Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

But later, because the sarcasm was too intense, especially because a member of parliament accused it of being "a complete humiliation to the kingdom", the city hall's visible big hand strangled it to death.

As for what Her Majesty the Queen thinks?

Her Majesty the Queen is in Silver Castle.

Tia was studying the newspaper carefully from a critical perspective, and she couldn't help but smile.

At this time, people were already arriving at the police cafeteria to get their meals, and a line had formed in front of them. The young police officers, seeing Tia leisurely sipping tea, had envy on their faces.

Because of the illegal pharmaceutical smuggling case, the entire police station was working overtime, and only Tia had time to relax.

Of course, the police officers had no objection to this matter, mainly because they had all heard that the case was solved by Consultant Tia, and only one person was involved in the entire case!

Gods above, the Father of all things above!

When they checked the crime scene, they found no less than fifteen bodies, all of them strong and burly men, and they all carried guns!

In other words, these two people knocked down all fifteen people - it was simply a miracle.

If this happened during the turbulent founding war when heroes emerged in large numbers, Miss Tia might have become a knight with a name recorded in history, or even obtained a hereditary title!

Of course, these strengths, potentials, and Director Roman's favor are all secondary.

The most crucial thing is that Miss Tia solved the case and found a large amount of stolen goods. Suddenly, the police station became unprecedentedly rich!

So much so that when these police officers heard that the salary of all police officers would increase by 2 pounds, they were a little dazed and almost thought they were dreaming. They were even motivated to work overtime.

Even the most annoying police officer in the police station was no longer cold and distant when he met Tia on the road, and would at least nod in greeting.

Economics determines politics. Marx, Engels, Lenin and Mao never lied to me.

Tia nodded and waved to the other police officers as if they were leaders on inspection. After a hearty meal, she left the police canteen and was dispersing herself. She was planning to take advantage of this holiday to visit Annie and reconnect with her.

After all, feelings will become cold if left alone for a long time. It's a two-way street.

In addition, there is the Book of Hearthfire. She has read a few pages of this mystical work. The content uses a lot of mystical code words, and 80% of it does not belong to the mystical system of Ansu and the countries on the continent.

She looks more like someone from an Eastern mystical context...

It would take time to decipher this book—at least she had to understand the introduction and preface first…

Just then, a noisy sound came from the lobby on the first floor.

In front of the police station, two police officers stopped a man and pushed him to the ground.

The man, a young man in his twenties, had neatly trimmed black hair and a dark blue suit, a well-tailored fit. He held a pen and paper in his hand. He stood up and complained, "I have a press pass from the newspaper! This is a legitimate investigation! You have no right to confiscate my records!"

"Mr. Charles, you are right. But you should go to the scene of the crime to investigate. Didn't we stop you from investigating the poorhouse before? But this is the police station. What are you investigating here? Could it be that our police station is hiding a serial killer or a terrorist executioner? If you think so, I suggest you go to the prison to investigate..."

"Yes, Charles, I've warned you several times! You may act all cocky outside, but we won't buy your tricks in the police station. Who sent you here, and what's your purpose in coming to the police station?"

The young man, Charles, said patiently, "Officers, you are being completely unreasonable. I am only here to seek information from you..."

"That officer, sir!"

Charles saw the outline of Tia's face, wiped his eyes to confirm it was correct, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He waved his hand and said, "Finally, I met an acquaintance. Come over and help your Excellency!"

Volume 1: Chapter 54 The World Needs More Heroes

Tia actually has some impression of this person.

It was the customer who bought flowers that she met when she went to the flower shop to torture Philip Duke that day.

When she was concentrating on torturing Philip, this guy tried to take out a pen and paper. Tia thought he was just a little bit insane, but she didn't expect it was an occupational hazard...

However, arbitrarily confiscating someone's transcript and pushing them down was not really reasonable, even for a police officer, so she just said a few words.

Tia was enjoying a high reputation in the police station at this time. When the two police officers saw that Charles actually recognized Tia, they glared at Charles a few times and then handed the statement to Tia.

Charles followed Tia to the police station entrance, breathed a breath of fresh air, dusted off the dust on his body, and said gratefully, "Thank you so much! I didn't expect to meet you here. If it weren't for your help, the transcript would have been left at the police station."

"You're really bold! Aren't you afraid that I might confiscate your transcript?"

Tia waved the notebook in her hand, and the handwriting on it was faintly visible. It was an interview record.

But what she didn't expect was that the interviewee was Sally - the little girl from the welfare home that Scarlett had helped.

It's really rare to interview children who came from welfare homes.

