Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

"Passion is flowing!"

Crash.

Tia turned the pages of the book intently. Although it was quite interesting to look at the little people, it was a pity.

She is a ruthless witch and a book-turning machine.

Besides, the outrageous scenes she saw during her deep dives were much more outrageous than this.

But the golden-red deer lowered its head and touched Tia's calf, jumping and saying:

"Tia! Come and play!"

The flowers and plants on the windowsill laughed and said:

"we love you!"

The crows beat their drums and cackled, "What's in the sun?"

"The bird is singing!"

The windowsill said.

The little deer jumped and giggled and asked, "What's inside the moon?"

"Dancing bunny!"

Said the wall.

The four walls were twisted, a crow flew to Tia's shoulder and rubbed her cheek affectionately, a deer ran to Tia's legs, stretched its neck and took a bite of the corner of the Book of Hearthfire, the windowsill opened with a rustling sound, letting in the warm breeze, and the flowers and plants rustled and sang in chorus.

"The sun rises in the morning!"

"The sun sets at noon!"

They sang in unison.

Shaking his head.

"The sun sank in the afternoon!"

"Spit out the moon at night!"

They shouted loudly.

Jumping around.

"The moon fell down at midnight!"

"The moon was drowned in the morning!"

They giggled.

Tia remained completely focused, a pure and mysterious reader. These visions were brought about by the Hearthfire Book. The deer in the flames were the flame's manifestation, the crows in the sun were the flame's essence, the singing flowers and plants were the raw materials for alchemy, the warm wind catalyzed the flame, and the twisted walls were the alchemical vessels.

This is the Book of Hearthfire.

This is a secret text that tells about achieving the sublimation of one's own life essence through alchemical techniques. It has a total of three chapters. The first chapter that Tia read mainly introduced the purpose and alchemical techniques, and was accompanied by a large amount of jaw-dropping alchemical secret knowledge.

The two main schools and branches of alchemy, substitution scholars, and great philosophers are all mentioned here in large numbers, but they are just the same things with different names, which should be due to the different times.

There are also two Sequence 9 rituals used as examples.

One is for the Replacement Scholar, called "Hand of Transformation", the effect is:

[Abandon an active ritual or weaken the soul for 24 hours, burn holy salt to arrange the ritual. When your next ritual is successful, you can immediately deploy any ritual you know, ignoring the materials, but the ritual will incur triple the cost.] (The effects of the Hand of Transformation ritual cannot be stacked.)

One is from a great philosopher, called "Golden Fire", the effect is:

[Consume gold and use sulfur to set up the ritual. When the ritual is complete, a controllable fireball is obtained, 10000 times the volume of gold and with a core temperature of 1500°C.] (This fireball cannot cause any damage to the host.)

It was rare to encounter a purely offensive ritual, and Tia's eyes suddenly lit up.

But the previous transformation hand is still acceptable.

The golden fire....I really can't get along with money...

Tia suspected that she would have to strap several kilograms of gold to her body whenever she went out, otherwise she would not be able to fight in any encounter...

The crow's feathers rubbed against Tia's cheek, feeling warm, but unfortunately, it wasn't real.

The illusions in nightmares are so beautiful that they seem to give wings to childhood.

The warm wind brought the news, and said happily:

"Yes! Tia! We are not here! We are everywhere! Wherever you can think of it, there we are!"

Bang! Bang!

There was a sudden knock on the door.

They said, "See you tomorrow!"

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"Hello, is this Miss Tia? I'm here to deliver your invitation on the orders of the eldest lady."

Anne's head maid, Lady Evelyn, was standing just outside the door.

Evelin, not much older than Tia, about twenty-six or twenty-seven, stood outside the door, a polite distance. She had a clear, crisp voice, her long blond hair neatly tied in a ponytail, and she wore a uniform and a knee-length skirt. Beneath the skirt were straight, long legs wrapped in semi-transparent black stockings.

She's a typical head maid...

"I am." Tia nodded and took the invitation, then asked, "Is Annie's birthday coming up?"

Evelin was a little surprised. This was the first time she came to tell Tia about the invitation. Before she left, Miss Anne specifically said that she had never told Tia about her birthday.

How did Miss Tia know?

Tia's smile was as bright as the sun, and she explained, "Because Annie mentioned birthdays once before, I wrote it down."

"It's an honor for Miss to have a friend like you..." Evelin said with a complicated look in her eyes, "But please don't prepare too expensive gifts, Miss Tia. Miss Annie said she would be very happy if you could come."

At this moment, the head maid recalled Anne's expression of anticipation, worry, shyness and joy when she entrusted her to deliver the invitation.

Is the relationship between Miss and Miss Tia really just friends and classmates...

Evelyn remembered helping her roommate deliver love letters to her sweetheart in college, and she seemed to have had a similar reaction.

However, she had investigated Tia's background on the orders of Mrs. Mercury. Judging from her background, she was a talented girl who came from the slums and also worked in the police station. In any way, her resume was impressive.

He shouldn't be a bad person.

Evelin didn’t think much about it, and after sending the invitation, she politely left.

