Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

But Tara did not make any move - since the Mother Goddess was not in a hurry, there was nothing for her to be in a hurry for.

"What happened?"

At this time, several detectives also came to the scene and stood between the girl and Charles. They seemed to be maintaining order, but in fact they were blocking Charles behind them.

"It's okay, Detective, it's just a minor accident, Tara, money."

Charles smiled and turned back to glance at Tara.

Tara understood what he meant and took out a delicate wallet from the inner pocket of her cloak. She pulled out two 50 Soviet pound notes from it.

Charles took the banknote and shook it in her hand deliberately. She could almost hear the quiet exclamations of the onlookers.

Charles walked up to the young lady, handed her the banknotes in his hand, and said, "I'm sorry to have wasted your time. Please accept my apology."

"Go ahead, go ahead. Don't block us. There's nothing to worry about."

The detectives seemed to have received Tara's hint and began to disperse the crowd around them.

Those people didn't see anything interesting to watch, so they dispersed after being driven away by the police. Even Charles and Tara got on another carriage and left.

Only the detectives were left to order the coachman to drag the carriage parts and wheels scattered on the ground to the side, clearing a passage for the carriage to pass.

Merritt, holding two 50-pound Soviet banknotes in her hand, stood there somewhat stiffly. The bright sunshine shone on her, but she did not feel any warmth, but a bone-chilling cold.

"Miss, do you want me to call another carriage?"

After checking the horse's injuries, the driver trotted back to Merritt and asked.

But he didn't get any response, he just saw his eldest lady handing him the banknotes.

"Take it back... and buy a new one... a carriage and two good horses."

Merritt said, "I'll walk over there myself."

"Uh...ok."

The driver took the two huge Soviet pound banknotes with some joy and quickly stuffed them into his arms.

This money was enough for him to buy all these things and keep a large sum for himself.

The driver happily led the horse away, while Merritt stood there for a long time before taking a step and continuing to move forward.

In the eyes of others, everything on this street remained the same except for two broken carriages piled on the side waiting to be cleaned up.

But in Merritt's eyes, more than twenty black and white afterimages were standing around her one after another.

Some leaned against the wall, some half leaned against street lamps, and some just stood still in the middle of the road, allowing ordinary people and carriages to pass through their bodies.

These black and white afterimages just stared at Merritt, waiting for her next move.

Merritt knew she was finished.

In just a few minutes of contact, she revealed so many flaws that she had no idea which one it was that made the other party completely lock eyes with her.

She didn't even know where the real bodies of those black and white afterimages of different shapes were, and the idea of ​​dragging all the controllers behind them into the dream seemed a bit foolish.

Now, we definitely can’t continue going to the gathering place… She will kill everyone.

Now her every move is under the surveillance of those cultists, and she has no safe place to go.

To catch a thief, you must first catch the leader... She has absolutely no chance of winning against these cultists.

But she knew the other party's data, knew that the red-haired cult leader was only level 1, and knew that the archbishop next to her was only level 2.

As long as she could get in touch with them alone, she would be sure to drag the two into the dream again. Whether it was modifying their memories or directly instigating them, it would be a way to escape.

She had no other choice.

She slowly raised her head, her sight slowly focused, and her gaze met that of the tall dark figure standing in the center of the road.

In this way, Merritt tells the other person that he can see the other person.

The instigator's ability to hide can deceive them, but not for long.

The moment her eyes met the shadow's, the shadow slowly raised its hand and pointed in a direction, then slowly walked towards the direction it had just pointed.

Merritt nodded slightly, then turned around and followed the black shadow from before. The other illusory shadows also gradually moved towards Merritt and followed behind her.

After following the shadow for almost twenty minutes, Merritt finally stopped outside a house in the Gem District. Outside the house was a familiar carriage, the same new one that the cult leader had taken when he left.

"Goo-"

Merritt swallowed his saliva. The black and white shadows around him had stopped on both sides of the door, as if waiting for Merritt to knock on the door.

Under silent oppression, Merritt walked to the wooden door, slowly raised his hand, and knocked on the door.

"Tara, please open the door for me."

A familiar voice came from inside. As footsteps approached, the wooden door was opened. Merritt saw the cold-faced girl with dark green hair and smelled the aroma of stew inside.

"come in."

The girl made room for him, and Merritt took a deep breath and walked in slowly.

Before Merritt had time to take in the decor of the room, he was drawn to it by the clanking sounds coming from the kitchen.

She turned her head and saw the cult leader with long red hair. He was wearing an apron and holding a soup spoon, stirring the meat in the pot, as if he was cooking something.

A cult leader...cooking?

Merritt looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief. She stood there at a loss as to what to do.

Originally, she walked in with the mentality of fighting to the death, but the contrast after entering made her a little dazed.

The execution ground where he was originally going to seemed to have instantly turned into an ordinary, warm and normal family breakfast time - if he ignored the black and white afterimages at the door.

"You came?"

As if hearing the sound at the door, the aproned female cult leader walked out of the kitchen and asked with a smile, "I remember your name is... Leticia? Can I call you that directly?"