Charles laughed and said, "I think it's unlikely."

"Unlikely? Then your intuition might not be very accurate."

"Perhaps, sir! But I think a police officer who can give a poor old woman a flower while tracking down her child shouldn't make things difficult for an unknown little reporter like me."

Charles smiled and asked, "By the way, sir, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Charles Alfonso. What is your name?"

"Tia Sulph."

"Sir, are you Tia Solf? May the Father of All Bless you! I just want to interview you!"

"Find me?"

Tia stopped and couldn't help but look back.

Charles followed closely behind, smiling and saying, "I'm looking for you, Your Excellency Sulph! I have a feeling that the illegal pharmaceutical case in the Greater Bay Area will soon be on the headlines! The payment of over 300,000 gold pounds is equivalent to the total tax revenue of New London Port in a week!

"Believe me, this case will shock the entire Newlon Port, and even the Great Silver Castle and the Silver Castle!"

Great Silver Castle refers to the "Silver Castle area", and Silver Castle simply refers to the magnificent royal castle built on the high ground.

Tia said nonchalantly, "Maybe. But shouldn't you be investigating the scene? And taking a couple of photos? What's the point of coming to me?"

Charles denied it outright.

"No, Master Sulph! You must know that for the public, an illegal drug manufacturing case is insignificant, especially since I heard that this bottle of medicine costs 40 gold pounds. The vast majority of the public doesn't care even more. More than 300,000 gold pounds is just a topic of conversation after dinner today and tomorrow.

"The vast majority of the public don't really care about public events that have no vested interests with them, but they really need a leader.

"You know, individuals may possess rationality, but in a group, they become dull and only care about trivial matters, even giving up the power of active thinking. Most people, including me, are so lazy. We always hope that leaders will appear from the sky."

"So the value of interviewing a case is far less than the value of interviewing a hero. I think this article will go viral... If it does, you'll become the officer who solved an illegal drug case worth over 300,000 gold pounds, a rising star in the Newport Police Department, a guardian of fairness, order, and justice, a hero to the Newport region and even Ansu!

"And if you can replicate a few more illegal drug-making cases like this—even if they're much smaller in scale—you'll be crowned with laurels, become an indelible mark in the public memory, and ascend to a higher position, making more and perhaps more beneficial changes to our current situation. I think this is the meaning of my career."

Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap!

Tia clapped her hands for Charles and praised him, "You said it very well."

Charles, still a young man, said shyly, "Thank you for your compliment. Then I can..."

"No."

Tia smiled sweetly and refused, "But I don't want to be a hero, nor do I have the heart to be a leader."

"But!"

"No buts, Mr. Charles. Everyone has their own aspirations. There may indeed be born heroes and leaders in this world, but I don't think I've reached their level of brilliance through such trials. I can tell you the truth. The reason I solved this case was simply because Director Roman asked me to collect the debt from the factory owner, and he promised me a 20% share."

Charles was stunned. He didn't expect there was such a hidden secret. He wanted to say something, but he felt something stuck in his throat.

On the one hand, Tia is indeed not interested in standing on the stage and becoming an idol, and on the other hand, her identity has been exposed to Lexus.

Now Lexus still doesn’t know who she is. If she becomes famous, Lexus will find her target directly.

Although Tia wasn't afraid of this bishop in her nightmares, in reality, he was a true Sequence 5...

Tia said, "Let me show you a way. Scarlett, who solved the case with me, is in the factory warehouse. She's perfect for standing in the spotlight and becoming a hero. But remember, don't write down the debt collection on paper, or your work will be in vain."

"You are a sincere man." Charles couldn't help but sigh: "Your sincerity really makes me ashamed. I will remember your advice."

Charles unexpectedly knew Miss Scarlett.

Because he visited several welfare homes in Beigang District and interviewed more than a dozen children from welfare homes who worked independently in Beigang District and Dagangwan District. Half of them mentioned Scarlett, a trainee police officer who took the initiative to spend money to help them find jobs.

"You are also a sincere person. At least a kind person." Tia handed the transcript confiscated by the police to Charles and pointed to the interview in the transcript.

She accidentally glanced at the short interview record and knew who this Mr. Charles was.

Time: August 534

Location: Hulls Street Apartment Building, Greater Harbour District

Interviewer: Charles Alfonso

Interviewee: Sally (no surname), female, 14 years old

Cha: What is your occupation?

Sha: Working odd jobs in a flower shop.

Cha: What are the compensation and working hours for this career?

Sha: I work 10 hours a day and earn about 7 pounds, which is barely enough to make ends meet.

Cha: Have you ever thought about choosing another job?

