Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 11 Grouping
When Altaïr woke up, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon the next day.The swelling on the injured part of the face has subsided, but the whole body still feels uncomfortable as if being cut by a blunt knife. Although the "Assassin" path has enhanced his physical fitness and recovery ability to a certain extent, it is impossible to heal his wounds instantly like a high-sequence powerhouse.

"Although Venata's injuries were heavier than mine, most of them were cured by that magical item..." Altaïr couldn't help being envious of Venata now.After laying on the bed for more than ten minutes, he finally made up his mind to turn over and get out of bed, but as soon as his feet hit the ground, he grinned in pain because of the excessive movement.

If Ge Gelan persuaded me to get married at this time, I might think about it, otherwise I would not even have someone to take care of me... But do I have to find a man or a woman to marry?Thinking of this incident, Altaïr's head hurt even more.

Altaïr stumbled downstairs, going to the pantry to get a couple of white rolls to fill his belly.But sleepily, he stepped over the holy book on the floor, and when he entered the kitchen, he found that the white bread and the leftover cream stew had disappeared from the table, and there were two unpainted porcelain dishes in the sink. bowl.

"If I'm looking for bread, I eat it. By the way, the stew tastes good, but it's a bit cold."

Altaïr turned around abruptly, and found that there was a pile of worn-out knitted clothes on the deck chair by the table, and a bag was thrown on the ground.And the sound came from the middle of the pile of clothes.

Sensing Altaïr's gaze, the pile of clothes slowly stood up, revealing Venata's face hidden under the hood.

"According to what you said, I came to your house to look for you. You tore down my house, so you have to arrange a place for me to live in, is it reasonable?" Venata stretched her waist, revealing her beautiful curves , "It's just that I didn't expect you to sleep for so long. I came in in the morning and saw that you ate everything on the table before you got up at noon."

"But what about the Zmang party? You move here and they won't come to you again?"

Altaïr frowned.

"Look at this morning's newspaper," Venata threw a roll of newspapers at Altaïr, "there is no Zmanger party."

Altaïr raised his hand to take it, unfolded the front page and read it quickly.

"Last night, a large-scale gang fire broke out in the East District. The Blackland Party took the lead. The three largest gangs held a large-scale promiscuous rally together. The Zmanger Party went to raid the meeting place and finally triggered a gas explosion. So far, the death toll has reached 72, and more than 100 people have been injured...The police have intervened in the investigation and controlled most of the gang members..."

Altaïr's face gradually filled with astonishment.

"If I didn't go to the party last night, I would probably go back to the gang's meeting place to act with them." Venata took out her daily necessities in her pocket and began to tidy up, "In that case, I would have been punished by now Those who have been captured into the underground of the Holy Wind Cathedral to become a researcher of sealed artifacts... Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to forgive you by saying this, in fact, if there is no such psychological hint, I might screw your head off now. "

"How should I put it, it's more friendly than I thought?" Altaïr laughed awkwardly.

"However, what the hell are you gangsters doing now?" Altaïr took out the teapot from the cupboard, ready to make a cup of tea for Venata. "Whether it's the Heiland Party or your Zimanger Party, it was obvious that they were not showing any signs of success before, so why are you suddenly planning to make a big move now?"

"First of all, thanks to you, I can no longer be a gangster. Even if I escaped the arrest because I was not present, if I enter the sight of the official Extraordinary again, I will definitely be suspected of being related to this kind of thing."

Venata gave Altaïr a blank look: "So I don't plan to give you the rent, is there a problem?"

"No problem..." Altaïr smiled wryly. He never thought of staying under the same roof as the target who failed to assassinate him. He inevitably felt wronged, so he could only accommodate everywhere.

"That's about the same... Let's get back to the topic."

Venata lowered her hood, let her hair loose, and shook her head.Her hair was a rare two-tone color, brown at the tips and nearly blond at the roots, flowing like melted gold pounds when undone.

"Actually, their actions are indeed abnormal. I heard from the elders in the gang that the 'Zimang Party' was originally one of the downlines of the Kingdom of Intis in Loen, but due to the fact that Ambassador Beck Lang was arrested by Aurora two years ago, The lunatics in the meeting were assassinated, and the middleman who had contact with the gang was also wiped out by the Nighthawks. Since then, the Zmanger Party has no leader, and the middle is almost swallowed up by other gangs. But the Backlund Massacre happened very quickly. In the smog incident, all the gangsters suffered heavy losses, and no one was able to annex others, so that the Zimeng Party survived until the war."

