Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 104 Tranquility
The night on the streets of Backlund gradually deepened, making people drowsy after just being immersed in it for a while.

However, Altaïr, who has always had a good sleep quality, unexpectedly suffered from insomnia tonight.After rolling back and forth on his bed a few times, he suddenly turned over and sat up, with cold sweat all over his back.

I didn't drink coffee tonight?Altaïr scratched his head in some annoyance, his fingers hooked on the rubber band that was the same color as his hair, and the long black hair like a waterfall fell down, originally only to his shoulders, but now it was even with his shoulder blades.

Is it a blood moon tonight?Spirituality seemed to be growing again.

Altaïr thought so.The amount of false spirituality borrowed from this ritual is not fixed, and has a lot to do with the external environment.In this kind of night when the spirituality is particularly abundant, his spirituality will also have corresponding changes, which are manifested in the improvement of inspiration and the growth of hair, and so on.

However, according to the calendar, the next blood moon of this month should be one week away, right?Altaïr fastened the buttons of his pajamas, covering his sharp collarbone and slightly protruding chest.After thinking about it carefully, he undid the buttons again, untied the layers of white cloth wrapped around his chest, and fastened the buttons carefully.

Tuk tuk.At this moment, there was a knock on Altaïr's bedroom door.

Altaïr walked over suspiciously, opened the door, and at the door was Venata holding a heavy woolen coat that was used as a blanket.

"My sheets are not dry yet, come to sleep in your room."

Venata bypassed Altaïr at the door, and walked into the room with her coat in her arms without any scruples.Afterwards, she directly fell onto the spacious bed nearby, taking up half of the quilt.

"I'm a little tired tonight, you are not allowed to mess around."

Since last night, Venata seemed to be a different person all of a sudden, she no longer twitched about many things, and her straightforwardness and impatience as a Feysac began to show, but Altaïr, who was used to being reserved, was a little uncomfortable. Too suited to her straight nature.

"Oh."

Altaïr nodded blankly, and subconsciously walked to the other side of the bed, wanting to go to bed and continue to sleep.

However, after lying on the bed for a while, Altaïr remembered that he was still insomnia.What's more, Venata's warm body was lying beside him, which made him toss and turn even more, unable to fall asleep.

Finally, Venata got a little annoyed, and nudged Altaïr, who was rolling back and forth restlessly on the bed.Now Altaïr didn't dare to move, but his insomnia didn't ease at all, so he lay motionless on the bed, counting Venata's hair by the crimson moonlight.

After a while, Venata turned over and met the insomnia Altaïr's eyes, which made her shiver violently.

"What are you fussing about when you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

Venata scolded angrily.

"Some insomnia may be the reason why the blood moon makes my spirituality unstable. Moreover, my inspiration always makes me have a bad premonition..."

Altaïr frowned, that dark feeling made him feel very bad,

"You are not the 'seers' of the Church of Evernight, and your spiritual premonitions don't count."

Venata said in a daze, "Tomorrow is Monday, and I still have a manuscript to write. Excuse me, can you let me sleep quietly for a while?"

"However, an assassin's spiritual intuition is quite accurate when it comes to his own safety. Although the feeling is not clear, I can be sure that something I don't want to see will happen soon."

Altaïr said hesitantly.

"Yes, if you still can't sleep well, I will consider using some physical means to make you fall asleep. Trust me, you don't want to see these methods."

Venata yawned and seemed about to fall asleep again.

"...Well, maybe I'm being too sensitive."

Altaïr muttered a few words, then turned around, with his back to Venata, "Sorry for disturbing you. Good night."

Afterwards, Altaïr felt an arm lightly resting on his waist, and felt the two hillocks that were only an inch away from his back.He heard Venata humming a melodious song in Feysac, which sounded like a mountain wind blowing through a snow-filled forest.

Altaïr felt healed spiritually in this ballad in an unintelligible language.After a while, he finally fell asleep.

……

Underneath St. Samuel's Cathedral, Britton was sitting alone in the duty room, his eyes glazed over, as if he was thinking about something.It wasn't until Lolotta, who was dressed in white with a black vest, knocked on the window in front of him that he drew his attention back.

"Has the matter of that factory been reported to His Excellency the Archbishop?"

Lolotta, who was holding an aluminum double-layered lunch box, sat down beside Britton, and asked Britton intentionally or unintentionally.

"It has been reported, but it is within the purview of the punisher, and it would take quite complicated procedures for us to intervene."

Britton replied mechanically.

"Then don't worry about it anymore, when we need to dispatch, we can just start again."

Luo Luota nodded, and put the lunch box on the stove to heat it slightly, and the rich aroma of fish and tomato diffused out.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? I asked Altaïr to pack one for you. After all, you are also the guest who came to the door on the last day of the Winter Ritual Day. It would not be a good thing if you didn't eat the dinner at the host's house. You still treat him."

Lolotta grabbed the edge of the lunch box that hadn't become very hot, and quickly handed the lunch box containing the food and fish soup to Britton.

"After all, we are also a couple in name, so I still have to pay attention to these."

Luo Luota patted Britton's shoulder reassuringly, hesitated for a while, and said: "Although I still can't understand your love view, but don't think about these things now, sooner or later you will There will be other options.”

At the end, she hesitated for a while, and added: "Just like in the future, I will definitely meet the real maid of my dreams."

"To each other." Britton pulled himself together and took a deep breath of the aroma of the food. "Then I won't be polite."

"But having said that, there are so many things involved in that factory... It seems that I will be busy tomorrow."

Luo Luota scratched her head, "When you are eating, I will also help you look at these things at hand, and finish these things quickly, I still have time to go to the maid cafe that Altaïr recommended for me tomorrow Kill the whole day."

……

At nine o'clock in the evening on December 1363th in the winter of 12, there were still 7 hours before the most serious extraordinary disaster in Backlund after the great smog in Backlund, "Angel's Fall".Currently, everything is normal in Backlund.

(End of this chapter)