Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

As for Julis, Charles planned to keep her until the end and question her alone.

"next."

Charles looked at Tara and nodded slightly.

It was indeed quite normal for Opold to be arrested.

Because this banquet was held by Opold.

In any case, Opold himself must give an explanation.

Just as Tara was controlling the white shadow to put Opold down, Julis, who was kneeling beside her, turned her face towards Charles in a daze.

She remembered Ciel's voice... It was the girl who had come to the Clocktower Church a month ago and donated a large sum of money. At that time, Julis could sense that something was not right with her mental state.

But she could never have imagined that the girl who seemed to be just an ordinary person could actually control so many extraordinary people in the Holy Advent Sect, and even command the archbishop mentioned by other cultists...

Who is this person...

This might be the highest-ranking person in the Holy Advent Cult she had ever met... She must find a way to survive and bring the news to the Holy See...

"Cough cough..."

After the rag was taken out of Opold's mouth, he coughed twice and spat to the side.

"Bah... Damn it... Do you know who I am?"

Opold raised his head angrily, and was met with Charles's gaze, which was as if he was looking at a dead person or scum. In an instant, Opold's arrogant aura was suppressed.

When she was hanging just now, I could only see the top of the girl's head. Only when she looked up could I occasionally see her face and eyes.

But when he really looked into Charles' eyes, the fear that seemed to come from the depths of his soul still made Opold feel a little trembling.

What's going on... She's just an ordinary person, why is she so scared...

Moreover, the girl's eyes gave him a feeling that made Opold's emotions, after anger and fear, carry a hint of anticipation.

He really wanted to do something now, to anger the girl in front of him, and let her punish him with that look... just like she treated the fat man just now.

Anyway, after one cut, you won't be hurt at all, and the rest is all enjoyment.

"You should know what I want to ask."

Charles looked at Opold who was trying to stand up and said slowly, "I hope you won't waste my time."

"Ah……"

Opold struggled to maintain a half-kneeling position and slowly spoke, "Why, such a high-profile investigation, arresting so many people... Among those killed in the attack, are there any high-ranking members of your Holy Advent sect?"

"Does this count as meritorious service?"

Opold spoke frivolously, seemingly having no intention of cooperating at all.

But Charles did not indulge him.

With a flash of silver light, "Fatal Blood Roland" was already held in Charles' right hand. At the same time, an exquisite silver pocket watch appeared in her left hand.

"Haha, low-level seals can't do anything to me..."

While Opold was still talking arrogantly, Charles had already turned the "overlimit gear" on his pocket watch.

Click——

A silver gear shadow appeared above the seal and slowly began to rotate.

The gun blade in Charles's hand seemed to be about to explode. In an instant, silver cracks covered the entire gun body, emitting a silver light. A crazy spiritual alarm began to sound in Opold's mind.

No...how is this possible? !

Opold looked at the gun blade in the girl's hand, and his originally relaxed mood disappeared in an instant.

The seal was at most made of low-level materials of the first or second order, and he did not feel any threat from it at all.

But just after the red-haired girl did something unknown, the nature of the gun blade seal seemed to be completely changed, and a terrifying aura began to emanate from the originally low-level seal.

will die.

Looking at the silver light that seemed to be breathing, this thought flashed through Opold's mind.

If he were still in his prime, he might be able to withstand the attack of this seal, but now he has just experienced a battle and was drugged, so he is very weak and cannot take the initiative to defend himself.

The moment he felt his life was threatened, Opold decided not to provoke anymore - he had nothing to do with the matter, and he was under tremendous pressure from all sides because of it, so there was no need for him to bother about it.

Opold could see that their purpose was only to investigate the attack on the banquet five days ago. As long as he could prove that he was not involved and that he was also a victim, that would be enough.

"Wait, I..."

But it's a little too late to regret now.

"boom--"

Charles aimed at Opold's left hand and pulled the trigger directly. The bullet was fired with a huge roar. The silver bullet, wrapped in huge energy, hit Opold's left arm directly.

click -

With just a crisp sound, the bullet directly penetrated his steel left arm and penetrated into the connection between Opold's left arm and shoulder, but did not penetrate.

The intense pain lasted only a moment.

Just when Opold thought he had withstood the attack, he felt a tearing pain in his right arm.

"Uh...uhhh!!!"

Horrifying, dark green branches with silver inscriptions sprouted from the bullet like vines, absorbing Opold's flesh, blood, and bones, pouring out from the bleeding gap, constantly tearing and expanding the wound.

His iron left arm seemed to be injected with some high-pressure gas at this moment. The whole arm began to twist and deform, making a harsh sound of metal fatigue friction. Opold's screams also resounded throughout the dungeon.

"Bang!!!"

After Opold's left arm expanded to its limit, it suddenly exploded, and flesh, bones, and metal fragments flew everywhere like shrapnel. Only a large group of wriggling strange branches remained in its place, and at the top of it, there was a huge, blood-colored Rosa rugosa flower.

The twisting branches almost completely submerged Opold. They entangled Opold and seemed to devour all his flesh and blood.

Tara's white shadow, as if planned, stood in front of Charles, shielding her from the flying bones, metal fragments and minced meat.

Just when Opold was about to be completely devoured, Charles put away his pocket watch, snapped his fingers lightly, and the wriggling branches stopped.

She looked at Opold, who was entangled in the roots, and slowly said, "Now, can we talk properly?"

The terrifying scene almost silenced the remaining extraordinary people present. What frightened them was not the lethality of the spear blade, but the girl...

