Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 23 The Witch and the Hunter's Afternoon Tea (Plus)

That's it, got it?
When Venata left the church with the wooden box containing the extraordinary characteristics of "Arsonist", she was still a little unbelievable.Opening the lid of the box and taking a look, the fiery red crystal was still shining inside the box, proving that all this was not an illusion.

Sister Vespa is too naive... If I take the characteristics and run away, she can't even locate me as a soldier?
In addition to being happy, Venata felt that Sister Vespa must have rushed to the doctor in a hurry.

However, fortunately, the characteristics are in hand, so I will go back to take the magic potion tonight to be promoted.Neither salamander blood nor hydrangea are hard to come by items, both of which can be found even in common herbal stores.

Thinking of this, Venata couldn't help but lighten her steps.

On the way, she saw a stall selling Dixie pies, and after a battle between heaven and man, she decided to buy two to take home, even if Altaïr didn't come back, she still couldn't eat it herself.And that guy cooked a decent meal yesterday, so there's no need to make the relationship too stiff.What's more, during the time of the Feysac Empire, men like Altaïr who were willing to do housework were almost extinct in the slums.

When my promotion is completed, I will go to him to discuss the matter of cooperating to explore the Kingdom of Twilight.However, one has to take into account the reaction of the demigod behind him.Last night, when she came to my dreamland to deliver the task, I was really shocked... In front of that lady, I had no idea of ​​resisting or running away, and even felt that I would be able to do it just by looking at her. cause irreversible damage to oneself.

Venata took out the key and opened the door while thinking about it.However, the moment she entered the room, she noticed the smell of blood and disinfectant in the room, and saw the missing chandelier on the roof.Fortunately, Altaïr greeted her just in time, which allowed her to relax.

……

"So, you just got the main ingredient of the potion?"

Altaïr asked in disbelief, "What is the origin of this Sister Vespa? I really want to know how someone like her hasn't been tricked to death yet."

"When you can split a battleship in half with a mace and a flail, you won't have to worry about that."

Venata rolled her eyes.Not everyone has the guts to pit a guardian that other Sequence 5s and fleets can't beat.What's more, not everyone has the heart to cheat such a nun.

"Give you a pie to cover your mouth, if you can't speak, don't speak."

Venata stuffed the bag of pies into Altaïr's hand, and said angrily.

"It's funny how 'provocateurs' find it hard to hear what people say."

Altaïr sneered, and didn't express any further views on this topic.After taking a bite of the pie, the fresh aroma of fruit and meat exploded in the mouth, making people feel like they were on the beach of Dixi Bay.

"By the way, what happened to the chandelier?"

Venata pointed to a large void in the ceiling.

"It's a long story." Altaïr thought for a while, "We have to start with Gagran."

……

"So, Gagran was a man before?" Venata covered her mouth in surprise.

"Yeah." Altaïr nodded, "And there is a Witch Sect behind her... No wonder she dares to answer questions like this. Perhaps creating chaos and tragedy is her acting requirement."

"Wait, you and Gagaran are both assassin sequences, which means you will become a woman after sequence 7?"

Venata suddenly asked as if she remembered something.

"If you dare to mention this again, I will throw you out of my house."

Altaïr scowled, glaring at Venata angrily.

"Does that mean it's true?" Venata was not afraid of Altaïr's threats at all, but asked gloatingly. "It's not very polite, but can I laugh for a while?"

"Ten seconds for you." Altaïr squeezed the words between his teeth. "If it exceeds, you can make dinner yourself."

"No problem." Venata winked her eyes.

Then, loud laughter came from No. 17 Rose Street, which startled the sparrows on the eaves.It wasn't until there was a dull beating sound and a low cry of pain that the laughter suddenly disappeared.

"How is the job search?" Altaïr calmed down his anger after withdrawing the knife in his hand, and was about to change the subject.

Venata, who was squatting on the ground with her head in her arms, stood up as if nothing happened, walked to the place where Altaïr put the milk yesterday, poured herself a glass of milk familiarly, and threw a cube of sugar into it.

