Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

If it were the head of the Montreal family, then perhaps they could be considered partners.

“Miss Saint, or should I call you by your real name—Miss Brigitte… there’s no need to be so tense. I’m angry that Coral died, but not to the point that I’d make an enemy of the Montreal family just because a subordinate was injured.”

“We can cooperate.”

Lundal removed several restorative and healing rituals from his body and held up a lantern to show Brigitte his goodwill.

Brigitte toyed with the dagger, saying slyly, "Interesting. So, how do you suggest we cooperate? Hand over your head to help me complete the ritual?"

She has no interest in any collaboration!

Only three people can survive this ceremony, and Brigitte isn't so generous as to give away one of her spots to someone else.

—Not to mention he's a cult member.

Lundell walked to the conference table, put down the lantern, and smiled, "It's very simple, Miss."

"Only three people can survive this ritual—Santis, we may not be able to kill him completely, but Yahweh, the statue, and the director, they don't have the power of Santis."

“I can be your helper. As you can see, now that Coral is dead, I certainly can’t do anything to Ye Haifa by myself.”

"I can take down the statue and the director with you first, and then you can consider killing Ye Haifa with me."

"That way, you won't have to worry about me betraying you halfway through, and I can become your most loyal partner. What do you think?"

Brigitte sheathed her dagger and kicked Coral's corpse to Rondel's feet.

She nodded and said, "That's interesting."

This was not the answer Lundell had expected.

As the eldest son of the Mercury family and the archbishop of the Twin Serpent Order, Lundell had frequent contact with the Montreal family.

The Montreal family's shipyard is the largest supplier of ships for the Twin Serpent Order, besides the Seven Seas.

After all, businessmen are profit-driven—they don't care whether you're a cultist, a believer, or an atheist.

Brigitte Montellima, being a businesswoman among businesswomen, was naturally seen by Lundl as a staunch supporter of prioritizing profit.

Brigitte smiled and looked at the archbishop. "Are you a descendant of the Mercury family?"

Lundell breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this answer and smiled.

This means they have the intention to negotiate!

“You are right, I am the son of Peric Mercury, and my ancestor was Marquis Andor Mercury, the founder of Ansu. He used to work in the Admiralty... Of course, I haven’t worked there for many years. Thanks to my ancestor’s blessing, I have taken a more meaningful job.”

"How to say?"

"That's a very long story. But our Lord Ouroboros is a selfless, just, and benevolent God. He grants longevity to all the healthy and health to the sick. He is the savior in the apocalyptic disaster and will surely become the savior in the great disasters to come."

"However, my parents don't really approve of me. That's understandable, after all, changing one's beliefs is a difficult task."

“Oh, I also have a younger sister. She was very supportive of me back then. But we haven’t seen each other for many years. If by the grace of God she is still healthy, she should be about your age.”

Brigitte said in surprise, "You have a very strong faith."

"Everyone has their own beliefs. People who lack beliefs are pitiful."

"What did your sister say?"

“I don’t know—the last time I heard about her was when she arrived at Silver Castle. She has some friends there. Princess Eleanor of Ansu, a nun from Newport, and, well, a young commissioner from the Anti-Suppression Bureau, who I heard has been promoted to director.”

Lundler paused for a moment, then said, "I heard her name is Tia Sulph."

Londel wasn't too worried about his information being leaked, after all, he had been on Ansu's wanted list more than once.

The fact that the Mercury family was forced to move from Silver Castle to Nuremberg shows just how much trouble Lundl caused back then.

Winning the young lady's favor is far more important than that.

Unfortunately, this was all wishful thinking on Lundell's part.

Brigitte is, of course, a proponent of prioritizing self-interest.

However, the prerequisite is that she can obtain that share of the benefits.

But besides the seven of them, there is someone else involved in this ceremony!

The snuff bottle in her pocket was emitting wisps of smoke, and ghostly whispers came from all directions.

“Listen, he’s lying, don’t believe him, Brigitte. We are your most loyal allies!”

“I know where your friend is. She’s on the lower deck. She just killed that Santis!”

"She's looking for you; she's at the junction of the lower deck and the upper deck."

"The fairy in the mirror has already told us, little Brigitte. Pick up the snuff bottle, shake it three times, and the fairy inside will appear and grant you all your wishes!"

Brigitte looked at Lundal, still smiling.

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Meanwhile, on the lower deck, outside the captain's room.

The oil lamp outside the hatch was burning with a faint light, and the distinctive sulfurous smell of the golden fire filled the air.

There are two people on the ground.

Santis lay on the ground, his face and upper limbs covered in a pale gold color, as if coated with gold dust. Blood gushed from his chest, and within the deep, bone-revealing wound, the golden bones were also visible.

The heart, which should have been beating, was completely charred. The golden flames traveled up the heart and brain along the blood vessels, roasting the brain tissue. The air was filled with the strong aroma of roasted meat.

Abdullah sat by the wall, panting heavily—killing Santis was not difficult; Santis, who was focused on extracting antimony from the star, was weak and defenseless, and his Sequence 5 body made him seem as fragile as paper.

However, Abdullah was completely unfamiliar with the extraordinary arts of alchemy and the fire of gold, and even failed once when he tried to use alchemy to restrict Santis's movements.

If Santis hadn't been so focused on refining star antimony, Abdullah wouldn't have been able to perform the Alchemy a second time, and he wouldn't even have had the chance to swing his knife.

Tia strolled leisurely to Santis, bent down and picked up a large, blood-stained, silvery-white antimony that he had not yet purified.

But what surprised her even more was Abdullah.

She could clearly sense the transformation in this prophet who was no longer young.

