Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 17 A New Beginning

The next day, Altaïr got up early and made breakfast.In Backlund's autumn, the temperature difference between morning and evening was not small, and he was so cold that he was still wearing fleece pajamas and shivered a few times.

The fire in the fireplace had long since burned out, and a thin layer of frost had formed on the windows.Altaïr put his hand in front of his mouth and took a few breaths, letting himself slowly adapt to the cold kitchen utensils.After subconsciously cracking an egg into the frying pan, he realized that he still had to prepare a portion of Venata.

Really... Altaïr opened his mouth, and found that he seemed to have no words to describe the current scene.

He shook his head, swayed his body slightly to the rhythm of the frying pan, and hummed a folk song.

"The rose of late summer blooms alone

Her lovely companions are withered and withered

……

Now that the companions are asleep, lie down with them in the grave

When friendship dies, I will go with you"

(Adapted from the British folk song The Last Rose of Summer, author Zha Fan)
After humming a few bits and pieces, Altaïr was surprised to find that Venata was already standing in the living room with sleepy eyes, obviously she had just woken up not long ago.

"Am I humming too loudly?"

Altaïr nodded apologetically.

"It's okay, I'm almost awake too."

Venata replied coldly.Although the two got along quite normally yesterday, and could even be used as a part of a popular third-rate love novel, it doesn't mean that the two can keep warm at any time.However, Altaïr reckoned that if Miss Audrey's hint disappears now, although it is impossible for her to let herself go like this, she should not kill herself directly... Probably?
"But I can't tell, your singing is pretty good, much better than those singers in the bar."

Venata walked into the bathroom and dropped this sentence.

"I'll take it as if you're complimenting me."

Altaïr brought a simple breakfast to the table.In Ruen's eating habits, breakfast is relatively simple, with fried eggs, bacon and bread, it is quite a hearty breakfast.

Taking out this morning's newspaper in the hallway, Altaïr sat down leisurely at the dining table, thinking about the recent arrangements in his mind.

The witch potion is a special one in Sequence 7. Unlike other potions, it needs corresponding ritual assistance in the Sequence 7 stage, and it cannot be drunk in a short time. It needs to be divided into several stages, complete The process of taking it takes about three weeks.

(Reminder in the front row: This is a second setting, not to say that it can only be changed in this way, it is another method of taking potions that does not belong to the Witch Sect, as for the reason for doing this, it will be mentioned in the second volume of the big foreshadowing The plot is the same, the bar is obedient)

Not to mention how long it takes to find the materials, even if all the materials are found, the promotion will not be immediately... My "Instigator" potion has also been completely digested, no matter whether you are promoted or not, in short, get the main materials in your hand first, and you can't wait until I don't have enough strength to think about promotion...

Altaïr thought for a while, and decided to use his own channels to purchase materials first.Auxiliary materials can be bought in the underground black market, so it's not a big problem.What is really difficult is all the blood of the black abyss demon fish and the eggs of the agate peacock.These two mystical items are priceless materials worth more than [-] pounds, and the actual transaction prices range from [-] to [-].

Wait, the [-] pounds that Miss Audrey gave me was meant to let me buy the main materials without any hassle?
A gust of cold wind blew by, Altaïr suddenly remembered this matter, the corners of his mouth twitched.

And I just spent 1300 pounds, and I still gave it to the next target... Altaïr couldn't help covering his face.If Miss Audrey pushes her to be promoted next time, how should she explain it? ...But it seems that Miss Audrey already knew about this matter. She didn't care about it at the time, so it should be fine... right?

Altaïr felt a little guilty, and quickly covered it up by eating breakfast.

Venata combed her hair, went to the dining table, and started to deal with her fried eggs.

"It was agreed today that I will be taken to apply for an identity certificate."

Venata poked open the egg skin with a fork, letting the golden egg liquid flow out.

"My memory is fine." Altaïr nodded, "But when you get there, you'd better not talk. Your provocation has become instinctive, right? After all, this is someone I just met yesterday. I'm afraid it's better to ask him to help you." You need to use the ability of the instigator, if you provoke him again, the effect will probably be worse."

"My provocateur potion has been completely digested, so there won't be such a problem. As for yesterday, it was just because I was simply unhappy seeing you." Venata said without raising her head.

Altaïr was used to Venata's way of speaking, and did not appear very angry.

"Then let's go and apply for your identity certificate today. Let me tell you first, I'm only in charge of negotiating with people, and then you and Mr. Moretti will go through the procedures yourself. There is a good small shop selling Dixie pies nearby. Tan, you can solve it outside at noon, I have to find some work to do, and prepare to be promoted to Sequence 7 by the way."

