“Tranquilizer dosage suitable for ordinary people without side effects?”
Adele looked at the letter paper before her, blinked, then looked at the coachman standing in front of her.
“The lady in your carriage asked you to give this to ? Red hair?”
“Yes, doctor.”
Before Adele stood a carriage driver. The quiet atmosphere of the clinic and the beautiful doctor lady before him made him feel sowhat ill at ease.
“Wait a mont.”
Adele found a pen and a piece of paper, quickly wrote a sentence on it, then handed the paper and a 2-pence coin to the coachman before her, saying, “Give this to her, this is your tip.”
“Thank you, thank you.”
The coachman took the letter paper and coin with both hands, then hurriedly walked through the second-floor corridor towards the downstairs. Adele, anwhile, looked through the window at the carriage parked below.
“Who was that just now?”
At this mont, Avena, who happened to be coming upstairs, walked towards Adele standing by the windowsill and asked, “A patient?”
“No, relaying a ssage for Ciel.” Adele shook her head.
“She seems to want to dilute the tranquilizer so more... Hmm... but that’s good too, can’t rely too much on tranquilizers.”
Avena stood beside Adele, following her gaze towards the carriage below, and saw the coachman from earlier handing the letter paper to soone beside the carriage.
A small, fair, slender hand with delicate knuckles reached out from the small carriage window, taking the letter paper. This scene happened to be seen by Avena.
She recognized it instantly; it was Ciel’s hand.
So close, yet unable to et. This feeling made Avena slightly uncomfortable.
Since childhood, she could get almost anything she wanted. Even later, when she refused the family’s “Detective” potion, she could still obtain everything she desired through her own managent and assets.
But Ciel was an exception... The more secrets revealed about Ciel, the more mysterious and untouchable she felt. The closer one got to Ciel, the more it felt like thousands of miles separated them.
Ciel seed to possess an enchanting... no, bewitching quality. The more so, the more one wanted to know her better, like an exquisitely wrapped gift, making one unable to resist untying the intricate knots one by one, peeking at the wonder inside.
The process of untying the knots wouldn’t be tireso either, because the packaging was exquisite enough, enough to build anticipation.
“Let’s not disturb her for now.” Avena shook her head, no longer looking at the carriage already far away, and said, “If she encounters difficulties she can’t resolve, she will find us.”
Hearing Avena’s words, Adele looked in the direction the carriage left, hesitatingly saying, “Ciel like this... isn’t she pushing herself a bit too hard? She could clearly just ask us for help.”
“Perhaps she feels we can’t help at all, doesn’t want to implicate us.” Avena said faintly, then didn’t continue the conversation, just walked straight back to her consultation room.
Adele was slightly stunned upon hearing this.
She indeed hadn’t considered this problem. Adele thought very simply: if a friend asked her for help, she would definitely do her best, but she hadn’t considered whether she could actually help.
Is that what Ciel thinks?
Adele stood in place for a while, then, as if having made a decision, turned and walked towards her laboratory.
Everything is ready... It’s ti to drink the second-tier potion.
...
The carriage traveled along the road, slightly bumpy. Occasionally, when the wheels hit so trash or protruding stones, the entire carriage would jolt.
In terms of comfort, it certainly couldn’t compare to the expensive carriages at Avena’s ho. However, as a ans of transport, as long as it saved ti from point A to point B, it was sufficient. Ciel didn’t have many requirents for comfort.
Ciel, sitting inside the carriage, unfolded the paper in her hand and looked at the short sentence inside.
Dilute by one-third with water, allows ordinary people to sleep for at least five hours without side effects...
Then this is much simpler.
Yes, the way Ciel planned to deceive Amy was very simple.
That is, drug her, make Amy sleep.
The “Divine Servant’s” protection over Amy was passive, unrelated to whether Amy was conscious or not. Until the “energy” sealed behind Amy’s back was exhausted, Amy remained protected.
Just need to ensure Amy is unconscious before Tara arrives.
At that ti, even if the “Divine Servant’s” passive defense was triggered, the “Divine Servant” could still interact with Ciel, Tara could also witness everything, and the unsuspecting Amy wouldn’t be drawn into the complex relationship between Ciel and the Divine Advent Church.
Then how should she make Amy drink the diluted tranquilizer?
Ciel rembered bringing pastries for Amy before.
She decided to repeat the trick, bring Amy so snacks. Before Amy enjoyed the snacks, add the diluted tranquilizer to the black tea.
Anyway, the action would be implented at night. For Amy, it would just be feeling normally tired and sleeping. The plan, though simple, was directly effective.
Ciel had the coachman change direction, heading directly towards the Sir’s Bridge District, arriving at the high-end dessert shop Ciel had visited before.
The last ti Ciel ca here to buy high-end desserts, she was almost penniless.
To repay Amy’s help in the simulation, she spent almost all her advanced salary, buying two portions of dessert—one to thank Amy, and the other, Ciel brought to her sister Lichie.
Ciel entered the shop, bought two portions of the vanilla pudding Amy ntioned liking before. Soon, Ciel’s eyes were drawn to two glass milk bottle-like containers in the glass counter.
Inside the bottles were so green beverages, seemingly a mixture of tea and milk, sowhat like milk tea. Of course, the price was definitely not cheap, one bottle costing 2 shillings.
But the current Ciel naturally wouldn’t ticulously consider the price; completing the mission was the priority.
She bought two bottles of milk tea drink, then left the shop. After paying the coachman, she carried the “gifts,” walking alone in the Sir’s Bridge District.
There was still so ti until evening, and misfortune would strike in between. Ciel didn’t rush directly to Amy’s house, planning to act after the misfortune passed.
Misfortune has no eyes; she didn’t want Amy to suffer disaster because of the misfortune clinging to her.
But then again... whether it was Amy, or Avena and Adele, they all had great luck.
During her first simulation, her simulated self didn’t figure out the pattern of misfortune. Avena and the others suffered along with Ciel in the simulation.
But they actually all survived. Can only say these three’s luck values were not to be underestimated; all legendary survivors.
Ciel walked along the street, thinking about the subsequent plan.
During this interval, Ciel also opened the simulation interface, checking the simulation ti point.
If the ti point was close and suitable, she wouldn’t mind simulating again.
Although simulating again, without the “Uniqueness” enhancent, the quill pen should beco much weaker, offering little reference value for dealing with the quill pen, it could allow Ciel to go through plans that didn’t require contacting the quill pen.
But unfortunately, Ciel’s wish fell through.
The next simulation was 37 days later, costing 100 Fate Points... This was sowhat not worth it for Ciel.
Especially since “Uniqueness” was gone in the simulation, she could only spend 100 points experiencing so garbage ti.
As for the dice to reset the simulation ti, definitely couldn’t use it at this ti.
The dice was very important, must be saved for situations with no retreat.
Although not currently, who could guarantee that future Past and Future Days simulations wouldn’t randomly land thousands of days before or after, and she herself might be in a state similar to imprisonnt, unable to live or die?
At that ti, Ciel’s points would definitely be insufficient for simulation, causing a “stuck” phenonon.
Keeping the dice allowed the ability to randomize again in such extre situations, with a probability of escaping that stuck situation.
Of course, without the dice, Ciel also had the ability to change the simulation ti.
Just need to use a plan to create her own “fated death” in advance, forcing the simulation ti to advance to the ti of the “fated death.”
As for how to create her own “fated death”... this was indeed a difficult problem.
Suicide definitely couldn’t be judged as “fated death,” because she couldn’t possibly commit suicide in reality.
...But not sothing the current Ciel needed to think about. She hadn’t reached the point of needing external forces to kill herself yet.
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