MTL - Tome of Blood-Chapter 23 -23- get my stuff back

  Chapter 23-23-Take my things back

  Charlotte finally got a good night's sleep.

   She didn't have the "whispers of the ancient gods" every night when she just crossed, and she didn't have the fear when she was in the church hospital. This time she slept directly until almost noon.

  In fact, if it wasn't for the harsh knocking on the window of Ness the black cat waking her up...Charlotte thinks she might even be able to sleep through the night.

   "I should have said last night, just come back from the main entrance, don't disturb me to sleep late."

  A head of beautiful blond hair blown into a hedgehog, wearing a white suspender nightgown, Charlotte half sat on the bed with a pillow in his arms, looking coldly at the black cat drinking water from the teapot.

   "Cough, isn't it because the front door is not open? Meow, besides, Mr. Cat... Well, I'm used to walking through windows."

  Nice said with a smile, his amber eyes kept looking at the girl's white chest.

  How Charlotte felt that the other party did it on purpose, obviously a deliberate revenge.

   "Oh? So...the cat I saw outside the window on the evening of the blood sacrifice was you?"

  She covered her body with a pillow and squinted at the black cat with its neck stretched out.

   "Huh? Cat? What cat?"

  Nice shrank his neck, looked up at the ceiling, and began to play dumb.

   "The witcher knight that night was also called by you to report?"

   "What are you talking about? I don't know! It's not me, I don't, don't talk nonsense!"

  Nice directly denied the three consecutive rounds.

  Charlotte got it.

   "Did you find out what I asked you to check last night?"

  She was too lazy to entangle with the other party on these trivial matters, and asked about serious matters instead.

   "This... how should I put it, meow, I don't know if I have checked it out."

  The black cat scratched its head.

"Um?"

  Charlotte snorted softly.

"It's like this. When I left yesterday, I told the city guards to track them down, and I entrusted the guys from the Demon Hunting House to ambush them, but...neither the city guards nor the Demon Hunting House waited and hijacked them at the place on the parchment. The person who connects."

  Nice said.

"No?"

   "Well, no."

   "Discovered?"

   "No... more like no one came at all."

   "No one came? It's strange, so why did they hijack me..."

  Charlotte frowned.

  At first, she thought it might be some kind of enemy of Castel, but now she felt wrong.

  Everything that happened last night quickly played a slide show in her mind, and the girl began to think again.

  From being abducted by fake servants at the beginning, to counter-killing, to the arrival of the witcher knights and city guards, to the fruitless investigation in Nice...

   Gradually, a complete chain of events... began to form in her mind.

  Charlotte had some vague guesses.

  After thinking about it, she reached out and groped under the quilt, and found out the hand crossbow that she brought back last night.

   Then, it was directly thrown to Nice.

  Nice's eyes lit up, he raised his paws to hug, and then stretched his neck to sniff.

  But when it saw Charlotte's icy gaze, it coughed dryly and shrank guiltily.

   "Go and find out the homeless man who led the way last night, and then go and find out where this hand crossbow came from."

   Charlotte said.

   "Ah? How to check this? Isn't this the standard hand crossbow of the New Moon Kingdom?"

  Nice held the hand crossbow, turned it over and over to look at it, with question marks on his face.

  Charlotte shook her head:

   "If my guess is correct, you should be able to easily find out its source as long as you look it up. Maybe...it belongs to the Duke's Mansion."

   "Duke...Duke Mansion?!"

  Nice's eyes widened, and Mao Mao was shocked.

   "Where is the Rose Society? How is the investigation?"

  Charlotte did not continue to explain, but turned to other questions.

   "The Rose Society should have nothing to do with this matter. If you want me to say, it's just a black intermediary group that takes a commission. It just relies on a second-level Transcendent of Silver Moon as the background."

  Nice shook his head.

   As he spoke, he touched his chin again:

   "But Lord Cat... Cough, I discovered another thing by accident."

"what?"

"Your cheap grandmother seems to have a close relationship with the Rose Society. There are many tasks she has posted on the task board there, including some for purchasing sacrifice-related materials, and even sold a cursed book page, and...she seems She's also an honorary member of the Rose Society, Meow."

  Mrs. Castel? Remnants of the Holy Tome of Blood?

  Charlotte's heart moved slightly.

  She never expected that there would be more than one broken page of the Holy Book in the hands of that crazy old woman!

  Charlotte was about to ask more questions, but noticed the black cat's high tail. Suddenly, her heart moved, and she narrowed her eyes and said:

   "You seem excited?"

   "Ah? What? Excited? Meow! Nothing!"

  Nice continues to play dumb.

  Charlotte watched it quietly.

   After a while, it seemed that she really couldn't stand her oppressive eyes, Nis scratched his head, and honestly admitted:

   "Well, I admit, I'm a little excited, but... please allow me to ask you a question first."