Altaïr finished his breakfast, found a spare key in the drawer and threw it to Venata.

"I may come back very late today. I will leave you a key. Don't open the window or pick the lock."

Venata nodded, took the key and put it in her trouser pocket.

Soon, the two finished their meal and went out to take a public carriage to the sub-district office on Rose Flower Street.The public carriage was relatively deserted, except for Altaïr and the other two women who looked like weaving workers.They sat in the corner of the carriage with dull eyes, and put their dusty shoes together awkwardly, trying to occupy a smaller space.

Before, I thought about buying a two-wheeled carriage and hiring a coachman, so that I would have to compete with these commuters every day in the future.Altaïr recalled his previous thoughts with embarrassment, although he did have the money to buy these things now, but the cost was not low, and in his profession, both assassins and bodyguards did not have a rigid demand for carriages, so he Still restrained his desire to spend money indiscriminately.

Soon, the carriage stopped at the street office.This is a newly established department in recent years. Its staff are people from the lower class who have been selected through civil service examinations. To a certain extent, it also reduces the monopoly of power by the big aristocrats.Of course, the refinement of positions has also increased the difficulty of supervision, and the upper-level basically turned a blind eye to the small-amount corruption of low-level officials, otherwise Altaïr would not be embarrassed to find Benson. His impression is not bad. Nice people to do this kind of thing that is not in line with the charter.

It is said that this name is a self-created word found in Emperor Roselle's notes.Although no one can decipher the manuscripts written by the emperor with mysterious symbols, but only those manuscripts written in common characters left by the emperor are great creations for the society at that time and even today.Altaïr thought half with emotion and half with admiration.

At this time, the two had already entered the lobby of the office, and under the light of the gas lamp that had not been extinguished, they saw Benson's bald head at a glance.

"Good morning, Mr. Moretti."

Altaïr tipped his hat to Benson,

"It seems that it will be a long time before I can rely on rent collection to survive."

Hearing the greeting, Benson raised his head in surprise, and after seeing Altaïr, he showed him a gentle smile.

"It's amazing, you and I meet again sooner than I thought, I praise the Goddess for her guidance."

"Praise the goddess."

Altaïr came to the counter and said to Benson.

"Actually, I came here specially to find you today. This is Venata, who is currently sharing the rent with me. Her ID card is lost, and a new ID card needs to be reissued."

"Then, I need at least one other document that can prove her identity. A Ruen citizen acts as a guarantor for this lady. In addition, I need to provide her stable address and other information."

"Is her degree certificate okay?" Altaïr handed in Venata's degree certificate.

"The Feysacs?"

Sure enough, Benson frowned.Seeing this, Altaïr quickly explained.

"She was forced to come here as a military doctor during the war. She was seriously injured during the retreat, and was thrown into the slums by the Feysacs. She wants to start over here with a new identity."

"What is this lady's religion?"

Benson calmed down a little, and continued to ask.

"I believe in the symbol of life and beauty, the protector of earthly beings, the mother of all spiritual forces, the benevolent Mother Earth."

Venata replied piously.

"Mr. Brutus (Altaïr's surname, taken from Marcus Junius Brutus, who assassinated Caesar), please come here and speak."

Benson looked around cautiously, and said to Altaïr.He didn't speak in a low voice until Altaïr leaned closer.

"This matter is a bit difficult... She is a Feysac. Normally, it is very difficult for a Feysac to obtain an identity certificate in Loen. If she is a believer of the God of War , I’m afraid I’m ready to report now.”

"Besides, it's very sensitive for adults to reissue identity certificates. If there is any problem here, I can't get rid of it. I also have a younger sister in my family. This job is very important to me, so... "

Benson's words already revealed the meaning of refusal, and Altaïr quickly launched "Abetment".

"I know your difficulties, Mr. Moretti... But what I want you to do is not such a dangerous thing."

"Oh?"

Benson was a little puzzled.

"Actually, I just hope that you can apply for the first version of identity certificate for her. Anyway, she has no identity record in Ruen, so she can just apply for the first identity certificate as a person who has just grown up. It is relatively easy to falsely report her age. Is it relatively common?"

"Well... theoretically, you can try it." Benson quickly understood what he meant, "It is true that many children from poor families come here to lie about their age in order to work early, but the one who reported their age the youngest was the first one. See you once."

"Of course, you won't be allowed to take the risk in vain."

Altaïr slipped a five-pound note into the window.

"Anyone should have the right to start over after the pain of this goddamn war, don't you think?"

(End of this chapter)