Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 14 Chatting
Backlund's sky darkened very quickly, and in fact, there were not even more than six hours of sufficient sunlight in a day.As the thick smoke from the industrial area slowly deposited in the east area, the sky was already completely dark after seven o'clock in the evening.

After eating, Venata sat back on the sofa and carefully put away her degree certificate and other documents.However, after Altaïr finished his work in the kitchen and habitually sat on the other side of the sofa, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly became awkward.

Although the two have had a relatively friendly time for the time being, the discord between swords and swords last night was not so easily resolved.However, due to the nature of their previous work, going to bed at this time is tantamount to torture.

Altaïr, who lived alone at home, had lived in Baron Syndras’ mansion as a servant for nearly three months in order to assassinate Baron Syndras, so of course it was impossible to come back to make up the money for the newspaper, and Venata brought The Backlund morning newspaper that came had already been turned over and over by the two of them several times.

"...How about I go make a cup of tea."

Altaïr couldn't bear the awkward atmosphere, so he suggested.

"Or do you prefer coffee?... For tea, there is only Marquis black tea, for coffee..."

Altaïr wanted to introduce his drink reserve, but was interrupted impatiently by Venata.

"Excuse me, I don't want to lose sleep at night."

Venata waved her hand, as if to repel flies.

I can't talk today!Altaïr was angry in his heart, but it was not easy to have an attack. In fact, he himself was eager to go to bed early. Taking caffeine on such occasions was obviously making himself uncomfortable, so he finally found a clay pot in the cabinet. Milk, he bought it at the convenience market when he came back from the bar yesterday afternoon.

Altaïr poured himself a glass of milk and heated it in a small porcelain basin filled with hot water, letting the faint milky fragrance waft away.He scooped two tablespoons of sugar from the sugar bowl into the milk, and then leaned against the back of the sofa with the warm milk cup, feeling his muscles relax.

"Hey,"

Not long after Altaïr became intoxicated, Venata couldn't sit still.

"That, I want to drink too."

The other party laid his upper body lazily on the low table, his slender legs were facing the flames of the fireplace, and his body bent into a seductive curve.

"Didn't you just say no to drinking?"

Altaïr was annoyed.

"I said no tea and coffee, I didn't say no milk."

Venata retorted.

"Get it yourself."

"I don't want to move."

"You think I want to move?"

The two stared at each other across the low table.After a while, Venata, who knew that she was being unreasonable, felt wronged, and got up honestly to get the milk.

So, the ruthless gang executioner and the cold-blooded and brutal professional killer sat together in front of the stove, drank hot milk, and lay in two puddles of liquid on the soft sofa.

"I said, just being idle like this is idle, why don't we talk about something."

Altaïr scraped off the white milk stains from the corner of his mouth with his fingers, and tried to speak again.

"Is this how you usually strike up a conversation with others?" Venata tilted her head and put down the milk glass. "But you're lucky. I'm in a good mood now. For your milk's sake, you can ask any questions you want. But I don't have to answer."

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your secrets either."

Altaïr added two more lumps of anthracite to the furnace,

"Your hometown belongs to Feysac, tell me what Feysac is like? I've been in Backlund since I can remember, and I don't know much about foreign affairs."

"You ask this."

Venata first showed an expression of "I thought you wanted to ask something", and then her expression gradually softened.

"Where do I start..." Venata let out a breath slowly, showing an expression of reminiscence. "I was born on the northern coast of Feysac, where the air is better than that in Backlund, and the sun is abundant... Ever since I came to Backlund, I haven't sunbathed as much as I wanted in my hometown for a long time. .”

"After all, this is Backlund... The local residents hate its environment, and they will find ways to run out every holiday. But the people outside are jealous of the job opportunities in the factory inside, and even if they squeeze their heads, they will drill in."

Altaïr sighed.

"However, the winter here is much milder than that of Feysac. Of course, the cold and humid air that penetrates into the bones of Loen in winter is also annoying, but the winter of Feysac is different. In the second half of the month, my hometown can be eight to ten degrees colder than here."

Venata spread her hands, showing Altaïr the scars on her hands.

"It's from frostbite when I was a child, and it won't go away when I grow up. I thought that after I became a Extraordinary, there would be changes. It seems that I was thinking too much."

"I know a good pharmacist. He should be able to make some medicine to eliminate scars...Of course, this is just my opinion. When you get your legal identity certificate tomorrow, I can take you to him to ask."