She could actually... strengthen an ordinary seal to this extent?

Directly changing the properties of the seal? How is that possible?

There is a huge difference between sealed objects and extraordinary items.

The latter can be made by extraordinary people, but the former are all old things that have been preserved for countless epochs. While they have powerful effects, they also have side effects when used.

Not to mention changing its properties or enhancing it, even destroying it is difficult. Even if it is forcibly destroyed, somewhere in the world, a sealed object with almost the same functions and side effects will be created by chance.

That's why others were so shocked when the seal changed.

However, compared to those who were arrested, Tara's expression was much calmer.

After all, she is the Mother Goddess, so whatever she does is normal.

It's just a change in the characteristics of the seal. This is just one of the powers and authority of God. Don't make a fuss.

Opold had lost his previous arrogance and conceit. His hair was scattered in disorder, and he looked at Charles with trembling eyes. He said tremblingly: "I... the assassination incident has nothing to do with me. I am also under investigation by the Queen..."

"Most of these people are my acquaintances. Avina is my cousin. Even I was injured. How could I do such a thing..."

"Even if I wanted to launch an attack, I wouldn't choose to do so at my own banquet. Isn't that the most foolish thing to do?"

Opold knew that such bland information would never save his life.

His mind was working frantically, trying to figure out what valuable information he could get.

Soon, a flash of inspiration flashed through Opold's mind. He quickly looked at the two remaining hanged people and said, "They! They must know! They were also at the party!"

"The one with short hair is called Lucy Silfa, a senior commissioner of the Deton Group. I checked the one with pink hair afterwards! She's from the Bei'ansu Brotherhood! Her name is Goodwin! I saw them talking at the banquet!"

"Woooo!!"

After hearing what Opold said, Lucy, who had been hanging and pretending to be dead, suddenly struggled.

I don’t know if it was because she was too lucky, but the hemp rope that tied her suddenly broke, causing her to fall to the ground, just in time to spit out the rag in her mouth.

Seeing the red-haired girl slowly turn the gun around, Lucy quickly said, "I really don't know anything! The pink-haired girl has a record at Deton Manor. I know she often went there to take on missions. I researched the information for a long time, so I recognized her and chatted with her for a few words! That's all!"

"That's right! The predecessor of the Orlando Republican Army is the Bei'ansu Brotherhood! It must be her! It's none of my business!"

Lucy spoke rapidly, full of a desire to survive and regret in her heart.

Why was he so unlucky? The "coin of good fortune" rolled two tails, and he was immediately captured by the cultists.

What bad luck!!!

147

Chapter 147: “Butcher” Charles.

So that's how it is... So this is what Ciel wanted to find out...

It turns out... Charles is a high-ranking member of the Holy Advent sect, possessing enough power to overturn the entire chessboard of Burren City...

Are these all extraordinary beings...?

At this time, Isabella, the only ordinary person hanging, finally understood why she was caught.

Because she was also present during the banquet attack, and the last person Avina saw before the attack was her...

The most important thing is that Isabella's identity is a bit too sensitive...

And judging from the performance of the person in front, it seems that as long as I lie, the other party will notice.

I have to find a way to prove my innocence... Isabella looked at the dark green roots and branches wriggling on the ground, and felt goose bumps on the back of her hand.

Just as Isabella was thinking about how to defend herself, something strange happened.

Snapped--

There was a sound of a rope breaking.

The pink-haired woman who was tied to her left fell directly to the ground, rolled backwards, and hit the wall with her back.

While rolling, she pulled out a sharp copper piece from her boots, which looked like a lock-picking tool. The pink-haired woman held the copper piece against her neck and looked at the people in front of her coldly.

Her body seemed unable to support her standing up, and she could only lean against the wall. The previous roll seemed to have consumed too much of her physical strength. At this time, the pink-haired woman was panting slightly.

Although she didn't have enough strength to escape, she had enough reaction to slash her neck before the other party started brainwashing her.

A stream of blood was already flowing slowly down Goodwin's neck. Judging from the strength with which she used the copper sheet to support herself, it seemed that she had no intention of leaving alive.

This sudden change caught everyone present off guard, especially Tara, whose face turned ugly after seeing this scene.

Goodwin, who broke free, just sat there and did nothing, as if mocking Tara's unprofessionalism.

"(Orlando) Liberty or death! Long live Orlando!"

Goodwin just shouted this sentence in a hoarse voice, and then directly inserted the copper piece into her neck, piercing the blood vessels and throat, and a mouthful of blood spit out of her mouth.

"Damn it!"

Two white shadows slid quickly along the ground, pounced on Goodwin, and snatched the copper piece from her hand.

At the same time, two white shadows also carried Goodwin, rushed directly to the door, opened the door and left.

"I'm sorry, Master Ciel. I will do my best to revive her."

Tara knelt down in front of Ciel, her forehead against the ground, and said shamefully, "We pried the poison out of this 'adventurer's' teeth, but..."

Charles raised his hand, interrupting Tara and not letting her continue.

"Adventurers" and "gamblers" are both on the path of jumping back and forth between life and death. As long as they bet right, all coincidences and luck will be on their side.

Even if they took the copper piece from the "adventurer's" boots in advance, there would be other coincidences that would allow them to obtain the knife enough to complete their goal.

"What did that woman say just now?"

Ciel looked at Tara and asked.

"Uh……"

Tara recalled for a moment and said uncertainly, "From the accent, it seems to be Orlando, Lord Ciel."