The elegant smile and unhurried way of speaking brought Merritt back to her senses a little. She looked at the red-haired girl in front of her and pursed her lips slightly.

Before she became a cultist, she must have been the eldest daughter of some family...

Merritt thought so.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Merritt spoke, and the corner of her eye quickly recorded all the features around her so that she could construct it as quickly as possible.

Although she was promoted not long ago, her talent is definitely top-notch.

"doing what?"

Ciel blinked, shook his head, and smiled, "Just inviting a new friend over for breakfast...it should be about time."

Merritt watched as the cult leader turned around, filled three bowls of broth in wooden bowls and placed them on a tray, then walked out carrying the tray.

"sit down."

Tara glanced at Merritt and, as she spoke, she moved past her to take a seat at the dining table.

Seeing that the two men had already taken their seats, Merritt hesitated for a while, then walked forward, sat in the empty seat, and looked at the broth in front of him.

A heart placed in the bowl, almost occupying the entire wooden bowl, caught her eyelids, and her pupils trembled slightly.

"Pig heart soup, would you like to try it?"

Charles rested his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers, and rested his chin on them, looking at Merritt with a smile.

Pig...heart?

The size of this heart is no different from that of a human heart.

Even when it was fully cooked, she seemed to be able to see the dark red heart muscles beating slightly under the oil foam.

The more tempting the aroma in the bowl, the more horrified and nauseous Merritt felt.

She is a cult, this definitely can't be a pig's heart...

"vomit……"

Finally, Merritt couldn't bear it anymore, turned around, arched his back, and began to retch.

"Tsk..."

Charles frowned slightly at the way Merritt treated the food he had worked so hard to make.

"If it was the 'instigator', she would definitely drink it... Do you guys in the Pleasure Club really know how to find 'pleasure'?"

Ciel spoke slowly, the coldness in his tone finally no longer concealed.

Happy party? How did she do it so quickly?

No... She doesn't have any information about us, she's just trying to trick me...

"I'm just a Transcendent who's recently been promoted to the rank of Dream Stealer. If I've offended you in any way, I'll apologize."

Merritt turned his head to look in Ciel's direction, trying not to look at the heart in his bowl, and continued, "Please spare my life, sir."

"Did she just get promoted?"

Ciel looked at Tara, and after receiving a nod in response from Tara, Ciel turned his gaze to Merritt again, "No wonder your words are so poor... The potion's mumbling must be uncomfortable, right?"

Charles' words seemed to sting Merritt's chest. Her eyes changed slightly, but she quickly suppressed her emotions. However, this slight change in expression was captured by Charles.

"I don't know whether to say you are kind or stupid,"

Charles shook his head and said, "You didn't even brainwash that ordinary driver into committing suicide when he was questioned."

As he spoke, Charles took out his pocket watch, checked the time, and casually said, "According to the time, they're almost at the destination the driver mentioned. Poor driver, I hope he has a better life in the Holy Advent Sect. At least there are more intelligent people there."

When she heard this, Merritt could no longer suppress her inner emotions. She quickly lowered her head, her pupils trembling slightly.

She had been acting as "Leticia" and had a perfect disguise of her background. Even "Leticia's" parents had completely treated her as their own daughter, so Merritt had never considered being exposed.

No matter how hard she thought about it, she would never have imagined that she would expose the entire team because of such a funny and ridiculous thing as a car crash.

But how did the other party know that I was a member of the Joy Club? Was it just because I lied about my name?

No matter what... I have to take action and not let the team be destroyed in my hands.

The construction of the first floor has basically taken shape...

The complete first-floor structure began to quickly form a circle of light in Merritt's mind, with incandescent light occupying the majority. The dazzling halo exploded in front of Merritt's eyes. When she looked up again, everything had returned to normal.

She looked in the direction of Archbishop Tara. The girl was still drinking the broth and didn't notice anything.

When Merritt looked towards Charles again, he found that the cult leader was still looking at him with a half-smile.

Sister Mary said that this cult leader had a very sharp perception... Had I deceived her? Or had she seen through me?

At this moment, Charles looked at the system screen that suddenly disappeared in front of him, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

She had originally wondered if these two times of exceptional luck had meant she had caught the wrong person, but now it seemed...

My luck is really amazing.

Next, he would wait and trick the other party into modifying their memory, thus triggering the system's automatic protection...

Just watch the other person perform silently.

It's just an ordinary "uniqueness" and a little insignificant knowledge.

Try it, it's okay.

PS:

This doesn't count as an extra update. Tonight's update should be after midnight, which is considered an adjustment to my work and rest schedule. I can update more at night, but don't wait, it will probably take a long time.

I'll sleep a little longer, come back! My normal routine!

Good night in advance!

153

Chapter 153: Extraordinary out of control... and creatures from another world?

Charles remained calm and just looked at the other person with a smile.

The other party's level was so high that even if she simply observed it from the perspective of an ordinary transcendent, let alone allowing Charles to examine it from the perspective of an "instigator", she could only come to one conclusion.

Childish.

This would even make Charles wonder how she managed to digest the "Instigator" potion and complete the "Dream Stealer" reappearance ritual.