Altaïr suggested.

"It's good to be able to remove it, but to be honest, I don't really care about it after such a long time. At most, it will be ugly when I get married with a flower ball? But I'm not sure if I can find a suitable man."

Venata shrugged and continued.

"Because of this, there are very few pure farmers like Ruen's in my hometown. In the village when I was a child, almost all the men were hunters, and air guns or double-barreled shotguns were hung on the walls of every household."

"Every winter, when the land can't be planted, the men will take the shotguns and go hunting in the woods. Whether it's deer, rabbits, wolves or bears, they are the prey of Feysac men. My favorite thing to do when I was young , is to play hunting games with the children at the entrance of the village, waiting for the adults who have gone out to come back. If you can drag back a bear or two deer and sell them to the merchant who comes once a week, you can rest this winter.”

Venata's eyes were a little blurred, as if she was nostalgic for the past.

"It just so happens that I'm good at those, whether it's game or real hunting. I can touch slings, bows and arrows, blowing arrows, and double-barreled shotguns. Later, I became the best hunter in the village. On the wall It is covered with the heads of bears, reindeer, and wolves that I have brought back, and their eyes reflect the light of the red moon at night, which is very beautiful."

There was a hint of sadness in Venata's eyes suddenly.

"But then the Fusac government issued a policy to cut down the forest in my hometown and move the villagers away. Some villagers were unwilling to leave, so they picked up shotguns and fought with the army."

"What happened later? How were they?" Altaïr hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

"What else?" Venata's voice trembled a little,
"Although they are the best hunters in the tribe, what they hold is only a double-barreled shotgun that can't even hold much gunpowder. We hold a double-barreled shotgun and can't hit them from 200 meters away; but they hold High-pressure steam rifles can hit us like rabbits from 400 meters away. Soon the rebels were scattered."

"What about you?" Altaïr picked up the milk cup and took a sip, but he didn't notice that the milk was already cold. "As the best hunter, didn't they hunt you down?"

"Of course not." Venata's expression became complicated, with regret, sadness, and resentment. "Because I was the first group of hunters who agreed to relocate."

Seeing Altaïr's stunned expression, Venata smiled self-deprecatingly.

"An accident? The best hunters are the first to abandon the hunting grounds."

Venata put the cup back into the hot water and sighed heavily.

"They told me that they would move us to warmer places, give us reasonable jobs, and save us from fighting wild animals. I admit that I was tempted at the time. Our main food is venison and bear meat, whether we No matter how you cook it, it is as hard as a belt. Few people in the tribe live past the age of 60. When they are too old to bite venison, they will be sent to the snow forest by the young people in the family and let them return to the snow field .”

"I haven't seen my parents since I was a child. I was raised by my mother-in-law in the tribe. One day, my mother-in-law asked me to drag her to the mountain, saying that she was going to meet old friends, and then asked me to help them hunt a rabbit Have a drink. At that time, although I had already inherited the Extraordinary characteristics of a hunter from my parents whom I had never met (this is what I learned later), I was still a child and didn’t understand anything.”

"My mother-in-law was also a very good hunter when she was young. She taught me hunting skills. So I left a gun for her and left with a bow and arrow and a waist knife."

"However, when I came back, there were only the sled, the shotgun that had been fired, and the blood-stained rags, and the footprints of wolves were all around. Facing the wolves, my mother-in-law only fired one shot. gun, and shattered his own head."

Venata's voice trembled slightly, although the fire in the fireplace was a little dim at this time, and her face could not be seen clearly, but Altaïr felt that she seemed to be crying.

"I don't want the people of the tribe to go on like this anymore, I want them to taste what the southerners describe as soft bread, stewed pulpy meat, and disi stuffing with extravagant use of fat and fruit Cake... So I took the lead and handed over the shotgun, and exchanged the embalmed animal heads all over the wall for twenty Feysac gold pounds and an application for admission to Feysac State University."

Venata took out a stack of tissues from her pocket and blew her nose hard.

"I gave up all my skills as a hunter and got my degree at Feysac University. However, I ran into a mugging guy on my way back to my apartment one night. Naturally, I beat him up. However, in When I crushed him and beat him violently, I could see his face clearly by the light of the red moon."

"That guy is my neighbor's child, the little follower who has been following me since I was a child!"

(End of this chapter)