Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 15 Venator means hunter
"It's hard for me to find words to describe my surprise at that time. At that time, I even forgot to get up from him and kept asking him why you became like this. I didn't react until the patrolman pulled me away as a female hooligan. "

Venata took the poker from Altaïr's hand, and filled two more coals, letting the light of the flame dance and burn in her eyes.

"Later, he told me in the police station that those southerners did not fulfill their promises at all, and all my people were sent to the immigration area, squeezed into small shabby houses that were not as good as pigsty, and there was no fluffy white bread And stewed meat, they worked more than 16 hours a day in the factory area of ​​Fusac, and those who couldn't do it either starved to death or became criminals like him."

Venata looked at the flame like a wooden sculpture and continued.

"I'm just a poor student with no power and power. After my tutor found out that I skipped classes, he came to bail me out. It was already two days later. I am in good health, but my neighbor's children are not. Can get through those two days at the police station."

"He died in the room opposite me. When he was dying, he stretched out his hand to me, as if he was saying something. His vocal cords had been damaged by the cold, but even just looking at his distorted mouth shape due to pain, I also know what he's talking about."

"He's saying it's all your fault. And I know it's all my fault."

Venata's voice gradually became smaller.But then, she perked up again.

"Of course, I didn't get depressed. When I was young, my mother-in-law always told me that it doesn't matter if I make a mistake, just make up for it right away. I am a sociology student. I wrote a related report that night and submitted it to the The newspaper office where I practiced. In the article, I described the situation of immigrants, asked myself and used the sentence that I think is the most touching, and several times when I was writing, I was so excited that I was about to cry."

"After a few days, there was no response. I couldn't wait any longer, so I wrote a few more articles and submitted them to other newspapers, thinking that someone would be willing to post them. In the end, what I was waiting for was the notice of termination of the internship."

"The editors of the newspaper are the mouthpieces of the government. It is impossible for them to allow their newspapers to publish such things that embarrass the officials. Poor students like me are different from those rich kids who come to gilt. If I am expelled, I will even Nothing will change."

"After a while, I finally made up my mind. Since I can't solve the problem with gentle means, then I can only use the means of a hunter. I found the person who discussed the relocation with us, and sneaked in in the middle of the night. Kick him out of the bed at his home, threaten him with a double-barreled shotgun to his head, then show him my tools for tanning leather, and tell him that if he doesn’t keep his promise, his head will be killed. Cut it off, embalm it and put it on a shelf, like those wolf heads he tricked me out of."

"However, it is true that he was terrified, but I also understood the situation. Such a guy who makes our whole tribe fearful and can mobilize those soldiers with high-pressure steam rifles is just an ordinary employee. There is no real power to improve our situation at all, and it's ridiculous that I was so stupid to take his nonsense as truth and trap the whole tribe into it."

"He was crying at my feet, saying that he was just spreading the word, that those things had nothing to do with him, and that he might even kneel down and lick my boots if I gave him a chance. I hesitated for a long time, and finally prepared the tanning tools It’s useless. It’s not that I won’t hate, but I suddenly realized that even if I kill him, it’s meaningless. I’m afraid I won’t have the chance to correct the mistake I made.”

Venata drank the remaining milk in one gulp and stood up abruptly.

"The rest is the part you know. While I was waiting for punishment, I was forced to serve in the military. Because my actions attracted the attention of the official Extraordinary, they said that as long as I go to the front to fight, I will no longer Considering the fact that I murdered that guy, and I will also consider my request to improve the living conditions of the people in our tribe. I agree, because I know that at least this time, no matter whether I choose right or wrong, it will not be worse than it is now. Oh no."

The coals in the fireplace fell with a clatter, and the fire in Venata's eyes went out along with the fire in the stove.

"Now that your curiosity has been satisfied, I'm also a little sleepy, and I want to take a shower and go to bed."

Venata reached out her hand to wipe her eyes, and said bluntly to Altaïr.

"The bathroom is over there." Altaïr retracted his foot to make room for her.

When Venata's figure walked to the door of the bathroom, Altaïr shouted behind her: "In return, shall I tell you my story tomorrow night?"

"Who wants to hear your crap."

Venata's voice was indistinct, and then, behind Altaïr came the sound of closing the door and a threat.

"If you dare to peek, I will dig out your eyeballs."

