Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 12 Work
Altaïr stopped at a nearby convenience market.Just now he changed a new bandage and cotton wool for his wound at home, and now the wound and the gauze are rubbing against each other, which makes him have to slow down and walk a short distance to the convenience market for a full 10 minutes.

"Let's spend a little extravagance today and buy some nutritious seafood or lean meat to go home."

Altaïr thought for a moment.In addition, he also wanted to buy some blood clots, to see if this food passed down from the ancient elves could be used to solve the negative characteristics of the "Bleeder" dagger.He couldn't find any other substitutes last night, he could only suck some blood from his own wounds, so that he didn't let himself lose control under the condition of spiritual exhaustion.

Although the Loen Kingdom does not have a discipline similar to nutrition, private doctors in the upper class have always been trying to promote similar concepts.Foods such as fresh meat, fish, and eggs help wounds heal—a view widely agreed among private physicians.

Altaïr came to the stall selling sea fish, and the smell of fish entered his nostrils.Most of these sea fish are preserved by salting, which allows them to survive the large amount of time spent on shipping in Loen.When he was working at the home of Baron Syndras, he heard something related from the head chef.

At that time, the scene he described was so attractive that I could even see the muscles of the sailors bulging and pulling the net rope.Thinking of this, Altaïr looked down at the price tag.

"Fresh sea fish, eighteen soli per pound."

Sorry to bother you.

Altaïr left the sea fish stall in embarrassment, and walked to the one selling river fish.The main products sold here are catfish and mandarin fish. At that time, people generally believed that these fishes fed on the mud at the bottom of the river, which was relatively dirty, so the price was not very high. It was good in the eyes of people who don’t care about these things in the Eastern District. source of energy.

After buying a nearly three-pound catfish and some duck blood for three soli, Altaïr walked towards his house.On the way, he found a new pudding shop, and after digging into his pockets for a few solis, he decided to buy some of the lemon pudding advertised on the billboard.

The store's business was exceptionally good, and there was a long queue at the door.In front of Altaïr was a balding gentleman, and the two chatted while waiting.

"...So, you have a sister who likes pudding?"

Altaïr switched the fish in his hand to the other, and asked the gentleman with great interest.Extraordinary people like him have extra bonuses when communicating with ordinary people. Even if they don't actively stimulate them, they can still make ordinary people feel close to him.

"Well. She is studying at Backlund University, studying mechanical repair. Since my younger brother passed away a few years ago, our pace of life was once disrupted, and it has only recently returned to normal."

A haze flashed across the other party's face for a moment, but it was quickly hidden by him.

"At this time of year we would buy lemon pudding and white beer and have an evening meal with him. But during the war, the owner of a bakery near our house died, so I made a point of visiting the shop today."

"May the Goddess bless their souls."

Altaïr nodded four times on his chest.In the Eastern District, there are very few people who really have no faith. There are many shallow believers like Altaïr who only go to mass once a year on the Day of the Dead.

"Praise the goddess." The gentleman also saluted solemnly in response. "My name is Benson, and I'm a government employee. This is my business card. If you need to go through any identity verification procedures, you can find me at the office in the East District."

"My name is Altaïr, and I'm currently working as a bodyguard. I'm actually not sure if this job is suitable for me, so maybe the next time you see me, I'll be living on rent."

Altaïr took Benson's business card and made a little joke.

"You can collect rent, but you still want to be a bodyguard?" Benson was stunned.At this moment, the people in front got their own bread and left. Benson stepped forward and asked for two lemon puddings, and Altaïr followed suit.Then the two bid farewell and went home.

Altaïr pushed open the door, and Venata was sitting on the sofa studying a stack of supporting documents.

"Tonight, I will eat braised catfish. It is said that this is the dish of Intis, and it is a kind of court dish of Emperor Roselle."

Altaïr put the catfish basket on the ground and changed his shoes at the door. "What are you looking at?"

"My degree certificate," Venata said without looking up. "From Fusac State University."

"I can't see that you still have a college degree."

Altaïr looked at the "provocateur" in amazement.

"What kind of eyes do you have? There are many things you can't see." Venata raised her head, gave Altaïr a blank look, and stamped the documents on the table. "Before I was forced into the army by the official Extraordinary of the Fusac government, I was studying a bachelor's degree in sociology at Fusac University. I just finished the last course the day before enlisting in the army, and I was defeated by you Loen, Just throwing it in Ruen made me a member of the gang."

