santis incapable of resisting.

Holding the saber, Abdullah gripped the hilt with one hand and held the scabbard with the other. He gave Tiya a deep look, bowed, and retreated.

A gentle breeze blew the door open.

The moment Abdullah left and the door closed.

The ghosts' clamor suddenly exploded.

Chapter 280 The Death of Coral

The ghosts' chattering was driving Tia crazy.

Meanwhile, the doll in the magic mirror was already dancing merrily. In the mirror, the tiny doll, no bigger than a thumb, was perched on Tia's little finger, its tongue licking Tia's instep rapidly, exclaiming joyfully:

"The charm was a resounding success! I shouldn't call you little alchemist anymore, oh!"

"My dear, revered, great Bonaparte, I forgive and forget what you did to me before. From today onwards, you may call me Jasmine!"

Tia picked up another military knife in the dormitory and replied indifferently.

"First they licked my chest, and now they're licking my feet. Jasmine, are all the fetishes at Magic Mirror this perverted?"

"Oh! You don't understand, dear, revered, great Miss Bonaparte. The dew on a girl's breasts is sweet honey, and the sweat between her toes is rich wine~"

"prprprpr, just one lick is enough to satisfy me for a whole day. This is something that the stinky soul of a durian full of desire can't compare to."

The doll Jasmine's drool dripped between her toes.

Even though it was just an illusion in the mirror, Tia couldn't help but twitch her toes.

This is insane, ten times more insane than Annie.

Jasmine clearly didn't care much about Tia's reaction and continued cheerfully, "So what kind of fun are you planning to have next? When they start killing each other, throw in a golden fire—bang!"

The doll gestured a giant explosion in front of it, becoming excited, "That's awesome! What could please the Unsheathed Blade more than the betrayal of an ally!"

Tia drew her saber and swung it a few times, noticing the key phrase "blade without a sheath".

She continued the conversation:

"Although I don't really want to spoil the fun, Abdullah is still very useful."

"Betrayal is a never-ending drama, isn't it? Besides Santis, Abdullah has many other allies."

Jasmine and the ghosts all became restless.

Although it's impossible to see where those ghosts are active.

But Tia could sense a joyful atmosphere pulsating within her.

In the mirror, the doll Jasmine perched on Tia's shoulders, licking her earlobe and cheering:

"Bonaparte, you are a true devil! I am ashamed in your presence. I knew it was right to find a druid in the first place. Only a country bumpkin like you, an honest but unsophisticated druid, could come up with such a vicious and devilish plan!"

Tia sighed, "I don't know if you're praising me or scolding me."

"But never mind that, I need to check on the other people on this ship. You have that ability, right?"

Jasmine said warily, "Of course I have them, but you haven't paid me for those two souls yet."

"I'll owe it to you for now."

"I owe it!!! Impossible!!!"

"Don't get so excited, this is a good investment. You know I need Abdullah to keep staging the drama of betrayal, right? How can I put on a good show for you if I don't even know where the people are?"

“I know your power, Jasmine. Now, with your devilish greed and maternal love, show me where the others are.”

The doll Jasmine stared intently at Tia for a few moments, then said fiercely, "Who do you want to look at?"

Tia sheathed her saber. "No, I'll talk about it later. I have another question now. If I don't reclaim your soul, how long will it take before I suffer your backlash?"

Two hours?

"Too short, isn't it? I still need to use Abdullah to create a grand betrayal drama for you."

"You're right, how about extending it?"

How was your day?

"It's too long!"

"Then half a day."

Tia's voice was firm and resolute—as long as it's not two hours, it's fine.

As the sound faded, a sharp cry of pain rang out from outside the corridor.

A series of loud bangs and crashes erupted, followed by a sudden burst of flames that instantly illuminated the entire corridor.

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Mid-deck, officers' meeting room.

Before Lundal Mercury, carrying an oil lamp, entered the dark conference room, Brigitte had just cut the ropes binding her when she heard a faint cry for help from beside her.

That was Miss Coral, bound like a rice dumpling. The ropes, as thick as a thumb, were tied around her body like a tortoise shell, rendering this girl from the Twin Serpent Cult unable to move.

At the same time, these ropes woven from mithril silk and sacred wood fibers are also suppressing the release of spiritual energy, rendering their supernatural abilities and rituals almost entirely ineffective.

Fortunately, neither mithril nor sacred wood are particularly hard materials.

Tia's doll had a gash in its chest from the iron dagger, so cutting this rope wouldn't be too difficult for her—of course, that only applies to Brigitte.

