Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 1 Assassin, walking in Backlund
"City of Hope", Backlund.

This is the capital of the Loen Kingdom, the largest city in the North and South Continents.

Due to the promulgation of the "Air Pollution Punishment Law", the yellowish mist that permeated the air has become much thinner, at least in the early morning, there is no need to use gas lamps to supplement lighting.

Of course, this is mainly because the airship bombing of Intis and Fusac during the Battle of Faith caused a large number of capitalists to transfer the factory equipment to other regions.

Baron Syndras was sitting leisurely at his dining table and reading today's Backlund morning newspaper. Behind him stood a personal servant respectfully.

As one of the richest people in Ruen, he just won the title of baron with a donation of 80 pounds last year. Naturally, he doesn't need to get up early and go to bed late to make a living with those mud-legged people, so today he mainly wants to be with his mistress Let's go to the Backlund Grand Theater to watch the latest opera.

Thinking like this, he happily flipped through the newspaper quickly, and after making sure there was nothing new, he turned his attention to the breakfast that the maid just brought up.

The valet behind him silently stepped forward to take the newspaper, and then continued to stand behind him without his orders at all, as if the other party already knew that he was going to eat.

Baron Syndras glanced contentedly at the backing valet.Although he was a newly recruited male servant, Altaïr was obviously much smarter than the other newly arrived male and female servants.

Due to the air raids, and the fact that he has a relatively shallow foundation compared to the old-school nobles, the food stored is not very abundant.Therefore, when he didn't know how long the war would last and whether Loen could win, he decisively laid off a large number of servants.

However, by the time he planned to hire them back after the war, many of them had already died in the war due to reasons such as losing the asylum and financial resources of the nobles, and some of the maids had even become street girls. .

It was obviously unseemly to continue to employ these people, so Baron Syndras had to hire a new batch of servants.

Of course, the quality of this batch of servants is obviously not as experienced as the original ones. The laundry maid made a mistake in the amount of cleaning agent two days ago, so she couldn't wear her favorite dress at the banquet. It annoyed Syndras.

If Altaïr hadn't reprimanded the maid for himself first, it would be obvious that he was not aristocratic enough to care about it, but he didn't mind letting this guy who climbed up from the Eastern District get out of his house.

Thinking of this, Baron Syndras suddenly felt a little astringent in his mouth and lost his appetite.He picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth lightly. Seeing this, Altaïr quickly took a bottle of after-dinner red wine for him from the wine rack behind him, and poured half a glass for the baron.

"Appropriate drinking will help you project your masculinity to Miss Kingfisher. I think the aroma of this wine from your favorite Serenzo wine will give her a good sense of your taste and style."

Altaïr said with an impeccably gentle smile.

Baron Syndras stroked his slightly upturned mustache in satisfaction.This can reflect the goodness of an excellent personal servant.Unlike the living room maid, who always secretly stared at her half-eaten breakfast when she was standing aside.

Guys who grew up on the East Side just don't know it.Thinking of this, Baron Syndras couldn't help but drank two more glasses of wine from Altaïr's hand.

After breakfast, the baron boarded his own four-wheeled carriage, and entered the carriage with Altaïr.

Altaïr told the driver a few words about the destination and time, and then respectfully got into the car and sat on the side seat, stretched out his hand and pulled out the hidden compartment on the car, revealing the brass phonograph invented by Emperor Roselle, and put it on. Syndras' favorite piano piece.

Syndras narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.There is no need to mention your own preferences to Artel, as long as you have seen the other party once, you can remember it.If things go on like this, he can be a butler's deputy in two days.

Thinking of this, he felt a little drunk.The wine that Altaïr took was his favorite drink before he became a nobleman. Although the alcohol content is not high, it has a lot of stamina. He has been a little tired due to "overwork" these days, and now he is a little sleepy in the carriage. Feeling upsurge.

"Sir, do you want to take a break? The show will start in another hour. I will tell the driver to drive more steadily. You can take a nap in the car first."

Altaïr's inquiries were always so timely, Baron Syndras gave a slight snort in agreement, and leaned back on the seat.

And Altaïr also replaced the music with soft and soothing sleep-promoting music, and he himself opened the inspection window and instructed the coachman to drive on a flat road beside the Tussock River—no way, the main road of the kingdom Many of them were destroyed by air strikes, and only places like the Tussock River survived because they had no strategic goals.