Tia took the invitation and looked thoughtful.

After reading the Hearthfire Book, she vaguely felt that her soul was stronger than before. She also saw the spirituality in Evelyn's eyes when they looked at each other.

She had killed many extraordinary people and could tell at a glance that this maid was a Sequence 9, but the specific method was unknown.

But speaking of spirituality...

Where did Peter Quick's bones go?

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(I'll update one chapter first, and I'll see if I can post another during my lunch break)

Volume 1: Chapter 58 I Think I Get the Whole Birthday Gift

She clearly remembered cutting open Orlando Duke's left foot. The bones hadn't been removed, but the body was definitely there.

After all, this person was an unregistered resident in the archives, so it was impossible for his family to come and claim his body, and it was impossible for him to be sent to the crematorium so quickly. It should be quite easy for her to transfer him out.

But it's hard to say.

After all, the case was too serious after it was exposed, and Tia was not sure whether Roman would hand over the body to her for tampering.

Early in the morning, Tia went to the neighborhood middle school for two classes, and then went to the Grand Harbor District from White Oak Street.

Of course, the first destination was not the police station, but the Cathedral of Our Lady.

As a master of time management, Tia knows how to prioritize.

What about Orlando Duke, spiritual extraction, and extraordinary rituals? They are not important, so put them aside.

The most important thing now is to hold on to the rich woman’s thighs!

And want to hold the rich woman's thigh tightly——

She urgently needs a birthday present!

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At noon, the Cathedral of Our Lady was dazzling, the confessional was brightly lit, and holy candles were lit everywhere.

Tia sat on the bench outside the confessional in her windbreaker and bowed devoutly toward the iron door of the confessional—although she didn't believe in the Father of All Things at all, she was really crazy about Sunday.

In the confessional, Vera, wearing a pseudo-priest uniform, was mediating between two herdsmen who came from Deepwater.

This is an activity organized by a church school, where students can work as part-time priests doing simple tasks. It can be compared to volunteering, as accumulating volunteer hours is essential to graduation.

The soundproofing of the confessional was not very good. Even through the iron gate, Tia could hear the herdsmen inside greeting each other with their familiar hometown accent.

Just by listening to the dirty talk, Tia could probably guess Vera's expression of despair as she looked up at the sky.

The conversation is roughly as follows:

"You son of a bitch! Last year I asked you and you said you didn't know. Now I've caught you in the act and you're still trying to make excuses! Our sheep haven't gotten pregnant or given birth in a year and it's all because of you, an idiot! You idiot who crawled out of a sheep's dung dung dung!"

"What the hell are you talking about? Your sheep not getting pregnant has nothing to do with me! If your sheep aren't pregnant, go find a ram! If that doesn't work, then go get yourself one, you stinky farmer!"

"Still quibbling! As soon as you arrived at my sheep pen, my milking sheep started shaking their butts at you. Oh, the father of all things, you sheep-fucking devil! I haven't seen the lambs in two years. If it weren't for you, we would have been ready to kill the sheep and sell them for money!"

"Can you blame me for this? Just because I'm the only bachelor in the village?"

"Then why do you say our sheep suddenly ran into your house in the middle of the night?"

"Maybe you've fallen in love with our ram. Do you know what emotional freedom is, you old man?"

"I fucking ran into your bed and you call that emotional freedom? Sister, oh, if it weren't for you, such an idiot, I wouldn't have to let this little nun listen to such a dirty story!"

"You curse again!"

"I *your mother!"

Vera leaned back on the bench, looking up at the sky with a look of despair on her face.

How do I mediate this thing?

With a reluctant look on her face, she asked the suspected herder to take 6 gold pounds as compensation - which was eventually reduced to 8 gold pounds by the victim herder.

The young man, who was suspected of having an emotional entanglement with the ewe, shouted and waved his fists, but finally paid compensation, and even directly paid 10 gold pounds to buy the ewe in the sheepfold.

The victim, a herdsman, bowed to Vera again and again with great gratitude, offered her some ghee, and left satisfied.

After the two left the confessional, Tia saw the red-haired girl who had been tortured all morning.

But when Vera saw Tia sitting outside, she gasped, took a step back, and said in shock: "Fuck, you also have emotional entanglements?!"

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Tia has always believed that the excitement in the confessional is no less than the most exciting performances in the Silver Castle Royal Theater.

The nobles' whining and complaining about their family affairs are nothing compared to this kind of excitement! This is a win-win situation.

　You don't even have to buy a ticket! This is a win-win situation.

Won Ma.

Vera leaned on the bench, lying next to Tia, and said speechlessly: "I shouldn't have come to the church school... (2)"

Tia said, "That's great! There are free plays to watch every day."

Vera was speechless again.

The black-haired girl smiled and said, "You just asked me if I had any emotional entanglements, right?

"You really do!" Vera was shocked. She immediately hugged her chest and shrank back, saying in protest, "I won't get entangled with you!"

Tia rolled her eyes at the intimidator, but for her sake she didn't bother to scold him. She just said, "To be honest, a friend of mine has a birthday coming up, and I was planning to pick out a gift."