The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 167

“Could you introduce me to that individual?” Lucy asked.

She didn’t think this would make her seem overly insistent or lack the demeanor of a Tier 3 expert. Opportunities had to be seized. She didn’t care about appearances.

“Please be patient. When everyone has arrived, she will naturally appear.”

Avena shook her head, seemingly not planning to introduce that person to Lucy in advance.

Even when Lucy asked a few more questions indirectly later, Avena was completely impenetrable. By the time Oppold arrived, Lucy hadn’t managed to pry any information out of Avena.

Originally, Lucy thought Avena had some issue with her. Her face was calm almost the entire time, making Lucy wonder if she had been too pushy with her questions.

But when she saw Avena’s noticeably cold attitude towards Oppold, Lucy realized that Avena’s attitude just now was actually quite good.

At this moment, led by Avena, Lucy and Oppold went to the main banquet hall. Oppold seemed to be constantly looking for opportunities to talk to Avena, while Lucy was getting a bit anxious from waiting.

No, I have to risk it.

Lucy found an excuse to go to the restroom. In the restroom, Lucy took out a rusty coin.

She didn’t have much budget available, and time was urgent. She hadn’t had time to apply for more funds. She might not be able to outbid the Church of the Savior Goddess.

At this moment, she had to take a gamble and make her luck better.

Ding—

The rusty coin was flicked by Lucy. After tracing a graceful arc in the air, it landed on the back of Lucy’s hand.

The eyeball angel looked directly at Lucy, making her slowly exhale in relief.

Steady.

The “Strong Luck Coin” had given her a response. Now, even if she failed to win the bid, she would have unexpected gains, and could even bypass the bidding and meet “that” mysterious transcendent in advance.

Having already received “Strong Luck,” Lucy didn’t continue to gamble. This time, she chose to stop in time.

The last opportunity was to be kept for a desperate situation to turn the tables. This was one of Lucy’s hidden cards—although the uncertainty of this hidden card was quite high.

Lucy, having put away the coin, returned to the main banquet hall. At this moment, the invited guests had basically all arrived. Looking around, it was mostly familiar faces—mostly senior members of Deton Group, who had made many purchases.

Among them, Professor Ashford was an old acquaintance of Lucy. They had met more than once. Professor Ashford often represented the Redemption Society to purchase some transcendent materials from Deton Group and was a partner.

If all else failed, she could borrow some money from the professor—after all, this person charged exorbitant fees for treating patients.

Clap clap—

Two crisp claps attracted everyone else’s attention.

“I believe everyone knows what this tea party is for. The Divine Advent Church archbishop is currently imprisoned in the manor, and the person who captured her…”

In the center of the main banquet hall, Avena looked at the transcendents before her, explaining the current situation.

When they heard that the transcendent who captured the evil cult archbishop was someone else, their faces basically showed a hint of surprise. And Hugh, the Bishop of the Church of the Savior Goddess, who had been hidden behind her mask, also slightly nodded.

She could tell that Avena wasn’t lying.

“I won’t waste your time. I will go and invite that person over. If there’s anything, you can talk among yourselves.”

After Avena finished speaking, she walked past the transcendents around her and left the main banquet hall.

After Avena left, Oppold’s sneer was heard in the banquet hall.

“Heh… Who is this person, putting on such a show, making everyone wait for her?”

Oppold lifted the red wine glass in his hand and drank it down in one gulp, a hint of disdain on his face.

His coming here was originally just to see Avena openly. He wasn’t very interested in the Divine Advent Church archbishop. He had just been rebuffed by Avena and was now feeling irritated.

He was just waiting to see who would come next, then he would mock them thoroughly—unlike others, he didn’t have much conflict of interest.

Moreover, he knew almost all the Tier 3 transcendents within Ansu. Next, he would see who arrived.

Lucy did not agree with what Oppold said. She held the red wine glass in her hand, quietly looking towards the door, sensing the aura outside the door.

At this moment, the banquet hall gradually fell silent. Almost everyone was looking towards the door, waiting for the arrival of that mysterious transcendent. The atmosphere in the entire banquet hall began to become oppressive.

With so many high-tier transcendents staring in that direction, no matter who arrived, their presence would be suppressed by the oppressive atmosphere here.

Tap, tap—

Footsteps sounded from the direction of the door. Even the gas lamps in the hall flickered slightly, and some of the transcendents had already sensed something in advance.

A child?

Professor Ashford’s expression showed a hint of confusion. Among the Tier 3 transcendents he knew, it seemed none had this physique.

And Hugh, beside him, felt more.

An ordinary person? What’s going on?

At this moment, Hugh’s brows also slightly furrowed beneath her mask.

She even began to doubt whether the “Divine Advent Archbishop” truly existed in this manor.

Just as the sound of footsteps got closer and closer to the inside, the wine glass in Lucy’s hand slipped and fell onto the carpet, making a dull sound, and the wine spilled everywhere.

Huh? Why at this moment…

Lucy bent down. Her gaze was just obstructed by the table full of red wine and the tablecloth before her. Just at this moment—

Oppold, who seemed to have seen something, took a step back in an exaggerated manner, bumping into the wine table behind him, making a loud noise.

Everyone, including Lucy, turned their gaze towards Oppold. They saw Oppold’s distorted face, his eyes showing almost unconcealable fear. Such a loss of composure seemed to appear on the arrogant Oppold’s face for the first time.

What’s going on?

Ashford frowned and glanced at Oppold. He could feel that Oppold’s mental state was extremely unstable at this moment.

But following Oppold’s gaze towards the door, the beautiful red-haired young girl at the door seemed so ordinary… Isn’t this just an ordinary young girl?

Whose child is this? Did she come to the wrong place?

It wasn’t just Oppold. At this moment, Hugh’s emotions were also somewhat unstable. She raised her hand to support her mask, but she couldn’t suppress the fear that kept surging in her heart—as if just seeing that young girl was enough to make her afraid.

What puzzled her the most was that a spiritual alarm sounded in her mind, urging her to leave quickly.

But looking at the other transcendents in the hall, including Professor Ashford, their expressions were very normal and they seemed unaffected.

The young girl at the door just casually scanned the people in the hall and slowly said, “Pleased to meet you. My name is Ciel…”

She paused for a moment, then a sentence that made Lucy’s heart tremble sounded in her ear.

“Where is Miss Silva?”

Suddenly being called out made Lucy, who had realized something was wrong and had been hiding behind the tablecloth, tremble inexplicably.

Why was my name called out? Why did the other party know me? It’s as if they were planning to meet me all along.

Her intuition told her not to stand up, not to look up…

Something bad was going to happen.