The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 107 - Avena’s Soul Healing Therapy (1/3)

“Not enough.”

In the dark alley, a police officer weighed the cloth bag full of silver shillings in his hand and said, “Don’t you know what kind of commotion you caused just now? Get lost, get lost, I can’t take this money.”

“Hey! Bert!” A man took two steps forward and lowered his voice, “What I gave before wasn’t just this!”

“Back off, kid.” The police officer drew the baton from his waist, pressing it against the other man’s chest. “You screwed everything up. You’re out, understand?”

“Fuck.” The man cursed under his breath, then raised his hand intending to take back the money bag, but his outstretched hand was quickly blocked by the baton.

He raised his head angrily towards the police officer named Bert and said furiously, “You said you couldn’t handle this, Bert, what do you mean by this?”

Bert swung the money bag in his hand and said with a smile, “This is just enough for me to pretend I didn’t see you, letting go of this chance for merit...”

Bert’s words made the man in front flush with anger, but the man just stared furiously at Bert for several seconds before turning and running into the dark alley.

Only after the man’s footsteps faded did Bert sneer, take the money bag, and turn towards the street.

A thin police officer, who had taken off his helmet and was fanning himself, saw Bert, held his black steel helmet, spat the chewing tobacco from his mouth onto the ground, and said in a low voice, “All clear, sir.”

Bert glanced left and right, grabbed a handful of silver coins from the money bag, put them directly into the young man’s steel helmet, then patted his shoulder, “Continue patrolling, rendezvous later.”

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“Yes, sir.” The young man turned and left, while Bert weighed the money bag in his hand again, a smile appearing on his face.

Since the Blackwater Gang leader Solari died, most of the Blackwater Gang’s network had fractured. The profits that could be squeezed from them had increased.

However, these days were coming to an end soon... The Blackwater Gang had started thinking about selling arms, and without Solari’s protective umbrella, this gang would likely be completely destroyed and replaced by another gang within a month.

Before they died, better squeeze out as much as possible.

Bert walked down the street, swinging the baton back and forth in his hand, humming a tune, seemingly in a good mood.

But soon, his steps halted. He raised the lantern in his hand and looked ahead.

In his line of sight, not far away, a beautiful young woman was staggering forward, her steps unsteady, looking extremely drunk.

Oh?

Appearing in Clock Tower Alley at this hour could only mean she was a poor resident of Clock Tower Alley.

As long as he could ask for her address, Bert could roughly guess her identity and situation.

“Miss, need help?” He grinned and quickened his pace forward, but just as he reached the young woman, his smiling expression turned into fear.

The young woman slowly looked up, gazing at the empty night sky.

The next second, a strange flintlock pistol abruptly appeared in the young woman’s hand. She aimed it directly at the sky and pulled the trigger.

Bang—!

The loud gunshot made Bert jump.

How does she have a gun?! What is she shooting at the sky for?!

Taking advantage of the flintlock’s slow reload, Bert immediately dropped the kerosene lamp in his hand, raised a silver whistle to his lips with his left hand, and raised the baton high with his right.

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The high-pitched police whistle sounded, warning the other party while calling for backup. Simultaneously, he raised the baton high, about to knock the gun from the other party’s hand.

But the next second, the red-eyed young woman looked towards Bert. Her expression was indifferent. She mechanically raised the firearm in her right hand, aimed it at Bert’s chest, and pulled the trigger directly.

Bang—!

A blood-red Roland flower bloomed on Bert’s chest.

Invisible flames also ignited on the young woman’s body. Her dress dissipated, replaced by a black church long robe. Half her hair was burned away by the invisible flames, becoming slightly curly.

The police whistle broke the night’s silence. More police officers were rushing towards this direction.

...

“Ha... ha...”

At this moment, Ciel, having returned to the “Judicator” form, was running rapidly through the alleyways.

Although the thick bloody mist obscured her vision, by sticking close to the walls, she could still roughly determine her current location based on the building facades and the floor.

Ciel now realized something was slightly amiss.

The layout and streets closely resembling Clock Tower Alley, the utterly defenseless fleshy monsters, and the desperate cries that echoed in her mind earlier.

All of this inevitably led Ciel to a terrifying thought.

She was indeed no longer in the Other Side... The place she was currently in was reality.

This wasn’t some terrifying barrier created by transcendent abilities. In fact, nothing around her had changed. The only thing that changed might be her own distorted mental state after entering the Other Side.

Meaning, what Ciel killed just now likely wasn’t some fleshy monster... just an ordinary person.

Fortunately, this was just a simulation. No matter how many she killed, it wouldn’t affect reality.

But her current mental state deeply worried Ciel.

Initially, Ciel only wanted to escape from Hugh, but unexpectedly, Little Left dragged her directly into the Other Side.

Although Little Left consciously shielded Ciel’s sight and hearing, her spirit still suffered severe contamination.

Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky.

The misfortune wasn’t over yet!

But why? Her mental state had already affected what she saw and heard, yet she could still maintain rational thought?

Was it the function of 【Calm Mind】?

No... If 【Calm Mind】 could work, her simulated self in the first deep simulation wouldn’t have gone mad directly.

Ciel could only follow her vague memory, using the gravel-paved ground as reference, running away from Clock Tower Alley.