"ask."

   "That night, your cheap grandmother should have sacrificed to Grand Duke Gorefiend, right? Then...you changed her sacrifice just like you changed my servant's final oath yesterday?"

   Guys, did you guess it?

  Charlotte glanced at Nice unexpectedly, didn't admit it, but didn't deny it either.

  Nice became excited almost instantly:

   "Do you have enmity with Grand Duke Gorefiend?"

   "What does this have to do with you?"

   Charlotte asked back.

   "Meow! Of course it has something to do with it! Because I also have a grudge against him...ah no, I have a grudge against the Gorefiend Sect!"

  Nice raised his paw and said excitedly, even his raised tail trembled:

   "Meow! If you want to deal with the Gorefiend... sect, you must call me!"

  Charlotte was noncommittal.

  She didn't know if she had a grudge against the Blood Demon Cult, it depended on whether the other party would continue to make trouble for her, and whether she had any broken pages of the Holy Tome of Blood in her hands.

  The Holy Tome of Blood is Charlotte's golden finger, and she is the master of the Holy Tome. Completing the Holy Tome of Blood must be one of her future goals.

   "If necessary, I will, after all you are my servant."

  Charlotte said plainly.

   As she spoke, she asked again:

   "How much do you know about cursed pages?"

   "Curse the pages?"

  Nice was stunned.

  It thought for a moment, and replied:

   "I only know that it used to be a rather ancient artifact of the blood race, and it was destroyed in the blood race civil war. Not only did it lose most of its power, but it was also cursed..."

   "Everyone who gets the pages of the book will eventually fall into madness, and even the vampires will lose control and become monsters!"

   Cursed...

  Charlotte was thoughtful.

  She thought of the countess that night.

   After pondering for a moment, she continued:

   "Continue to investigate the Rose Society and the Gorefiend Order, and also investigate the whereabouts of the page of the cursed book sold by Mrs. Castel, as well as other clues about the pages of the cursed book."

   "What are you investigating these for?"

  Nice asked curiously.

   "To get my stuff back, of course."

   "Your Stuff?"

  Nice looked confused.

   "Okay, I'm going to get up, you go out, remember to organize all the magic you know into a book and give it to me."

  Charlotte no longer explained, but issued an order to evict the guest.

  Nice:…

  Although it was scratching its itch with curiosity, in the end it was afraid of Charlotte's power, so it sighed and left the bedroom obediently.

   "Get back...my stuff?"

  Close the door, Nisi is holding the hand crossbow, still confused.

  Suddenly, as if realizing something, the black cat's figure suddenly stopped:

   "His stuff? Wait! Curse the pages?!"

   With a "click", the hand crossbow in Nice's arms fell to the ground.

  It widened its eyes and couldn't help but start trembling:

   “HHHHHH…!”

   "Could...Could He be...!?"

  …

  Charlotte didn't know how much shock her words had brought to Mao Mao.

   After Nice left, she struggled to get out of bed.

  After a short sleep, the sequelae of the blood runaway also disappeared.

  Charlotte felt like a newborn, full of strength all over her body.

   Without the service of the maid, she naturally abandoned the cumbersome aristocratic dress, and simply put on a dress that even she could wear by herself.

   It's that beautiful blonde hair that is a little harder to manage.

  On weekdays, there are servants to help comb, and there are also female priests to help in the mission hospital, but now Charlotte is left alone, so she can only stare blankly.

  It was only at this time that she really realized how much care the servants had put into maintaining her beautiful blonde hair.

  Beauty has a price.

   Maybe I can look back and see if there is any magic that can take care of myself, what if I can learn it too?

  Charlotte thought so.

  Breakfast... no, or lunch is simple.

  A plate of vegetable salad, a small steak, a small piece of fried foie gras, and a small plate of rind cheese.

  In addition, there is Charlotte's favorite creamy mushroom soup.

  Lunch was prepared by Quasimodo. Although the taste was not as good as the manor chef Charlotte remembered, it was not bad.

  No way, now only Quasimodo and Charlotte are left in the huge Castel Manor.

   Being able to take care of herself while taking care of the silverware shop business, Charlotte already felt that the old servant was a hexagonal warrior.

   "After dinner, go and call some servants."

  Eating and drinking enough, Charlotte looked at the empty manor and her blond hair, which was still a bit messy after a lot of care, and said after a moment of pondering.

  Just after listening to her words, Quasimodo suddenly became embarrassed.

   Noticing the other person's expression, Charlotte's heart moved slightly:

   "Huh? Any questions?"

   Quasimodo sighed and said with a wry smile:

   "Master, actually... there are really some problems."

   Ask for a monthly pass! Please follow up! Seedlings need pampering!

  (end of this chapter)