Brigitte didn't recognize who was next to her at first, but this Miss Coral seemed a bit too naive, as the first thing she did after waking up was to ask Londel for help.

"Help me! Are you the director, or a saint?"

"That's not important."

Brigitte pinched Coral's cheek and licked it, then whispered in her ear, "Answer me a few questions, and I'll untie you, okay?"

Coral composed herself and said pitifully, "Please ask."

"What happened to your order? Why did you agree to come to this strange nightmare with Santis?"

"...Ansu's Golden Forge Knights raided one of our bases. The Archbishop was being chased by priests and power knights. To prevent the priests from capturing the spirit and to avoid exposing our main force's location, he chose to hide the spirit in this nightmare."

"Very good. And you, Miss Coral, why are you in the nightmare too?"

"I......."

Brigitte removed Coral's boots and socks, running her hand from her navel down to her ankles, and said with a smile, "Can't you say?"

Coral remained silent.

Bridget withdrew her finger and placed it on Coral's chest, saying listlessly, "Then one last question, where did Santis contact you from?"

"Yes... he's on our ship."

"very good!"

Brigitte gently rubbed Coral's cheeks, her hand tracing down her neck as she whispered, "Good girl. After you've completed my trial, I'll untie you."

"A trial?"

"Yes."

Brigitte grabbed Coral by the neck with one hand and buried the young woman's head between her breasts, making it difficult for her to breathe and make a sound.

The fingers of the other hand, like spider legs, gently touched the chest and lower abdomen, then circled around the sides of the lower abdomen to the tailbone.

Instead of taking a winding path downwards, he pressed down on the wrists that were bound behind his back, grabbed his thumbs and twisted them outwards, causing a dagger to fall out of his sleeve.

He then thrust the blade out with a backhand motion—piercing her heart, before abruptly pulling it out.

Coral suddenly felt a cool sensation on her chest.

With a "plop," Brigitte pressed down on Coral's mouth and nose, and only released her after the body beneath her had completely stopped reacting.

Brigitte scoffed, "Your physical strength is almost enough to break free of the ropes, yet you're hiding a dagger. What are you pretending to be, innocent and weak? Shameless!"

Bang, thud!

After Coral was released, the body sitting in the chair slowly leaned back and fell to the ground.

Brigitte noticed a small porcelain bottle fall off the coral, picked it up and looked at it for a moment, then asked in surprise, "A snuff bottle?"

The words had barely left his mouth when a creaking sound came from behind him.

The door was pushed open.

Brigitte immediately grabbed the snuff bottle, tossed it into her pocket, and looked at the newcomer.

Lundell Mercury, carrying an oil lamp, frowned slightly upon seeing the mess in the conference room.

Then, looking at Coral lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, the archbishop's face darkened to a grim degree.

I need to take a day off; I'll make it up tomorrow.

I just downloaded Battlefield 6, but it turns out the game requires me to enter safe mode.

However, the hard drive was MBR, so I had to change the hard drive format in the PE system first. The motherboard lost power the moment I unplugged the USB drive!

After trying a series of operations, including releasing static electricity, unplugging and replugging the power supply, replacing the power supply, and replacing the graphics card, all to no avail, it was determined that either the motherboard or the CPU was faulty.

I just ordered a new motherboard, but it won't arrive until tomorrow at the earliest.

So I'm asking for a day off.

Today's chapter will be added later.

Chapter 281 Abdullah's Way of Kingship

This ascension ceremony required all extraordinary individuals with multiple pathways to choose only one to enter the Nightmare, but it differed from what Tia, Santis, and even Londel had anticipated:

When Brigitte entered the nightmare, she didn't choose the King's Path, which she was more proficient in.

Instead, they chose the prophet.

When Brigitte woke up, she already sensed the danger she was in and immediately locked onto the only target in the conference room.

This is her extraordinary ability through prophetic means.

The Prophet's Path of Apocalypse Sequence 7 already allows one to glimpse the secrets of the future. When Brigitte's emerald eyes turn black and white, the malice directed at her will appear before her eyes like threads wrapped around her body.

First it was that poorly acting Miss Coral, then Lundell Mercury; countless threads spread from them and entangled her.

Lundel, carrying an oil lamp, looked at the dead coral, a flash of murderous intent crossing his face.

But it was only a fleeting moment.

When Lundell realized that the real culprit who killed his subordinate was not the renowned Grand Knight Commander, he immediately raised an eyebrow.

—Bridget Montreal.

No wonder Coral died so suddenly. Her skillful close-quarters grappling techniques and the state she was in when she died must have been taught to her by her uncle, Lord Lost.