"During the war, the Zimang Party absorbed many remnants of Feysac soldiers like me. Although there were not many Extraordinary soldiers among them, they were brave enough to fight hard. There were also many controlled products such as high-pressure steam rifles. Time has really come back to life.”

"However, our leader still has some brains. He is a "Weapon Master" of Sequence 7. Although this sequence did not increase his intelligence, at least it did not damage his mind. As a person who grew up in the Eastern District, he still has The most basic ability to judge. He is quite clear about seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages."

"That is to say, it is impossible for him to make a big scene like this, and finally put himself in it?"

Altaïr asked thoughtfully.

"You're pretty smart. And the people in Blackland are also weird. Although they're all fools ruled by desire, it's too much to have such a disgusting party."

Venata nodded, and continued to comment with a little disdain.

"I think the people in Heland may have been involved in something related to some evil existence. After all, they were looking for me as a commission two days ago, obviously it doesn't look like they would do such a thing. The obscene party ... Tsk tsk. What a mess."

Altaïr sighed, and put the teacup in front of Venata.

"But I don't want to care about these shitty things. Recently, I just want to rest for two days and recover from my injuries. If you want to live here, you can live in the second bedroom upstairs."

Altaïr sat down across from Venata.

"Then let me introduce you formally. My name is Altaïr. I am a killer and bounty hunter, the 'instigator' of Sequence 8."

Venata raised her head slightly: "I am Venata, a former gang member, Sequence 8 'Provocateur'."

The two looked at each other, stretched out their hands and shook them gently, both of them exerted a little effort.

"However, I suggest that since you are no longer a gangster, how about finding a serious job? If you are arrested, I will be in trouble as a landlord."

Altaïr advised with kind words.

"My idea is the opposite of yours." Venata smiled sarcastically, "If one day you fail in the assassination and are made into a sealed artifact, the master bedroom will belong to me."

"It seems that your 'provocateur' digested well." Altaïr squeezed out these words between his teeth.

"In contrast, your 'instigator' didn't digest it very successfully..." Venata just wanted to taunt, but she suddenly shut up as if she remembered something, her face turned red all of a sudden, and she picked up the package on the ground Fleeing also seems to go to the second floor, leaving a word.

"I'm going to tidy up the room, don't call me until dinner is ready."

Altaïr's facial muscles twitched slightly, and finally he could only let out a helpless sigh.

Who let themselves miss it?Now I have to buy a meal for one person at night.Altaïr calculated the required expenses a little, and made a poor voice.With the mission of Miss "Arrogance", sooner or later I have to be promoted to the sequence.The value of potion materials for Sequence 7 is around 1000 pounds... If I don't buy the Bloodeviscer dagger, my financial situation is just right.Altaïr sighed to himself.

On the other side, in the accident scene surrounded by "Punisher", the original "Mechanical Heart" and "Nighthawks", Credence Isaac, the captain of Punisher, was frowning and staring at the scene in front of him. Evil scene.Although the members of the original Mechanical Heart rushed to the scene immediately and thoroughly cleaned everything in the house with firepower, the scene here was still enough to become a lifelong nightmare for the timid.

In the open hall, the ground is rolled up by various purification bullets, but the "rolling" itself seems to have become a part of the hall, and everyone who walks in here will feel that the hall looks like this normality.The ceiling and walls are full of strangely shaped blood and flesh stains, as if a big hand stretched the human body into various strange shapes at will, and then forced them into the wriggling gaps on the wall.

Credence closed his eyes slightly, trying to visualize the scene in his mind.

The official statement is a promiscuous party, which is not wrong in a sense.However, this is a party where no women are involved, and all the people present are frantically entangled with the activated walls, floors, furniture, and even ceilings in the most primitive "fusion" way, and the flesh and blood are being released crazily. Desire is accompanied by cement, logs, and steel, forming a huge green body with huge green eyes the size of a football, and the whole room is filled with the stench of donningsman leaves that have decayed in the cold room for a long time...

Such a terrifying abnormality, such an evil gathering... Credence felt a chill in his heart, a feeling he hadn't felt for a long time after he was promoted to "The Blessed One".This feeling only arose when he had just come into contact with the extraordinary event for the first time and almost lost his life.

At this time, the punisher next to him exclaimed: "It needs to be destroyed like this...Which evil god is this?"

Credence took a deep breath.Then, he slowly spit out a name.

"Mother Tree of Desire."

(End of this chapter)