Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

"Oh. Looks like it's difficult."

"Indeed, after all, the church is going to provide construction aid this time, so they must keep a detailed record. I'm trying to find loopholes in the church's list and defense force."

Eleanor seemed to understand, then frowned and said, "What a hassle. Can't I just apply for an anonymous ticket for you, Tia?"

Volume 1: Chapter 160 Eleanor in Action

The matter of the boat ticket could actually be dealt with from Eleanor. Tia had indeed forgotten about this.

However, if Eleanor helps, there will inevitably be hidden dangers - Her Royal Highness the Princess will take the initiative to ask for a boat ticket for an unknown guest, which will inevitably attract the attention of the royal family and the church.

This matter is not big or small.

To put it in a more serious way, Fernina Bonaparte, a newcomer with no background, would be exposed to the eyes of the royal family.

But this matter itself is not that scary, because Funina's new identity was bound to be exposed.

Then again, once Finina arrived at Iris—even if she only went out to sea—the royal family's Avalon system, which monitored Ansu, would be completely powerless against her. As for Tia and Finina's secret relationship, with Ansu's efficiency, it would probably take decades to uncover it...

So Tia didn't refuse this, but just asked Eleanor to try it.

The next day, Tia took a bus to Newport and tidied up her little nest in Newport.

But Eleanor did not return to White Sand Manor to find Albert immediately. Instead, she waited four or five days after Tia left before going to Silver Castle to find Albert indirectly.

Eleanor opened her mouth and said, "Brother, are there a group of priests and nuns from the church going to be sent to Iris?"

"Oh, that's the truth. Eleanor, why do you ask that?

"I have a friend......."

"Do you have another friend? Sulph, Anne, or Elvira?"

Eleanor's social circle was incredibly small, and Albert was immediately confused.

No one here will be exiled to Iris!

Eleanor said seriously, "No, it's not. I have a friend."

"Is that you, the friend you were talking about?"

"No, I have a friend who's very interested in what's going on with the irises," Eleanor emphasized again.

This is roughly the style of the conversation.

Eleanor never quite said who that friend was.

Albert laughed and sent his sister away after hearing such vague words.

After Eleanor left, Albert fell into deep thought again.

—What’s with Eleanor thinking about Iris?

Of course, he had thought about this. The reason was simple:

The president of the Iris Alchemy Society is proficient in the art of sublimation. He once helped to strengthen the seal of the Moren royal curse a hundred years ago.

The president at that time had a way to resolve the curse once and for all, but the cursed royal member was mentally unstable at the time, and the work was repeatedly postponed.

As for what happened later, Ansu and Iris gradually became estranged, and the president entered the state of "living dead" due to contact with extraordinary objects. There is no need to talk about this matter.

Now that Eleanor's curse is gradually stabilizing and Ansu has formed an alliance with Iris, it is indeed a good time to solve the problem once and for all.

But things are treacherous over there with the irises...

Albert muttered to himself, feeling quite surprised. "This certainly couldn't have been Eleanor's idea. She doesn't know anything about the Alchemical Society. Someone must have been fanning the flames. Is it Ms. Bernice?"

His Royal Highness was reminded of a certain elderly lady with white hair.

Eleanor did not give up and went to the general office of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Silver Castle.

It happened that Ms. Bernice was resting in the office and asked her subordinates to prepare her luggage, but she had not set off yet.

At this moment, the lady is taking time to read an economic newspaper.

The front page of the newspaper featured an advertisement for a new commercial pension insurance company in Baiyinbao Financial City. Rows of tables and tables described the company's advantages over its competitors in highly exaggerated language.

The old lady was actually watching with great interest. She only noticed it when Eleanor approached and asked in surprise, "Little Eleanor? What are you doing here? Are you looking for Albert?"

"No, ma'am. I have something I want to ask you."

"Ah! Of course, just say whatever you want."

"I have a friend......"

Before she had finished speaking, Ms. Bernice asked, "Are the friends you are talking about little Sulph, little Annie, and little Vera?"

Eleanor shook her head firmly and said, "No, I have a friend!"

"Is that friend you're talking about yourself?"

This scene seems familiar.

But Eleanor never explained who "that friend" was. Ms. Bernice was also confused and sent Eleanor away, then immediately asked someone to call Albert.

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Silver Castle, Ministry of Foreign Affairs Office.

Albert straightened his collar, lowered his head slightly, pushed the door open, took off his hat and saluted: "Madam, why did you call me here if you haven't set off yet?"

"Prepare to leave a last message for your whole family."

Ms. Bernice sneered and cut off the retirement advertisement and threw it into her shirt pocket.

"You're joking too much," Albert said helplessly. "You're going to Iris on a foreign mission, not to die in a foreign land."

"Albert! You heartless little bastard! I'm already ninety-five years old! You want me to travel thousands of miles on a ship?"

"Cough cough..."

Albert was a little embarrassed, but there was nothing he could do.

It would be impossible to have an ordinary minister on this foreign visit, as it would lack sincerity. A royal family member would appear too humble and would be unable to explain themselves to the public.

Pope Peter is a good choice, but his identity is not suitable for the current situation - Iris is busy rebuilding the church, what does it mean for you, a foreign heretic pope, to go there?

The only suitable person left is Ms. Bernice.

Bernice kept on babbling, "It would be fine if I were the only one going. But now Eleanor wants to go to Iris too. Albert, was it you who hinted and guided her? You beast! Just because the Alchemy Society has a way to deal with the glass glow, you're sending Eleanor into danger?"