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"...However, the slumber of Baron Syndras lasted much longer than he imagined."

When a surrogate reported the matter to the Bishop of the Storm Church in charge of the area, "Dark Blue Bishop" Radar Valentine was standing by the river, where there was a wet four-wheeled carriage, apparently Just fished from the bottom of the river.

By the river was a corpse covered with a white cloth.Judging from the slightly raised belly of the man, it was obvious that he was Baron Syndras who lacked exercise.

"What happened?" Radar Valentine frowned, apparently he was not in a good mood right now.

"Through divination, Baron Syndras' vehicle collided with a group of refugees when passing by the river. Baron Syndras' horse lost control after being frightened and led him into the Tussock River .Although his coachman also works as a bodyguard, he is not a Extraordinary. And more importantly, he can't swim. Although his valet pried open the window, because he was just an ordinary person, he couldn't I brought Baron Syndras up together, but in the end I was swept away by the undercurrent at the bottom of the river..."

The team members who are proficient in divination quickly walked over to explain.

"Is the result accurate?"

Radar Valentine asked.

"Three of our team members have tried divination and psychic. The process just now is the result of the psychic restoration of Baron Syndras. Moreover, Baron Syndras lost power in the previous political struggle and seems to have lost Protected by Extraordinary from the forces behind it."

Several substitutes quickly added.

"Where's the coachman and valet, have you found them?"

Radar Valentine nodded and continued to ask.

"When we found the coachman, he had cut his wrists and left a suicide note. After all this kind of thing happened, he would basically not be hired again. He felt that he could not support his children, so he committed suicide. Fortunately, our The man was found in time and taken to the hospital. As for the manservant...his body seems to have been washed up in the East End."

The Punisher team members sighed a little.

Radar Valentine was stunned for a moment, and stopped asking further questions.

A dead body wearing expensive clothes drifted to the East End, and it was basically impossible to find it again.Maybe one day in the future, he will appear naked at the dinner of wild dogs or crows, and his costume may be picked up by some lucky commoner, and then exchanged for gold pounds, turned into food for sustenance or Southwell beer to numb yourself.

"This is the Eastern District, and this is Backlund."

One deacon exclaimed.

Radar Valentine was unusually unflappable.He waved his hand to signal the team members to collect the corpse, then turned and left abruptly, his dark blue cloak rattling violently.In the howling wind, a few words were sent to the ears of the punishers.

"Order it down, let the lower-level organization of the church take the coachman into the work of the church, and send his child to the church school."

Radar Valentine patted the sighing team member on the shoulder.

"Fortunately, at least we can do something about it here."

Just as Radar Valentine and the others were sighing, a drenched hand suddenly stretched out from an uninhabited shore downstream, and then pulled the whole person ashore.

The person who went ashore shook the water spray on his body, moved his body that was a little cold from swimming for a long time, and stretched out his hand to gently wipe his hair.

Although he looked very embarrassed at this time, which was very different from his previous appearance, his signature gentle smile still proved his identity.

He is the manservant Altaïr who fell into the water—of course, now he is no longer [manservant] Altaïr, but [assassin] Altaïr.

"It's finally finished. It's a big deal worth two thousand pounds."

Altaïr quickly came to the small blind spot under the breakwater in a way of leaning over, sprinting and rolling, took out the replacement clothes he had prepared earlier, and put the servant's clothes Wrap it up, put a stone on it, and let it sink to the bottom of the river.

"This time I used the influence of words to make the other party drink two more glasses of wine, then fell into a sleepy state, and then used the "instigator" to "mislead" the coachman and the horse...Because I didn't use the ability directly on the baron, the church's divination I can't find out... Even if they are psychic, I have no problem from Syndras' perspective, and the direct divination of the real culprit will only stop at the scene where I am washed away..."

After recalling whether his assassination was flawless, Altaïr nodded in satisfaction.

At this time, he had finished changing his clothes, and he looked no different from a real East Side worker in this suit.After finishing all this, he took off the cheap soft hat that a small worker usually wears on his head, and saluted towards the far upstream direction, where Baron Syndras fell into the water.

"I hope Miss Kingfisher can forgive you for not meeting."

Altaïr flipped onto the jetty deftly, as light as a feather.Afterwards, he smiled sarcastically.

"But now it doesn't matter to you whether she forgives?"

(End of this chapter)