The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 151

At this moment, the other cultists had also finished disguising themselves at the fastest speed, each boarding different carriages, departing from the farm.

And Ciel’s carriage was replaced with a new one, its exterior looking very plain, like a model often used for rent.

“Lord Ciel, please get in.” Tara opened the carriage door, jumped down, slightly bowed, and said to Ciel.

After Ciel got into the carriage, Tara asked by the door, “Lord Ciel, where are we going?”

“Berren City.” Ciel thought for a moment, then said, “Just stroll around Berren City. Let the others follow from a distance.”

It was daytime now. There would be more pedestrians on the road. If they traveled as such a grand convoy, it would be a bit too conspicuous.

Although she could indeed be conspicuous now, and no one could stop her, Ciel was naturally like this and didn’t like being in too many people’s sight.

After Tara said something to the bishop disguised as a coachman, she returned to the carriage compartment, sat across from Ciel, and reached out to close the carriage door.

The carriage swayed as it sped towards Berren City, blending in with other cargo carriages.

Soon, the carriage entered Berren City, passed the street intersecting Clock Tower Alley and the gem processing factory, and headed straight towards the Gem District.

Ciel, who had been observing outside the window, noticed that the deserted factory she quite liked to go to had been bought by someone this month, and construction had resumed. It seemed the framework was already completed, and equipment was being transported inside.

Berren City was in a phase of rapid expansion. The influx of external population was also gradually increasing. Such rapid development might become more common in the future.

If no accidents happened from now on, Avena could obtain a considerable profit just from the appreciation of her land and factory buildings here… Of course, all this was premised on Berren City remaining stable and peaceful.

Under the current chaotic situation, perhaps no capitalists would be willing to invest money here in the future—they also feared their factories being burned, and being hanged on lampposts.

When passing through Clock Tower Alley, Ciel saw many patrolling troops. Perhaps due to the previous riots, the military here had become active.

Fortunately, Ciel’s carriage didn’t encounter strict inspections or routine questions, which might be the coin’s effect.

However, the police officers on the road would stop, respectfully watching the carriage leave when they saw the coachman and the carriage—they could sense the presence of a high-ranking church figure inside. This was the sense of familiarity brought by the imprint in their minds.

But at this moment, the horse running at a slow pace ahead suddenly neighed. Ciel only felt a pushing sensation, and the entire carriage began to accelerate forward.

Under the sudden acceleration, Tara, sitting opposite Ciel, whose feet couldn’t even reach the carriage floor, leaned forward, directly falling onto Ciel.

The next second, white shadows surged from behind Tara. She hugged Ciel, directly breaking through the carriage compartment, and landing steadily on the ground, while the carriage they had just ridden in crashed directly into another out-of-control carriage from the opposite direction.

A loud crash, and the neighing of horses immediately sounded, attracting the attention of many passersby.

The bishop disguised as a coachman also didn’t jump out when the two horses collided. Instead, he directly crashed into the other carriage. Simultaneously, white shadows surged out and covered his body, shielding him from these ordinary injuries.

What’s going on?

Ciel stood up with Tara’s support, brushed the dust off her hands, and frowned slightly.

Weren’t both sides heads? Why did they get into a car accident?

A horse with a broken leg was wailing on the ground, while a woman climbed out of the tilted carriage opposite, appearing disheveled.

“Sorry… it seems my horse was spooked.”

The frail, ash-covered young girl with light brown hair patted the dust off herself, looked at the other carriage, her pupils constricting almost imperceptibly.

“Miss, are you alright?” The coachman opposite pushed the horse pressing down on him, staggered to the young girl’s side, and asked, “Are you injured anywhere?”

Seeing the young girl didn’t reply, the coachman turned to look at Ciel, and angrily shouted, “Do you know who you just crashed into? Is this how you drive a carriage?”

Listening to the coachman’s angry shouts, the light brown-haired young girl felt cold sweat dripping down her back. She quickly stopped the coachman, who was clearly suffering from road rage, handed over a few gold pounds, and said in a low voice, “Give this to them. This is compensation. Quickly pack things up, let’s go.”

“But…”

“Go!”

“Yes, Miss…”

The young girl watched the red-haired young girl over there look towards her, could only smile at her. Inwardly, she frantically urged the coachman to hurry and pay compensation.

She had already seen the white and black shadows surging around… God knows how many cultists were hidden around!

How could she be so unlucky! Just heading to a meeting before a mission, and she crashed headfirst into the cultist leader of Berren City!

But the cultist leader’s next action made the light brown-haired young girl’s heart stop.

She didn’t take the gold pounds from the coachman. Instead, she walked to the young girl’s side and said softly, “Are you alright? Are you injured anywhere? Sorry, it was my subordinate’s mistake.”

The red-haired young girl’s tone was gentle, her demeanor elegant. But the shark teeth in her mouth gleamed coldly under the sunlight. One could almost smell blood from her mouth.

“No no no, it’s my subordinate’s problem… It is not your fault, Miss.”

The light brown-haired young girl lowered her head, saying sincerely, “Please accept my apology. I also have a date with a friend…”

“Are you in a hurry?”

Hearing the cultist leader’s words, the young girl was relieved, nodding repeatedly, saying, “Yes, I need to rush to my appointment.”

“What a coincidence. I have another carriage. How about I give Miss a ride?”

The cultist leader’s smile widened, “May I please have your name?”

“Leticia Bloom…”

She subconsciously blurted out her usual disguised identity. But the moment the words left her mouth, the young girl immediately regretted it.

A drop of sweat flowed down the young girl’s back.

At this moment, a younger voice, a voice the young girl absolutely didn’t want to hear, sounded from behind the cultist leader.

“This is a lie, Lord Ciel.”