Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

First, they draw a huge pie to attract wealthy people to invest, and then they actually produce some results, but it is just a little result, and most of them cannot be put into commercial use at all. They are purely experimental products.

Of course, there were some who succeeded, and quite a few. But there were even more who failed! Many merchants who believed Marne's lies went bankrupt...

Maan Cullen will do anything to raise funds.

Fund-raising fraud, bad checks, passing the parcel, Ponzi schemes...

Although Mr. Mann Cullen lives in a kingdom of irises that resembles the 19th century, he has mastered the exquisite monkey tricks of a listed company on Earth in the 21st century.

Marn ignored the bartender's sarcasm. He glanced at a painting on the wall that looked like "The Scream" and said, "A wise man cannot argue with a fool. Sir! Tell me about the movements of the Twin Snakes."

"Twin snakes..." The bartender stopped wiping the glass, grabbed the glass, and threw it against the wall.

With a snap, two twisted human figures in the painting on the wall began to writhe like earthworms or caterpillars.

"Hey! Brianna, he found us!"

"Freya, drag him into the small dark room!"

"No, they're too heavy!"

"so what should I do now?"

"What should I do?"

"What should I do?"

"Hahahaha!"

.................

I had a kidney stone and I feel a little weak. I will never dare to not drink water again.

I surrender first, I can't update four times. I came back at 2 o'clock in the morning and asked for sick leave from the unit and slept all day. I will recover first, so the update will be unstable in the next two days. I will try to update twice a day

Volume 1: Chapter 87: Hand Eating

After a burst of laughter, the two distorted human figures on the wall returned to normal.

Maan was speechless and said, "Can these snake followers have any legitimate tricks?"

The bartender spread his hands, showing equal contempt for Marn and the elf, and at the same time used a broom to clean up the glass fragments under the wall.

"Your actions are no more moral than theirs. I really urge you not to cheat people out of money, at least not from me. I still need to run my shop."

"Ha! Sir! I've stressed again and again that this is not a scam. Look!" Marn Cullen walked to the telephone exchange cabinet and gently stroked it. "She is so perfect, so beautiful, she is simply a masterpiece of the Father of All Things..."

The bartender said ruthlessly, "That's what you said last time when you were talking to that machine that lets you see film animation through a small hole."

"Hey, at least I made the painting move that time!"

"Haha, I can make a painting move just by flipping through a notebook. Your masterpiece is no match for a few pieces of paper."

The bartender sighed again, "And that fax machine of yours that uses a pendulum and chemical paper. You said hers looks like your lover."

"Sir, you are wrong. That one really works."

"Yeah, yeah, it takes six hours to transfer one page. The cost of a machine is as much as my annual expenses. Why don't I just hire a fucking artist?!"

Maan was unconvinced and said, "According to you, there are no useful inventions in the world. Mr. Bartender, technological progress also takes time. Your exploration of supernatural powers is not something that can be achieved overnight!"

"That's true. But your lover was bought by the Anzu Royal Society and improved. Now your little lover only needs ten minutes to paint a picture. She can serve the Royal Society much more efficiently than you." The bartender agreed with this, laughing heartily and adding a critical blow, "And you don't even have the patent for your lover!"

"Fuck you!"

Maan rolled up his sleeves and was about to punch the bartender, but considering that the salon was about to begin, he muttered something about the Anzu Royal Society having no innovative spirit at all.

Seeing that it was almost time, the bartender put on his hat and walked out of the bar which was decorated as a banquet hall. He asked several staff members to act as waiters and prepare to guide the incoming guests.

Voices could already be heard outside. Although the salon was still half an hour away from starting, the sounds of carriages, the ladies' high heels, and the grumbling of gentlemen could all be heard. You could hear them clearly as soon as you reached the main entrance.

Outside the Earl's mansion, Tia and Anne also waved to stop a public carriage. They first went to the subway station and pretended to go to Silver Castle, but in fact they were meeting Isabella. Then the three of them took another carriage and went straight to the Woodpecker Bar.

Vanessa asked Isabella to take over, which Tia really didn't expect.

If she remembered correctly, Vera would also come over to complete the last step of the transaction with Annie, right?

I can only say that I was lucky.

At this moment, many carriages were parked on the side of the street. Noble ladies and wealthy ladies, wearing white lace gloves and beautiful pleated skirts, were either supported by gentlemen or followed by servants in luxurious clothes, gathered in groups of three or five.

Holding up a fan to half-cover herself, there was a stereotypical chuckle, and those who didn't know would think it was a rooster crowing.

