Operation Red Book

Chapter 242: A Mad Irish Man

Everyone looked at Bell, including Beatrice who was sobbing with her head down.

"She's..." Joshua quickly pointed out the direction for Bell.

"No need." Bell gently pushed Joshua's hand away. "There is a vague black shadow by the window where the moonlight shines. That should be her."

Belle took a few steps forward, and when she stopped by the window, she gestured to Joshua for confirmation.

"Ms. Beatrice de Poppa, hello..."

Bell's voice is light and energetic, like a butterfly spreading its wings on petals.

"After hearing so much about it, I'm only curious about one thing - we were very good friends, right?"

Beatrice turned her head, and her eyes, which were partially blocked by her tassels, were filled with ripples filled with countless emotions.

"I want to confess something from my past to you, a familiar stranger."

Bell smiled and recounted the memories that were buried deep in his memory.

"At the Stryker School of Wizardry in California, I just remember being alone and helpless..."

"Those wizards, American, Russian, Brazilian, German... they all laughed at me and called me a crazy Irish witch."

"For three years, I pretended not to care and studied potion knowledge like crazy, hoping to silence them with my own strength and glory, but..."

"No one understands me or cares about me. This is a real fact. I'm sorry to say that I don't even remember when I admitted this concept."

"I am a 'potions genius', yes, but I am also known as an 'Irish lunatic'..."

"They're just jealous of you. All American wizards are like that..." Beatrice replied in a low voice.

"So, if we were once very good friends, you must understand the pain and discomfort I felt at that time..."

"Of course, we spent countless weekends together..."

"So, at that time, did you stay with me when I cried? Did you clean the crucible with me when I failed to make a potion? Did you cast a hair-losing spell on that bitch when someone threw ink on me again?"

"Of course, I always clean up the mess with you, you troublemaker from the European continent..."

"If we really have so many wonderful memories, I really hope that I can recall them all before I die..."

Bell raised the corners of his mouth and smiled peacefully.

"I hope I can be buried in the ground with gratitude for you. I hope my school days were not filled with darkness and fear. I hope I can see you again, and even create memories with you again..."

Joshua wiped away his tears secretly. He looked back at Ivy on the hospital bed again. Tears blurred his vision. The girl on the bed was just an empty shell.

Beatrice is a powerful witch recognized by Bell, and her sudden appearance is also the hope bestowed by God.

Joshua hopes more than anyone that Beatrice and Bell can reconcile and that he will take a close look at Ivy's condition with a peaceful and friendly attitude.

He saw the touch and hesitation in Beatrice's eyes. Everything was developing in a good direction, and Joshua was very satisfied with the outcome.

"Ms. Bell can actually say such gentle words." Thomas whispered behind the two of them.

"Don't you think this sounds like a confession?" Moriarty said, rolling his eyes.

"Bell looks at that woman differently from the way he looks at us. I've observed it." Alexander crossed his arms and spoke in a low voice.

"Bell wouldn't have an affair with that witch, would he? I know witches are crazy women who are different from ordinary people! Merciful Creator, why did you deliberately create so many sins? Is this a test for your son..."

Joshua ignored the commotion in the back. Lily is lily, lily is the secret of women's eternal youth...

"As long as they get back together, the first thing I should do is let them see classmate Ivy who has been sleeping for a long time..." Joshua thought silently in his heart.

"Oh! Bell! I didn't expect that you had such thoughts in your heart. Don't you hate me?"

"I'm so sorry, what did we go through? Did we catch flying fish on the shore of Lake Baikal together on a broom? Did we make a potion to shrink together in my forest hut? I really want to know every minute and every second I spent with my friends at that time..."

"Of course, we went to prom together, and we wore the same dress, just a different color..."

"I seem to be able to see your outline! Is it because I am slowly recalling?"

"Great, great!"

Joshua pursed his lips, and the upturned corners of his mouth pulled his apple cheeks so hard that they hurt.

"But!" Bell's voice was no longer gentle and pleasant.

"Let's put things in perspective. Since I've already apologized to you, shouldn't you apologize to us as well?"

She put her hands on her hips, and her tone and expression were exactly the same as when she scolded the naughty Thomas.

"Pardon?"

Beatrice's smile disappeared in an instant.

"what?"

Joshua immediately straightened his posture, his heart pounding, as if foreshadowing the impending disaster.

"You followed me for a year and didn't even notice that I was under a forgetfulness spell. Thomas, an eight-year-old boy, isn't as stupid as you!"

"Besides, if you hate me, just come after me. What's the big deal about hurting my friends?"

"Is there anything that cannot be said right now? Why do you have to resort to violence? You presume to think that you are a powerful wizard. What? Is my presence in your mind so huge that it blocks the functioning of your brain?"

"And your magic tool store in Mexico, I don't even want to talk about it! Forget about becoming the best in the world. My grandma's toilet is much cleaner than your store!"

Joshua blinked twice quickly. The originally positive situation suddenly changed direction, which he had not expected.

"This Irish madman..." the five men said silently in their hearts.

"It's over..." Joshua closed his eyes in despair, "Student Ivy will be unconscious for a while longer..."

"Ah! Cough, cough, cough—"

Beatrice, who should have been furious, suddenly made some strange noises from her throat. Her shoulders twitched slightly, as if she was trying hard to hold back her laughter.

Joshua pressed the button of the lightsaber helplessly, and a beam of light shot out from the iron cylinder, illuminating the sharp teeth under Beatrice's thick red lips.

In Japanese anime, villains who laugh like this are definitely not easy to mess with. If nothing unexpected happens, the strange noises in Beatrice's throat will become more and more frequent and louder, and then...

"Hahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahaha——" He threw his head back and laughed uncontrollably.

"You! You!"

Beatrice's voice became shrill again, this time even sharper than before, like the creaking sound of long fingernails scratching against a door.

"You are still so unreasonable. I really miss your mouth!"

As the witch spoke, black mist flew out of her hat like strips of silk, spinning at the speed of light as Beatrice's screams grew louder and louder.

"Oh my! Have I ever told you that I wanted to tear your mouth off since the first time we met? I don't know how many years I've been thinking about it! You kept me waiting for so long!"

The entire Johns Newspaper Office was once again filled with black fog, along with strong winds that could blow people away.

"I can't see the shadow anymore. Did she run away through the window out of shame?"

Bell turned his head away boredly, his tone quite indifferent.

"Ms. Bell! Get out of there!"

Joshua was forced back a few steps by the wind blowing through the black mist, and he shouted to Bell.

The five men's hearts jumped into their throats. The black mist enveloped Bell's entire body, and only a few wine-red wool curls could be vaguely seen.

"Please atone for your sins! Go to hell and atone for your sins!"

Suddenly, several golden beams of light rushed out from the black fog, like several golden carps shuttling through the thick black fog.

Joshua used his arms to block the strong wind and tried to identify the location of the figure in the darkness.

"Ms. Bell! Ms. Bell where are you!"

Joshua shouted towards the wine-red color, and the lightsaber in his hand lit up and dimmed, bright and then went out, and was completely useless in this dark tornado.

Suddenly, something seemed to flash in front of the left. It was not a dancing golden beam of light, nor a cat's eye in the dark, but a gem-like purple light with a soft glow.

"Oh no! It's that witch's wand!"