Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 123 Supplementary Chapter
Chapter 27 (second half)
"The goddess only teaches us to be loyal to love, but does not specify the specific identity of the other party. In my opinion, true love is like music, which transcends status and status, and even goes to species."

Britton stroked his forehead gracefully.

"Honestly, I think you artists should more or less check your brains."

Altaïr suggested sincerely.

"It's a hurtful evaluation... but not as hurtful as your previous rejection." Britten showed an exaggeratedly disappointed expression. "This pain makes me want to recite poetry."

"Ah, her flowers bloomed all night until dawn..."

"Stop, stop, stop."

Altaïr waved his hands irritably, suddenly, he regretted coming here today.To be honest, he would rather argue with Venata all day than face the pursuit of a passionate man.

Before he was promoted to Sequence 8 "Midnight Poet", this Britton was an excellent violinist with a considerable degree of musical talent, so he was promoted very quickly on this road, and he was also an outstanding person. It's just that his passionate pursuit gave Altaïr a headache.

The "red gloves" who like maids and senior deacons with strange hobbies...Altaïr suddenly felt a little emotional about what kind of people were mixed into the goddess' nighthawk team.

"However, you can actually understand Lolotta's hobbies..."

Altaïr was a little surprised, "I thought no one would understand her tricks about maids calming people's minds."

"Maybe it's because I'm also a member of the incomprehensible, but I can understand this kind of forbidden emotion—ah, unattainable love is like sweet poisonous wine..."

Britton sighed, while pressing his left hand to his chest in a chanting gesture.

"I can't understand it. Anyway, as a normal man, being held by a woman's arm will only make me feel distracted."

Altaïr shrugged.

"That's because you're still locked in the shackles of the basic concept of love,"

Britton said with some excitement,

"But in fact, compared to these, we should pay more attention to the spiritual collision, the sublimation of love, and the deeper things such as the blending and resonance of two lonely souls. Instead of focusing on the stupid meat and fat, Why don't you join me in admiring the marble-like body and the Quaternary-style fit figure..."

Seeing that Britton was out of control, Altaïr had reached into his pocket and gripped the revolver tightly, ready to give the other side a pistol butt to calm him down at any time.However, at this moment, the door of the prayer room opened, and a slightly angry black-haired lady walked out from inside.

She has a good appearance. Since she just came out of the prayer room, she didn't wear a hat. She was wearing a suit similar to a male butler's attire, consisting of a black vest, white shirt, black tight trousers and leather boots of the same color.However, at this time, the other party's face was crowded with anger for some reason.

"I was just saying my prayers when I heard someone outside singing hymns and knew it was you,"

Lolotta said to Britton aggressively,

"However, how dare you say that it is a useless piece of meat? It is a symbol of the brilliance of motherhood, a dream shared by men and women? When you lie on the legs of the maid's white socks that reach to the heel, that Wouldn't the enjoyment brought by the sweet smell emanating from the upright maternity symbol be hundreds of times better than those men's vulgar muscles?!"

"Hmph, superficial."

Britton snorted, "That kind of naturally soft body is not enough to carry the lofty sustenance of an extraordinary person. What we yearn for is a knight-like strong body, emotional resonance for art, and more elegant things."

"A knight's body? You don't mean to raise the knight's value deliberately because the Nighthawks cannot inherit the title of knight in your family by accident, right?"

Lolotta sarcastically said, "Wake up, the age of knights is over."

"But the heart of an artist will never die. We always pursue what we don't have, just like you pursue full breasts."

Not to be outdone, Britton retorted.

"you!!!"

The two refused to give in to each other, staring at each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

Seeing this, Altaïr had a premonition that today might be a waste of time.

(I will have an exam tomorrow, please understand)
(End of this chapter)