Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 142 Epilogue
"Beforehand, I don't like your practice of gathering near His base camp."

Albert Gnostic's face flashed with illusory symbols, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly, but others could easily detect his emotions.

"That's right, it's irrational. Although we all know that there is currently no Pope-level powerhouse guarding here, if He wakes up and interprets our actions as offenses, there will be big trouble."

Tapani Cherubim echoed.Although He and the Gnostics didn't deal with each other, Hermes was obviously more annoying.

"It's okay." Hermes waved his hand.

"After all, we won't trade like this again...at least, that's what I hope. If I go to your site to trade, what's waiting for me is probably 0-01 from your Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. .”

The cherubim snorted, apparently acquiescing.

"As for his attitude... You all promised me that if your plan was successful, regardless of Adam, it would definitely be impossible for him to wake up successfully."

"Could it be that there is something wrong with this plan, so that you don't believe your own plan?"

Hermes laughed sarcastically.Due to the change in His appearance, all the original kindness disappeared, and the wrinkled peach-pit-like face was full of acrimony.

"Hmph, this has nothing to do with you. Take out what I want, and we'll leave as soon as we finish the deal."

The cherubim didn't bother to explain, they just wanted to get the things as soon as possible.The Gnostics didn't seem to be in a hurry, and turned to Ouroreus who was aside.

"It is said that Adam and the real Creator don't want others to intervene in their conflicts, why do you end it yourself?"

Ouroreus gave Gnostic a sideways glance, and said calmly: "Both of them are not equal to my master for the time being. Besides, I will make a decision in favor of him based on my judgment, not blindly Obey his will. This is my prerogative as the angel of his destiny."

"I don't understand you guys. Things like disobedience and hidden sages were not in my thinking from the beginning."

Gnostic shrugged. "Okay, that's all for the chat, hurry up and make a deal, lest the Pope be in a hurry."

……

A few minutes later, the room became dim, and all abnormalities disappeared, and it became an ordinary homestay. The original owners were having meals. Four angels had come by my side, and one of them was even in my room. I have been writing at home for several months without realizing it.

Afterwards, the family did some homework and went to bed one after another.In the mysterious world where there is no means of entertainment or talk, ordinary people who have no work to do go to bed very early.

In the family's dream, a beautiful lady wearing a blue traveling cloak and emerald green eyes full of unconcealable sadness and exhaustion knocked on the door of their house.

They greeted her through the door as if they were a guest of honor, but she sat in the family's armchair for a long time in thought.Then, before the family woke up, she picked up the old quill in the trash can, and Shi Shiran left the dream.

……

A few days later, north of Loen, Jianhai County, Conston City.

As a tourist city located in the north, Constanton City is sparsely populated at this time.The climate here is already very close to Fusac, with the lowest temperature reaching minus ten degrees.However, since there are no inland rivers flowing here, and warm ocean currents often pass by, the ports here are still operating normally.

When the kingdom fought with Feysac, it was captured by the Feysacs, so there are still many facilities that have not been repaired in time. There are only a few bars on the street where people want to go in and sit.

At this time, three or five drinkers were gathering in the bar, listening to the literate guy in the middle reading the latest newspaper.

"A catastrophe happened in Backlund a few days ago, causing more than 3 casualties. It was suspected to be a vicious incident caused by the Devil Worshipers of the Blood Worship Cult. The bandit leader was killed on the spot, but some terrorists still escaped. outer……"

The guy sighed while reading aloud, "Tsk tsk, even the Backlund Bridge has collapsed in half... The people who died this time even included many noble lords, with more than 200 people with titles. At present, Backlund is trying to prevent terror The terrorists escaped and sealed off the entire city, and the Pope of the Goddess Church heard that he would go to hold mass for the victims in person..."

"Really? My God, that's more than 3 people!"

"Even the great smog in Backlund last time didn't kill so many people, did it?"

"I just said there's nothing good about Backlund. So many people died in the smog. I wouldn't go if I were asked. It's very bad luck!"

"Nonsense, I'll pay you half a pound a week, will you go or not?"

The drinkers immediately exploded and began to discuss, without even noticing that the door of the tavern had been opened, and three ladies, two, one, one, and three, walked in.

One of them has long black hair, wears a black woolen robe and a lady's soft hat with a wide brim of the same color, has fair skin and a beautiful face, even with a thick scarf covering half of her face, with a frown and a smile It is also full of charm.

The other was wearing a brown leather jacket with fur lapels and no scarf, revealing wheat-colored skin.Her short, shoulder-length blond locks were left in loose curls, reminiscent of a lion's mane.

The little girl they were carrying was a little listless and thin, and was tightly wrapped up by the two of them clumsily.In the gaps of those thick clothes, the little girl's rare red eyes were faintly exposed.

In such a city, there are not many women, let alone two such beautiful women appearing at once.If it weren't for the fact that people's attention was being attracted by the news when they came in, the appearance of the three of them alone would have caused a sensation.

They separated from the crowd, and the black-haired one lightly patted the shoulder of the snakehead who was reading a newspaper.

As soon as the snake head turned around, it immediately met the black-haired woman's charming eyes.

"Three tickets to Port Indo. Second class box, you can get it, can't you?"

The black-haired woman took out five ten-pound banknotes from her wallet, stuffed them into the snake's hand, and gently rubbed the other's palm with her index finger through the banknotes.

"At this price, you should be quite satisfied."

Seeing the snakehead taking the banknotes as if he had found a treasure, and carefully putting them into his pocket, a faint smile appeared on Adele's face.

"This newspaper will be treated as a gift."

The Hunting Ground of the Witch and the Hunter Volume [-]
(End of this chapter)