"Tch, you bastard. Also, what's interesting about you? If I really want to see a woman's naked body, can't I just watch my own after I get Sequence 7?"

Altaïr clicked his tongue, decided not to argue with her, and at the same time made a small joke in a self-deprecating manner.

No wonder this guy is so obsessed with what he eats... I remember that there seems to be a stall selling Dixie pies at the junction of the East and West districts. Let's take her to have a look.But having said that, the Feysacs lure the aborigines by using the special products of Disey Bay. The food culture of Feysac is also poor enough, so it is no wonder that the residents have no motivation to follow the policy to industrialize.

Altaïr sighed.Not only Venata, almost everyone living in the East District has their own tragic experience, which is different, but there is no difference in the degree of misery.So he rarely listens to people talking about these things, because he has nothing to do.

"All happy families are alike, and every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way..."

Altaïr couldn't help but think of this famous saying of Emperor Roselle.Although Roselle was also from a minor nobleman, and his class was far from Altaïr's, logically speaking, it was impossible for him to have a similar experience to make him realize this, but Altaïr still felt that this sentence was simply not incisive, reading it It was like being stabbed directly in the back by a sharp dagger.

After hearing such a story, Altaïr lost the mood to continue sitting downstairs, took a sip of warm water, rinsed his mouth, and walked directly into his room on the second floor without waiting for Venata to finish using the bathroom. Soon fell asleep.

However, Altaïr's dream of comfort did not last long.Although there was no clear sense of time in the dream, Altaïr suddenly woke up shortly afterward, aware that something had entered his dream.

In the dream, he was lying on his bed and reading the newspaper. This is a habit he also has in normal times. He often does this in the early winter to save fuel.However, just as he turned the newspaper to the next page, the door of the room was pushed open silently by something, and at the same time, he conveyed a clear idea of ​​"this is a dream" to Altaïr.

Tell me that I am dreaming... It seems that the other party has no malicious intentions, so it is best not to act rashly.

Altaïr warned himself silently in his heart.The Assassin sequence does not increase the spirit body very much, and it is in a fairly satisfactory position among the 22 sequences.Since the other party can easily pull him into a dream, it must not be so easy for him to break free from the dream.

With the creaking sound of the door opening, the crack in the door opened wider and wider. Altaïr squinted his eyes to distinguish carefully, and what appeared in the fully opened door was...

A golden retriever?
Altaïr scratched his head in confusion.

"Why is there a dog in my dream?"

Altaïr stretched out his left hand and ticked, trying to get the dog to come to his bed.However, the dog just sat down in a well-behaved place, wagging its tail slowly.

Just when Altaïr was hesitating whether to go up and pet the dog, the golden retriever actually spoke.It didn't open its mouth, it just vibrated the air with its tail to make a sound.Of course, in the dream, as long as the idea is conveyed, it doesn't matter how the sound is made, so Altaïr was not overly surprised.

"Hello, Mr. Altaïr. First, let me introduce myself. My name is Susie, and I am Miss [Arrogance]'s hound...uh, a hound with extraordinary abilities."

Uh, the hunting dog that can pull me into the dream without any room for resistance, at least has a mid-sequence...

Altaïr added a sentence in his heart, and at the same time felt the class gap again.She is also a Extraordinary, and she has to plan carefully for a piece of material, and almost lost her life for the reward of 200 pounds. However, Miss Pride can also prepare an extra potion for her pet, and it will arrive as soon as she prepares it. Middle sequence... In other words, I can't even beat this dog?

He's a boss, and he can't be provoked.

"Hello, Susie." Altaïr greeted friendlyly, "What's the matter with Miss Pride?"

"Well. I see that you are getting along well with that Ms. Venata, which is a good sign. I hope the next mission will be as smooth as the beginning."

Susie shook her tail and continued.

"Miss Pride hopes that you can help her investigate a person. She instructed that although this guy is not high in sequence, he is very dangerous. At least one of you or that Miss Venata can be promoted to Sequence 7 before he can track him down. As long as After determining the approximate range, Miss Pride is willing to pay a hundred pounds for this."

"One hundred pounds just to determine the approximate range?" Altaïr chewed on the meaning of this sentence, "Whose news is so valuable?"

"That person must be familiar to you." Susie called out twice in her native voice, "It's the artisan who sold you the Blood Ejector."

(End of this chapter)