Mystery: But the Witch's Path

Chapter 145 Red Angel Evil Spirit

The poet wondered curiously, "How high-end is it?"

"Hmm," the old man was speechless at his question, but for some reason he still explained, "It's about ten weeks' wages."

Upon hearing this, the poet looked at the broken test tube in his hand and instinctively exclaimed, "How extravagant!"

"What?" The cold-faced young man seemed to have heard the question but hadn't quite grasped it, and asked, "Leonard, have you discovered anything?"

The young man called Leonard quickly retorted, "No, what about you, Frye?"

Fry sighed and said helplessly, "No, let's go back and give this broken vial to Old Neil so he can try it with ritual magic."

"These damned bastards, they used such a vicious method to deal with the captain, making it so he won't be able to get out of bed for the next two weeks."

After Frye left, the old voice echoed in Leonard's mind again, saying to him, "I advise you to stop investigating. Anyone who can instantly defeat two Sequence 7s and afford this kind of potion must be of a higher, if not lower, rank. At the very least, she's a Sequence 6. If you anger her, she'll wipe out your entire squad."

As Leonard returned to the carriage and Frye drove away, the aged voice continued to urge him to guide his teammates, not to investigate the matter further, and since their lives were not in danger on the return journey, to act as if nothing had happened and let it be a thing of the past.

Throw the test tube out ——————

However, upon returning to headquarters, Leonard still disregarded the old man's advice and reported the matter to the squad elders, instructing them to use ritual magic to investigate.

As for why he didn't report it to the squad leader—because he was still in bed.

An hour later, when Old Neil, one of the team's elders, came out of the divination room, he shook his head at the expectant crowd and said, "I've tried many methods, but none of them worked—"

Upon hearing this, the expectant crowd was instantly disappointed. When Old Neil asked them whether to report the matter, they all lowered their heads, too ashamed to make a decision.

And so the matter was suppressed by everyone. Even when Dunn recovered half a month later, he did not choose to report it, because it was too embarrassing.

Regarding this humiliation, only an elderly person felt extremely fortunate that they did not investigate or report it, and sighed, "Fortunately, we don't need to change hosts."

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On February 3, 1348, in the afternoon, as the steam train bound for Backlund slowly pulled into the station, Altair, without any luggage and dressed somewhat haphazardly, left without stopping.

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"I took a taxi from the station entrance to Backlund, West End, Williams Street, near the ancestral home of Raft Pound."

After getting off the bus, Altair cautiously arrived at his ancestral home. Upon entering, he discovered that the house, which was currently under renovation, was completely empty.

When Altair arrived at the entrance of the tunnel, following the clues left by Hahn, he found Adam already waiting at the door.

After nodding to each other, the two entered the secret passage together. As if to pass the time, Altair asked as they walked, "If I want to move across the city, approximately what advancement sequence do I need?"

"The minimum requirement is a Sequence 4 manipulator," Adam replied casually.

Adam was not surprised that Altair could ask this question, because during his observation of the mental world, he had discovered that Altair had tried to use "dream travel" to Backlund, but had failed.

The two chatted as they walked, and the snakes that were still hibernating nearby fled as if they had encountered their natural enemies upon seeing them.

After walking for a few minutes, the two arrived at a stone gate. Altair went straight up, opened it, glanced at the six god statues, memorized their appearance, and then stepped forward to walk deeper into the area.

Soon, Altair and Adam arrived at the door of the last room. At this moment, her spirit, like the snake before her, encountered its natural enemy, constantly warning her to leave immediately, as there was great danger here.

Altair then looked at Adam and chuckled, "Boys first."

Adam smiled and nodded. As soon as he opened the door, a voice, arrogant yet slightly provocative, rang out: "Adam, I didn't expect that after two thousand years, you would only dare to see me now, and you even brought a witch with you."

"What, are you here to bring me warmth?"

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"Or are you, this inhuman, paranoid maniac, unable to bear loneliness any longer, and starting to corrupt yourself, indulging in the pleasures of being a witch?"

"Ha~ha~ha"

Upon hearing this, Altair's face instantly darkened, and he muttered casually, "No wonder you ended up as hot pot broth, you really have a sharp tongue."

Upon hearing this, the person in the distance fell silent, lost in thought, as if pondering what hot pot actually was. Altair, taking this opportunity, looked at Adam and asked, "Is he always this cheeky?"

Adam nodded slightly and explained, "You know the Hunter Path, Sequence Eight is called the Provocateur. His current behavior is just like yours—he's made provocation a habit."

After listening to the explanation, Altair, taking advantage of the situation, explained, "Oh, I forgot, you probably don't know what hot pot is. It's a kind of food, mostly red in color, and there are even three-flavor hot pots."

"When people want to eat, they boil water and put the ingredients in, just like you were made into a magic potion."

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"No, you're slightly better than that, since you can wash it and reuse it."

Soren Einhorn Medici: ————

While the evil spirit of the Red Angel remained silent, Altair added, "For example, right now, I'm not here to offer you warmth, but to receive the slave red maid I just bought."

No sooner had Altair finished explaining than Adam casually added, as if to deliver a fatal blow, "What she said is true."

As soon as the words were spoken, two gashes appeared on the red angel's cheeks, and three mouths simultaneously chanted, "King of the Sky, Emperor of the Sea, ————"

"A symbol of strength and glory, the great knight—"

"The Creator of all things, ————"

Before the three had even finished reciting, Adam instantly silenced them.

Seeing this, Altair mocked again, "Idiot! Couldn't you have chosen a shorter name?"

Once the two had fully entered the sealed area, Altair looked toward the source of the sound and saw a figure sitting in a high-backed chair.

He was tall and imposing, with long, fiery red hair that cascaded down like flames. His face, though young and handsome, was covered with strange flaws. There was a phantom battle flag mark on his forehead, and two bleeding, pulsating mouths split open on either side of his cheeks.

Upon seeing this, Altair said, seemingly in a provocative tone, "The face is alright, it fits my aesthetic standards."

"Hey little red dog, show me your teeth. Let me see how strong your teeth are. After all, my main reason for buying you was to have you bite people."