If he used to be filled with a kind of indecisive, hesitant, yet reckless naiveté, now it's as if he's suddenly woken up from a dream and finally made up his mind.

She had just thought that Abdullah might have simply died.

As it turned out, after the alchemy ritual failed, he didn't hesitate to prepare a second ritual within two breaths and stabbed Santis in the heart.

If I really had to say, it would be—"At thirty, one should be established?"

Tia hasn't seen many people like this in this life, but she saw quite a few in her previous life.

The main problem is that the people around her all have very strong personalities. Whether it's Vera, Eleanor, or even Scarlett, they all knew what they wanted to pursue from a young age. Even Anne, who seems quite naive, is very clear about what she wants to do.

As for her enemies—needless to say, every single one of them was highly ambitious, and very few of them were truly just drifting through life aimlessly.

This is a common characteristic of extraordinary individuals; to embark on the path of the extraordinary, one must clearly understand and accept what one thinks in one's heart.

simply put:

Does a salted fish deserve to be called an extraordinary being?

Tia exclaimed, "Abdullah, well done!"

“My lord, you should now call me Stone Statue.”

Abdullah caught his breath, stood up leaning on his knife, and pleaded, "Are you really willing to help me?"

"Of course! I am a follower of alchemy, and the alchemy of the Holy Number 7 has established the rules. I would not go so far as to violate the ironclad law in this matter."

"I will help you in the same way I killed you back then. You don't need to worry about that."

Tia understood, reached out and patted Abdullah on the shoulder, letting the prophet bow his head.

“Abdullah, no, statue. I need you to continue helping me now.”

Abdullah raised his head, his deep blue eyes gradually clearing, then lowered his head again and said:

"Your Majesty, who do you wish to kill?"

Tia smiled but did not answer, only saying, "Abdullah, you are not suited for the path of the prophet. But it doesn't matter, I know where you are more suited."

Chapter 282 Brigitte's Cheating Gear

The prophets of the Palace of Wisdom are divided into two factions.

One group consists of diviners who foresee the future and actively intervene. They often possess unwavering pursuits, profound and outstanding knowledge, extraordinary abilities, and a fearless belief.

Some of these diviners even have a strong savior complex, and with the slightest interference of faith, they can become oracles and preachers of the Holy Grail.

The other group consists of prophets who foresee the future but do not interfere, content to protect themselves. These prophets often exhibit a cynical streak.

They would rather wallow in the mud than risk their lives for profit or so-called sentiment.

And Abdullah:

He is better suited to be a king who is manipulated and obeys his leader, yet yearns to be the leader himself.

Brigitte is the complete opposite in this respect.

After Brigitte verbally agreed to cooperate with Lundell, she suggested going to the lower deck first.

After thinking about it, Rondel agreed.

Firstly, the lower deck is connected to the captain's cabin, which is where Santis would be heading towards the Sanctuary. If Brigitte were to betray them, he could still seek Santis's help.

Secondly, the hold is extremely critical. If Ye Haifa were to blow it up, everyone would be doomed...

As soon as Rondel followed Brigitte to the top of the stairs, he immediately frowned.

The middle deck was connected to the lower deck by a staircase, but a large amount of debris was piled up in front of the staircase: ammunition boxes, gun carriages, large wooden barrels filled with food, ballast stones carried up from the lower deck, and countless skeletons.

Brigitte glanced at the archbishop and asked, "My body belongs to a priest of the Imperial Grail. Imperial priests aren't in great physical condition. Can you handle this?"

This is a lie.

Her physical condition is indeed not very good, but that's not the key issue. Brigitte needs Londel to stay here and not move around.

"No major problem."

The path to Londel is the same as that in reality, both being Oak of the Earth, and even the specific sequence is the same, both being Druids.

As a druid, Lundal was highly skilled in manipulating life, healing and restoring, and curing diseases, which was the main reason he later embraced the Twin Serpents.

But no matter what kind of ceremony it is, it always requires materials and rituals.

Lundell said, “The ritual is fine, but I don’t have the materials. I can only use some blasphemous rituals. Miss Bridget, please bring Coral’s body over.”

Necromantic magic?

"No."

Brigitte was also confused, and hugged Coral's still warm body.

With a wave of his hand, Lundel sent a cluster of pale green spores into the coral's nasal cavity. In an instant, the coral's body shriveled up, while bright red roses grew from every opening in its mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

Brigitte felt a little nauseous at the sight and turned to pick up her snuff bottle.

Although she is quite perverted, her perversion is an appreciation of beauty, not a pure enjoyment of disgusting people.

She was much more interested in this thing than watching such a disgusting performance.

Lundell glanced at Brigitte and sensed something ominous about her. He warned her, "Miss Brigitte, you may have some trump cards, but I haven't played all my cards yet."

Brigitte waved her hand and said, "Don't worry, I'm right next to you. Besides, Archbishop, you're a proper high-sequence king. Even in a nightmare, do you think you're afraid of a king who's only a Sequence 6 in reality?"

Lundl shifted his gaze.

Although these words came from Brigitte Macron's mouth, they are somewhat hard to believe.

But Lundl did indeed think so.

Londel didn't bother to say anything more about it, as he didn't want to antagonize this young lady right now.

In the material world, the Ansu Navy is relentlessly pursuing their fleet. Whether they can find a safe haven depends on this young lady's help.

Brigitte found a corner, leaned against the wall, and shook her snuff bottle, listening to the whispers of ghosts.

As the smoke billowed and the smell of tobacco grew stronger,

The snuff bottle, no bigger than a wine glass, was billowing smoke, obscuring the view of those around it.