This wasn't much different from the later generations of celebrity-chasing concerts, except that the target became scientists and scientific salons. Therefore, the gentlemen who were dragged along despite having absolutely no interest in the event couldn't help but grumble.

Fortunately, this is not a beer hall, at least Tia doesn't have to worry about coming here to listen to the lecture. Suddenly, while listening, a failed art student came up and waved his fist passionately.

"All the wise men have arrived, young and old alike!"

In the carriage, Tia looked out the window with a little surprise. Although she had known that science was popular for a long time, she really didn't know that it had become so popular.

Anne took Tia's hand and said with a giggle, "After all, the reason for this is to raise donations. Besides simply admiring the great inventor, I'm afraid some people are here to do business. The telephone and fax machines invented by that great inventor are now very popular!"

Isabella looked at the two girls holding hands without giving it much thought. She was also surprised and said, "I've heard of Maan Cullen before, but I didn't expect he had such appeal in Ansu."

The nun couldn't help but wonder, "If he's raising funds, why not open a salon in Silver Castle? There's the Royal Society there, so he could probably do something bigger there, right?"

"Perhaps our great inventor has other ideas." Tia didn't care much and said, "Aunt Isa, the door is open. Annie and I will go in first."

Isabella said, "I understand. What should I do then?"

"Stay in the carriage. I've asked the police to leave two officers nearby. You can talk to them. If anything happens, they'll go back and notify the church and the police." Tia also shook Annie's hand. With her other hand, she pulled out a submachine gun from her windbreaker and said, "If the gun fires, don't hesitate, come in and provide support immediately."

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However, after entering, the bar was far from the dangerous and dangerous place that Tia and Annie had expected.

On the contrary, the scene was even a bit like Anne's birthday party, except that the protagonist had changed from Anne to the gentleman with irises and a top hat.

And it's much more crowded.

The bar was packed with spectators, most of whom were beautifully dressed ladies, either young girls exuding a pure and lovely aura, or ladies exuding mature charm.

Anne was not very adaptable to this crowded environment, especially the smell of perfume everywhere, which made her frown.

Tia had no choice but to take her to sit in the corner first, and gently rubbed her lower abdomen through Anne's clothes.

"Is this better?"

"It's still a bit uncomfortable. It smells terrible in here."

"open mouth."

"Ah? Oh!"

Tia pricked her finger with the tip of the dagger, put her finger into Annie's mouth, and reminded her: "Bite the tip of your finger, don't be too hard, and then lick along the teeth mark."

Annie whimpered and couldn't explain clearly, but her face turned red immediately.

It's dirty to lick like this!

And there are so many people around.

She looked around and saw that the audience were all looking at a huge machine on the stage that was originally used for acrobatic or musical performances. No one was looking at her, so she snuggled into Tia's arms.

He bit lightly with his teeth, leaving a red mark on the tip of Tia's index finger, and blood began to flow from the tip of the finger that had just been pierced by Tia.

Anne closed her eyes, took the first two joints of her finger in her mouth, and slid her tongue across the tip of her finger, sucking the blood. The blood had a faint fluorescent glow and tasted sweet and delicious, like some kind of honey.

Anne didn't think skin was something delicious or tasty, and she couldn't even taste the so-called body fragrance when she put it in her mouth.

She had tried this herself. She licked every place on her body that she could reach, but there was no obvious smell anywhere.

But Tia's fingers tasted of ice cream, a sweet, creamy aroma with a refreshing sweetness and a cool sensation on the skin. When she swallowed it, it turned into eggnog, warm and cozy. Combined with the small amulet Tia had given her, it was very comfortable in the winter.

Tia rubbed Annie's belly and asked, "How are you now?"

"Yeah, much better." Annie let out a breath, not feeling comfortable continuing to lick, but her legs were curling up and down under the sofa, and she was obviously in a good mood.

At about five o'clock, in front of the huge machine covered with red velvet, more than two meters high, and attracting everyone's attention, a gentleman with irises in a dark black suit took off his hat, and the three peacock feathers on the hat swayed slightly.

Someone in the bar shouted something, and immediately, there was a roar of applause.

"Mr. Maan! We love you forever!"

Volume 1: Chapter 88 (2) Chapter 88 (3) Chapter 88 (4) Tia Sulph's Salon Time

On the stage, Maan Cullen raised his top hat high, bowed, stood up, put on his top hat, waved to the audience, and stood in front of the huge machine covered with red cloth.