"Hah?! That's simply groundless slander! Ma'am, do you know what you're talking about? Don't you want to take this opportunity to completely resolve the curse that's plaguing the kingdom? And Eleanor is my sister, how could I possibly push her into this fire pit?!"

Albert said dissatisfiedly, "Besides, I've already found a professional to stabilize her curse. I can wait for a dozen years until Iris is stable and then find a solution."

"If it's not you, then who is it?"

"How should I know?! She said she had a friend, it couldn't be those three girls, right?"

"Albert, are you kidding me? But the only people who know about this are your whole family, me, that old Peter, and those few people in the Alchemy Society who are still alive. No one else knows. It can't be a traitor among us..."

The two looked at each other.

The old lady couldn't help cursing when she mentioned this. "I should have thought of that! Before it was Maan Cullen, and now it's Eleanor. They really want to cause chaos in the world!"

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The Royal Capital Cathedral, the Apostolic Palace.

The contemporary Pope of the Holy Church, Peter, was sitting on a bronze chair, wearing a triple crown on his head and holding a scepter in his hand. Although the old man was dressed solemnly and solemnly, his face was filled with indelible kindness and benevolence.

He nodded towards Eleanor and said, "Eleanor, are you done with the painting?"

"Oh. Alright."

Eleanor applied the last bit of paint and carefully turned the still-wet painting over to show Peter.

Peter smiled and said, "It's a very nice painting. I already know what you're talking about without you even telling me."

"You want to get a spot on the ship for your friend, right?"

Eleanor's eyes widened, "How did you know?!"

"Haha. This involves very profound knowledge. I can't tell you these, let alone teach you. Even those basic knowledge are mixed with deeper things in my mind, becoming chaotic and dangerous.

"If you want to know and learn, you can go to the Cathedral of Our Lady in New York. My fellow student, Marshall, is a bishop who is even better at preaching and teaching."

Eleanor shook her head. "I don't want to."

"You kid..." Peter laughed and said, "I can give you the place you want. As for who gets on board, I won't ask, I won't care, and I won't record it. But, Eleanor, there are two places for this."

"Let's set the rules. I'll give you two spots.

"But, there must be two of you on board. These two people must be someone you cherish. There must be two of you. No more, no less."

Volume 1: Chapter 161 Shrike: Where did this come from?

After hearing this request, Eleanor thought about it for a long time.

Two, and both must be people you cherish.

This is a really troublesome test.

Who are the people I cherish most? Tia, Anne, Vera, my brother, my mother...it seems like a lot.

However, Albert and Elizabeth were of high status and could not board the ship.

Eleanor vaguely understood something - it seemed that no matter who was allowed on board, Tia's appearance would be exposed.

This was not so much a choice as it was that Pope Peter had long seen through the disguise of the so-called "friend".

But strangely, Pope Peter just stood by and watched the whole thing, showing no favoritism towards Eleanor and Thea, nor towards the royal family and the church.

Eleanor returned to 16 Crown Street that evening and thought for a long time.

And the other side.

As soon as Tia withdrew from the close monitoring range of the Avalon system, she immediately returned to the small house on Oak Street in the North Port District of Newlon Port and conducted a detailed inspection of the surroundings of the house.

After making sure that no one was following or monitoring her, Tia opened two bottles of wine and called over a few spiritual crows.

The shrike did not get up and was a strange creature.

Shrike is controlling the crow flock and helping Tia closely track the whereabouts of Maan Cullen.

Ordinary spirit crows can also be tracked, but they are difficult to control.

Spirits are special beings that prioritize food over punishment. Pursuing a specific desire is the underlying logic of all their actions, especially for those without sanctuaries. When this logic takes effect, they lose even the awareness of seeking benefits and avoiding harm.

So there needs to be a supervisor behind the scenes whipping the workers hard.

As for why it was the Shrike—on the one hand, the Raven King's sanctuary was controlled by Tia, and he dared not disobey. On the other hand, Tia provided him with good wine, so the Shrike was somewhat content with the worldly pleasures and not longing for the deep sea...

There is no need to talk about this matter anymore. Tia's thoughts also followed as several ravens landed on the windowsill and gradually folded their feathers. They stood in a row, all staring at the bottle of wine in Tia's hand.

The last raven saw that there was nowhere to land, so it flew around in the sky in a panic.

It looks like the isolated look of a child in kindergarten when they were sharing fruits.

Tia stretched out her arm and let the raven fly down. She looked at the ravens and asked, "What's going on with the Shrike?"

The first raven opened its mouth and cried:

"Ah! The beautiful, intelligent, generous, selfless, understanding, and innocent witch lady! Your Majesty is flying after that little brown-haired girl!"

The second raven yelled enviously:

"Haha, haha! A kind, lovely, beautiful, easygoing, and approachable witch lady! His Majesty the Shrike actually rolled into the ship's cargo hold mid-flight and has been soaking in a wine barrel all day! A while ago, that dog even took him out and threw him into the river!"

Tia looked at the first raven and frowned, "Is this true?"

The first raven said in panic, "It's a lie! A pure lie! His Majesty the Shrike was just badly beaten."

The remaining ravens cackled in a chaotic manner, all trying to pick up the pieces for the shrike.

After all, he's the boss! We should at least give him some respect, right?

Some shouted, "His Majesty the Shrike was also keeping a close watch, but he was discovered. He really tried to intimidate the dog, but he really couldn't defeat it!"

Someone shouted, "That dog is so weird. Even though it's only at Sequence 7 depth, it fights like a madman. And that little girl, anyone who steals her wine is like the murderer of her father. I even had half my head chopped off! The boss was even worse off; that dog nearly bit his butt off."