"Back to the point, didn't you tell me to find a serious job? I thought about it. Only writers, private detectives and journalists can maintain enough freedom and get enough funding. Private detectives often deal with the police, I don't want my identity to be revealed."

"To be honest, the career of a writer is not bad. It seems that the barriers to entry are quite low now. I also read the best-selling book "Storm Mountain Villa" a while ago, but after half a month, I gave it to the neighbor's little girl. child."

Altaïr suggested.

"No, I still think a reporter is more suitable for me." Venata shook her head, "Have you forgotten, that demigod will assign me tasks in the future, and the job of a reporter is obviously more convenient to move about. Besides, my sequence It also has a lot of advantages for infiltrating to obtain information. However, I still lack an identity certificate, do you know anyone who can apply for an identity certificate?"

Altaïr thought for a while, and took out Benson's business card from his pocket.

"I didn't know each other at first, but I met one just now."

Venata didn't ask any more questions, but just nodded and continued to work on the matter in hand.Altaïr picked up the ingredients he bought and walked into the kitchen. Soon, white mist appeared on the glass door of the kitchen.

……

On the other side, Benson pushed open the door and found that Melissa was sitting at the dining table. Pan-fried meat, fish and toast had already been set on the table. There were three chairs and three sets of cutlery beside the table covered with white napkins.

"You made this?" Benson asked with some surprise, "I thought Ruth came back... When did you learn how to cook this dish?"

Ruth is Benson's wife, and she hasn't returned from visiting relatives at her natal home two days ago.

There was a smile on the corner of Melissa's mouth: "When I was working in Miss Audrey's foundation, the staff there taught me these things. Although Miss Audrey is sometimes...naive, for ordinary people I don’t know much about what is needed, but she is very good at listening to other people’s opinions. Fortunately, she has many experienced people around her. For example, Ms. Jenny who works in the foundation’s workhouse, she knows very well that ordinary residents can afford What kind of food."

"Just right, let me try your handicraft. By the way, I bought lemon pudding."

Benson hung his coat on the hanger, sat down at his seat at the table, and poured ale into the glass corresponding to the empty seat.

"Life now is the same as we expected when Klein was still around." Benson sighed. "There were a lot of detours in the middle, but fortunately we made it through."

"Hmm." Melissa's eyes were a little shaken, and when she heard her other brother's name, her expression trembled.

Seeing that his sister was a little sad, Benson didn't continue this topic.He put the pudding in front of Melissa, then picked up the glass and said, "Don't mention it. It's still the same as before. We have light beer and you have lemon pudding."

Melissa nodded slightly, and the two ate their dinner in silence.

After a while, Benson began to try to start a new topic.

"A new bakery opened on Rose Street. Today's lemon pudding is bought there."

"It just happens to be on the way to where you work." Melissa took a bite of the pudding, "You can buy the bread from now on. The bakery on the side of the university has recently started cutting corners. Although the war is over, no Bread with sawdust isn't available everywhere either."

"Also, I met a very interesting person at the bakery..."

Benson told Melissa about meeting Altaïr.

"I don't know how I managed to chat with him, but I just feel somehow... This guy is very similar to Klein."

Benson finished his own bread:

"A person who can obviously live well at home and collect rent, but insists on being a bodyguard... When he met me, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen."

"You should stay away from him in the future, he may be... the Extraordinary that my teacher mentioned to me." Melissa frowned, feeling a little strange.

"That's what I said, maybe we won't see each other in the future. He doesn't seem like someone who would be willing to live a mediocre life, and he might fall into a corner like a straw one day."

Benson nodded, agreeing with Melissa's point of view.

"Of course, if that's the case, I still hope that he can stand up after the wind stops... After all, if there is one less person who knows how to be humorous, it will be Ruen's loss."

PS: The season change has been a bit of a cold for the past two days... I should have added a new chapter after receiving so many recommendation tickets from book friends, but I really didn't have much energy to code words last night. To be gone.Let’s see if I can spare some time to add more votes for the recommendation on November [-]. However, the latest chapters will not have much ups and downs until the craftsman is tracked down. It’s meaningless to add one or two chapters... Anyway, thank you Everyone's vote

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