He coughed a few times and said in his clear, high-pitched voice with a unique accent that ended in the leaping sound of irises:

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Nice to meet you!"

As soon as Maan finished speaking, he paused slightly, and suddenly there was a wave of cheers from the audience.

The Iris gentleman smiled and clapped his hands, and the noise suddenly calmed down.

"You may already know my name, but there may be some who don't. However, I believe I won't disappoint you all tonight. This is because this will be the most groundbreaking invention in information exchange systems this decade, and it will usher us into a new era!

"Yes, some of you will doubt me. What kind of invention could be called the one that leads mankind into a new era? It's ridiculous. But in fact, it took only fifty years from the steam engine to the era of large-scale industry.

"It has been sixty-nine years since the discovery of electromagnetism. Back then, no one even knew what a generator was. It has been forty-four years since my mentor, Professor Arthur Hyams, discovered the phenomenon of electromagnetic induction. Then, generators, electric motors, telephones, telegraphs, fax machines, and electric lights emerged one after another.

"Forty-four years after the first great unification of electromagnetism, I am honored to announce another great leap forward in information switching systems: the step-by-step telephone exchange! Replacing the traditional manual switch, a single one, without the need for an operator, can provide service—now used by nearly the entire Greater Bay Area. Labor costs will be reduced by 90%! Telephones will be accessible to every household!

"And this is just the beginning. Ten years from now, we can fully imagine an unmanned electric age, where machines will operate on their own like the self-disciplined puppets in legendary novels, and everyone will be liberated from tedious labor!

"There's no reason for us not to believe that the dawn of a new era has arrived!"

Maan finished speaking in an enthusiastic and passionate voice, raised his hat in greeting, walked to the switchboard and removed the red cloth, and a work of art that could be called a masterpiece of the mechanical age appeared before the audience.

There was a sudden burst of applause from the audience.

In the corner, Annie covered her mouth in disbelief and said, "This is indeed a great invention. Tia Tia, it's amazing. Will everyone really not have to work in the future? Then can I also learn things without going to school?"

Tia looked at the switch and then she remembered that she seemed to have seen it in a textbook or after-school reading material in her previous middle school life. It was a bit like a magnetic radio.

But this thing is still far from being unmanned.

Tia clearly smelled a scam.

She narrowed her eyes and smiled, "It's hard to say."

Technology is the authority of the forging hammer, and naturally, it is also a part of extraordinary power. Power has a price, but the price of technology is often not so obvious, and people often only realize it belatedly when it is implemented at the social level.

Therefore, after the forging hammer of the holy number 3, what follows is the king of the holy number 4, which represents order and stability.

On the stage, Marne Cullen was demonstrating the use of this step-by-step switch. He held a horseshoe-shaped microphone in his hand and pressed his fingers into the holes of the telephone dial and pushed hard.

As he dialed the dial, Maan said, "According to the old telephone method, although we also turned the dial, it only sent a telegram to the operator far away in front of the switchboard."

“And now!”

Maen smiled and dialed the dial four times. The unattended switchboard began to click, and another phone in the distance began to ring rapidly.

"Father of all!"

"Is this done entirely by machines? How did they do it?!"

"A machine like this could save five or six operators!"

Another gentleman asked in disbelief, "Mr. Munn, did you hide someone in that big iron cabinet and secretly dial the number?"

The people around him suddenly let out a subtle, undetectable laugh.

Marn raised her hands. "Of course not! That's the magic of machinery! The perfectly aligned gears and levers are more precise than a human hand. The operator might connect you to the wrong number, but trust me, now you can secretly call your lover at home and never make a mistake again. And it'll be much cheaper."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Just then, another woman stood up and raised her hand. "Mr. Munn, this is truly amazing. But a machine like this would be very expensive to manufacture. Could the cost be just as high as that of three skilled operators?"

"My beautiful lady, your worries are unnecessary." Maan handled this kind of situation very well. He walked to the front of the telephone exchange, borrowed ten phones, asked five waiters to come, and invited five audience members to come up.

Under Maan's instruction, the ten people began to fiddle with the dial and dial numbers half-knowingly.

There was a series of ding-ling-ling sounds, and ten phones on the other side rang at the same time.

The audience staring at the switch all widened their eyes.

Maan raised his hat high and spoke eloquently:

"Ladies and gentlemen, what you see now are only ten people. Theoretically, this machine is enough to support a hundred people dialing at the same time - in other words, we will save a hundred operators!"

“This is the new era!”