"When you accept the assassination order, can you solve it in one day? This is looking for a job, not a pie in the sky."

That's not necessarily the case, you almost died the day before yesterday...

Altaïr thought for a while, but still didn't say this out of his mouth.Venata took the milk and sat back opposite Altaïr, took a sip, and continued: "Today I just went to the mailbox of the newspaper to submit an application, and I have to wait for the other party to reply to confirm the interview time."

"That's it... I have to go to the herbal store in the afternoon, and I want to buy some medicine to treat colds, do you want to go too?" Altaïr glanced at the milk cup in the other party's hand, "Also, finish drinking the cup Brush it clean, that's the milk cup I usually use, and I leave it for you on the second floor of the cabinet."

"Tch, why are there so many details..." Venata complained, "I will also go to the herbal shop this afternoon to buy salamander blood as a supplementary material for potions. Is there a herbal shop nearby?"

"There's one. It's owned by a Fenepot."

Altaïr picked up the teacup that was put aside just now, and took a sip of the already cold tea.

"Would you like an afternoon tea? I don't think you seem too full."

Altaïr raised his teacup to gesture to Venata.

"Although I don't have such luxury things as cakes and fruit tarts here, if it's just cheese trifle, there are still some."

"To be honest, I didn't expect such a thing as muffins to be prepared in your family."

Venata watched Altaïr in some surprise to find out the muffins in a crisper container in the cupboard.

"I'm a sweetie. When I went out to carry out the assassination mission, I specially left ten pounds for the little girl next door, and asked her to stock my pantry with new sweets every three days. If she doesn't come back, she can take those sweets home."

Altaïr searched in the cupboard, and found a bottle of jam and a piece of cheese that was the size of a human face.He took some water to wash off the dust on the cheese, then picked up the knife on the table, peeled off the outermost layer of cheese rind and put it on his plate, then pushed the cheese, jam and muffin to Venata .

"Do you want tea or coffee? Or, continue to drink milk?" Altaïr sat down again opposite Venata, "I don't mind, but I don't know when little Sophie came over last time." , that milk felt a bit stale when I drank it yesterday."

Venata's expression suddenly became complicated, but she still insisted on finishing the glass of milk, and then pushed the empty glass towards Altaïr's hand.

Altaïr smiled, didn't say much, poured some hot water into Venata's cup to wash off the milk stains, and then poured tea again.

"Try it. The gunpowder green tea I bought before is said to be a high-end hand-rolled product from the aborigines in the colony. I don't like smoking, so there must be something to refresh myself."

"Isn't this a high-end product that claims to cost a penny per gram? How dare you take it out?"

Venata was a little surprised.

"You still know this, it was the Blackland Party who smuggled it before?" Altaïr waved his hand indifferently, "After all, today is the first time I have afternoon tea with others, so you can take me as a little excited. In the future If you want to drink again, you have to ask me."

"Cut, cheapskate." Venata curled her lips, took the cup and looked at it carefully, watching the tea leaves curled into balls slowly bursting open in the hot water.

"The colonized aborigines also like to add mint or other herbs to it, which is said to make the tea taste better."

Altaïr picked up a small piece of cheese and put it in his mouth.

"Sure enough, it's a bit weird to use this kind of hard cheese as a dessert for afternoon tea. It's better to cut it into cubes and add it to the dish when it's supposed to be cooking. But anyway, I don't want to cook now, so you can do it yourself Cut it, and eat up the sweets that Sophie prepared."

"To be honest, I didn't expect you to be like this before."

Venata looked at the busy Altaïr and said involuntarily. "When you smashed my Baizilan, I thought you were the kind of bounty hunter who only had a dagger and a double-barreled shotgun at home, went to a brothel when you were free, and came home smelling of cigarettes every day."

"Goddess, that description sounds really infuriating. However, I don't like that way of life, even though it's a choice."

Altaïr smiled, picked up a piece of sponge cake, broke it and stuffed it into his mouth, the sweet and greasy aroma reverberated in his mouth, and it didn't dissipate after a long time.

"Let's have afternoon tea now, the tea is going to be cold."

(End of this chapter)