S: The pay is lower, sir. Child workers make half what adults make, and women make even less. I'm very grateful to Lady Marla and Sister Scarlett.

Cha: Okay, have you ever considered going to a workhouse?

S: I did, sir. I worked for a few months. Then Sister Scarlett paid the money to get me out, and I'm very grateful to her. I hope she stays healthy.

Cha: What is your job at the poorhouse?

S: I was short and thin, so I was assigned to clean the soot from the machines. This meant crawling under the looms or textile machines when they were stopped and using a brush to remove the lint, dust, and waste yarn, which I then put into sacks. But the lint would get sucked into my stomach, which was always uncomfortable.

Cha: What about working hours and remuneration?

Sha: From 7am to 9pm.

Cha: What about the remuneration for work?

S: We didn't get paid for our work. They gave us two meals a day of a porridge made of dry bread, leeks, and water, each meal a bowlful. They also provided accommodation, a prison-sized room that housed six or seven people, with mold creeping down the walls. We didn't have beds, so we slept on the floor, and sometimes rats would crawl across our faces at night. Over time, my hands and feet became weak, numb, and painful. My lips turned a frightening white, and I often couldn't get up after squatting down. Could we end this interview now? I don't have a chair at home, and standing is too tiring.

Cha: I'm sorry to bother you for so long. This is your payment for the interview.

Tia couldn't help but be shocked when she saw the content. Although it was not the first time she had known about the current situation, she couldn't help but feel her heart churn every time she saw it.

Personally speaking, Tia, a half-baked person who can't be called a hero, is indeed of no help to the current situation, but she is not stingy in praising the real heroes.

She never lacks respect for sincere people.

Tia shook the interview record and returned it to Charles. She now recognized Charles' identity as a reporter.

"Well done, Charles!"

Charles said ashamedly, "No, I'm not as sincere and open as you, nor am I as tireless in my support as Officer Scarlett. In fact, I was commissioned by several members of parliament to investigate the problems of the poorhouse in order to criticize and impeach the current cabinet, and to force the ruling party to make concessions on constituency reform."

Tia smiled and said, "Charles, I told you you're a sincere person! I'll tell Scarlett to give me a special interview with you."

Charles felt even more ashamed and quickly stopped him, saying, "Please stay, sir! Although you don't want to be in the spotlight, please help me write a headline for the news in your name after I finish the manuscript!"

Volume 1: Chapter 55: Hell is Empty

Tia pushed Scarlett onto the stage not on a whim or to make her a scapegoat, but because Scarlett was indeed suitable for this position.

She was born a king, and a born king is a born hero. Tia has been in this world for seventeen years, and she knows what this fucked-up world looks like.

In the past seventeen years, she has witnessed the pastoral idyll of Deepwater in the countryside, and the towering chimneys of the Newlon Port factory area; she has walked through the narrow and dirty alleys of the North Port area, and has also been to the Queen's Avenue in the King's District where the three major forces are driving together.

In the Beigang District and Dagangwan District, she can see the huge ships that are industrial miracles that dock at the port every day. From here, she can take a steam subway directly to the magnificent and solemn Notre Dame Cathedral.

If you reach the Clock Tower District and the King's District, you can also see the University of St. Genting, which has stood here since 114 AD, and the rows of aristocratic villas.

But she had also seen several times the New York Harbor docks during the peak trade season, where freight workers, with only their hard work and strength, carried hundreds of kilograms of cotton cloth, grain, spices and tea, like rows of worker ants moving in a straight line.

In winter and spring when storms are frequent, these workers are forced to flow into factories, where they spend their years in a trance in front of textile machines, filling machines and coal mines.

This inconspicuous work has destroyed the muddy farmlands and sheep pens in countless towns and villages fifty kilometers away, forcing farmers carrying hoes and peasant women working at looms to sell their last bit of land and come to the city to look around in confusion.

Confused people need heroes, so the development of the Holy Church in just one hundred years has surpassed the previous four hundred years.

But the power of divine comfort and free bread on weekends is limited.

Before the vague future promised by the Holy Church arrives, people urgently need a real-world civilian hero, regardless of whether he can really make a great contribution, or whether he is a defender, challenger or subverter of the existing order.

Tia really had no intention of becoming a hero, because the world was so fucked up that it wasn't something that could be solved by one person.

More importantly, she is also a lazy dog.

But if someone could be a hero, she wouldn't mind giving them a push. After all, the world was so fucked up, and it was better for people to have more hope than to be completely despaired, right? Besides, maybe Scarlett could really be of some use! ?

After Tia agreed, Charles left with gratitude.