“Welcome to the Stuart Art Exchange Center next time!”

“For the housewarming banquet on the 21st, I will have a servant send over the invitation later.”

“Okay, I will definitely be there on time!”

After bidding farewell to Isabella, Ciel and Avena got into the carriage. The carriage drove towards the way home.

After Avena went out, there were no merchants’ carriages waiting at the entrance. This was mainly because it was already late.

Avena didn’t speak at all along the way. Only after she had taken Ciel back to the room and closed the door did Avena let out a long breath.

“Were you very nervous?”

Ciel looked at Avena’s back before her and asked.

“Yes.”

Avena did not deny Ciel’s words verbally. Ciel had seen her behavior just now. No matter how much Avena tried to be stubborn, it was useless.

The nervousness was not just because she was worried about messing up Ciel’s plan, but also because this was the first time Avena had faced a Tier 3 transcendent in a combat situation, and a Tier 3 from the Society of Merriment at that.

If she had made the slightest mistake and let the other party escape, she would have to worry for the rest of her life about whether she would be mysteriously poisoned while eating.

Fortunately, with the help of that mysterious “Subverter,” the matter was successfully resolved.

“There’s still one more…”

Ciel spoke, reminding her, “Can your mind still handle it? Don’t force yourself.”

“No, there wasn’t much strain. The other party was almost completely defenseless. Their mental defenses had already been dismantled in advance.”

Avena shook her head.

After speaking, Avena turned back to look at Ciel and said, “When he attends a public event, I will come directly to find you.”

Avena was very clear about what to do next. She couldn’t become complacent because of one success. The more she rushed ahead, the more likely problems were to arise.

“Okay.”

Ciel nodded. She looked at Avena before her, took two steps forward, stood on her tiptoes slightly, and kissed her on the lips.

This usually ordinary action, however, made Avena freeze for a moment.

“Get some good rest.”

Ciel took two steps back and said with a smile, “Good night.”

“Good night…”

Avena watched Ciel’s retreating back and gently touched the corner of her mouth with her right hand.

Is this… a reward?

If this was a reward, then the reward was a little too small.

Although Avena really wanted Ciel to stay, now was not the time to rest and relax.

She pulled back her right hand and pressed it against her chest, calming her emotions a little.

She didn’t know why… Recently, when facing Ciel, she felt Ciel’s charm had become even stronger…

This was not Avena’s assumption. As a “Psychologist,” she was very clear about the changes in her mental state and emotions.

In the past, when she looked at all aspects of Ciel, she only felt admiration in her heart. But in the last two days, she could feel that every frown and smile of Ciel was exerting a fatal allure on her.

It was the kind of allure that could affect the mind.

If it had been a few days ago, when they were still staying at the hotel, goodnight kisses would happen almost every night. At that time, Avena would at most feel a little tickle, completely within a level she could resist.

But that gentle kiss just now suddenly gave rise to an urge in Avena’s mind to “devour” Ciel in one bite—this was the reason her body froze just now.

Avena shook her head, casting aside those fantasies in her mind… It was very likely that hearing the sounds at the entrance of Pickman’s studio just now caused these messy thoughts to appear in her mind.

Perhaps that Tier 3 “Source of Cholera” used some kind of aphrodisiac drug, and the residue in the air was inhaled by her, causing these thoughts… Avena was finding reasons in her heart for the illusions in her mind just now.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of Avena’s mansion, Ciel and Tara got into Ciel’s carriage together and drove towards Ciel’s home.

Mond’s memories have been completely tampered with. She is now under Ciel and Avena’s control, and she won’t notice anything. As long as there are no very close people around her, others won’t discover anything unusual about Mond.

Moreover, Mond has no close relatives in Ansu City, and in the future, no close relatives will approach her. And she herself hides many secrets, even concealing a lot from Lafayette.

This is also the reason Ciel chose to target Mond first—she is the most controllable, the least likely to be discovered, and the least connected to Forte.

When they returned to the entrance of the house, a figure was already waiting there early.

It was Mond. Ciel had told her to come.

After inviting Mond into the house, Ciel took her to the study.

“Tara, bring me paper and a pen.”

“Yes, Lord Ciel.”

After Tara handed her the notebook and writing instruments, Ciel raised her pen and began writing directly on the paper.

What Ciel was writing at this time was the formula and preparation method for the “Crimson Pathogen,” the horrifying pathogen used by Ciel for “city slaughter” in the previous simulation.

This pathogen has great danger and potential and can be further explored. Ciel wanted to prepare a copy in reality for safekeeping. This way, when using the “Source of Cholera” save file, she wouldn’t face the awkward situation of having no poison to use.

After all, the “Poison Master” and “Physician” paths are different from other paths. They both rely on years of accumulation to create various different, unique potions, viruses, or bacteria for combat. In this regard, they are somewhat similar to the “Coroner” path.

To fully utilize the combat power of the “Coroner” path, one must also “prepare” corpses or stitched-together abominations beforehand.

In reality, Ciel could indeed directly ask Adele to help her create the pathogen, but Ciel did not do so.

Ciel didn’t know if using Adele’s virus to kill people would affect Adele’s reconstitution ritual, so to be safe, it was best to use a tool person.

Now, Mond before Ciel is the perfect tool person for making poison.

As long as everything is done, she just needs to arrange a death for Mond that no one will find unusual, a death just like the real “Keyman.”

Swish swish swish——

Ciel wrote quickly at the desk, jotting down formulas and procedures. Even with her fast writing speed, it took her about half an hour to write out the complete preparation method for the Crimson Pathogen.

This plan can be considered the result of Adele and Ciel’s combined efforts and ingenuity. It includes Adele’s brilliant ideas and her own “wild ideas.”

After writing the last paragraph, Ciel let out a long breath, put down her pen, and handed the notebook to Mond before her.