Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 18 Emergencies

After about an hour, Altaïr and Venata came out of the darkroom, Venata was holding an ID with the photo just taken in her hand, Altaïr was constantly thanking Benson.

"Then, when you and your family need protection or other security services in the future, you can come to me at this address. The security in Backlund after the war is not as good as it used to be—although in the Eastern District, the security in the past Not much better - but it's never a bad thing to be prepared."

Altaïr put his top hat on his head and bowed slightly in salute.

"Hope you had a nice morning."

Venata and Altaïr came to the intersection, Venata said to Altaïr enviously:

"Your ability is really good. That guy was really persuaded by you just now. Isn't this a good social advantage?"

After a while, Venata found that Altaïr didn't talk to her, she turned around strangely, and found that Altaïr's face was a little pale.

"what's wrong with you?"

"……did not succeed."

Altaïr said softly.

"What didn't work? What are you talking about here inexplicably?"

Venata was a little confused.

"My 'instigation' was not successful, something blocked my extraordinary ability, Benson was only impressed by my last sentence..."

Altaïr shuddered violently, grabbed Venata's hand, and led her, who hadn't reacted for a while, out a long way.

"Go away, stay away from here, and don't get involved with this guy in the future!"

……

Thousands of kilometers away, at the former site of the Eastern Balang Empire, Leonard's brows slightly relaxed.

"This guy seems to be very good... When the spirit I left on Klein's brother was triggered, I thought something had happened, but I found out that it was the guy recommended by Miss Audrey after using the spirit seance ceremony. .He is so sensible, there is no need for me to waste spiritual coming to warn him."

"After all, he was preparing for Klein to wake up. If it is not necessary, I don't want to do something like this... I didn't expect him to trigger the spirit that I left on Benson to serve as his bodyguard. It's impossible If so, I will use my identity as the archbishop to recite a book for him and her female companion..."

Leonard thought for a while, and suddenly laughed as if he remembered something.

"Hey, Mr. Witch...that name sounds interesting."

……

Backlund is really a dangerous place, you can meet Extraordinary people casually... After bidding farewell to Venata at the street corner and letting her go to the newspaper for an interview, Altaïr was leaning against a low wall and panting gas.Fortunately, the other party was still friendly, but he just prevented his ability from acting on Benson, and didn't try to fight back.

On the contrary, he was frightened to death when he found out that his ability was blocked. Later, when he took pictures with Venata, his whole body was tense, and his shirt was drenched in cold sweat.

No, I have to go to the underground market to suppress the shock... Altaïr carefully turned into a small shop in the East End.

Although this house looks small, it is actually built above a huge air-raid shelter.Part of this air-raid shelter was destroyed during the Fusac air strikes. Due to its relatively low strategic significance, no funds have been allocated for repairs.

Later, a mysterious rich man bought this land, built this building on it, and expanded the underground area to operate the black market, and all income should be handed over to him by 5%.The boss here seems to have been officially endorsed, and no one has ever come to trouble him.

Altaïr hoped to be able to buy auxiliary materials for the "witch" potion here, including golden mandala juice, daffodil juice, and shadow lizard scales.

Of course, he wouldn't be a rookie to directly buy these things, but directly buy golden mandala flowers and daffodils, and keep them at home until he can gather other materials.

There are two reasons for him to do this: First, the spirituality contained in this item is very thin, if it is squeezed out too early, it will easily dissipate, and it will only waste a lot of money.Second, he doesn't want others to judge his potion sequence through the materials he bought.

While it's nice to buy something else as a cover, that's going to cost a lot of extra money and be a hassle.But now, in the eyes of others, I just bought two pots of ornamental plants.

It just so happened that I broke some of Venata's potted flowers before, so buying them back to take care of her this time can be regarded as making up for it to some extent.I just hope she doesn't get mad when she juices those flowers later.

Altaïr was optimistic about the two pots of flowers, negotiated the price with the stall owner, and bought the two pots of flowers for 1 soli 8 pence and 2 soli respectively.Of course, he didn't take it right away. Although carrying two pots of flowers sounds very literary, it is not so friendly to a shopper.

A pound is 20 soli, a soli is 12 pence... Sometimes I really wonder if the big men who made the currency system came up with this currency system when they were drunk.Is decimal too complicated for the big brains?Altaïr complained in his heart.

While his thoughts were floating, he had already walked to a booth selling auxiliary materials.

The stall owner was dressed in a dark black robe, and looked very refined, but considering that this was in the East District, it cannot be ruled out that he pulled out a revolver and a meat chopping ax from under the wide robe hem with his backhand.

"How do you sell the scales of the shadow lizard?"

Altaïr pointed to a small box on the ground with the tip of the "Bleeder" umbrella. Inside the box lay seven light black scales quietly, exuding a warm luster under the light of the kerosene lamp.

"One piece is ten soli, and if you buy seven pieces, you can take it away for three pounds."

The other party obviously belonged to the kind that matched his appearance, and he was not interested in haggling over a little money.

"Deal, I want all seven pieces."

Altaïr paid quickly.Although he is a relatively frugal type and has the ability to instigate, bargaining is not a difficult task for her, but he doesn't like the feeling of haggling.Even though he could get hundreds of pounds for killing a person, he still felt ashamed to bargain for a few pennies.

To be honest, it went much smoother than I imagined.If this continues, I can go home at noon and cook for myself, saving the money for lunch in those small restaurants in the East District that are not even as delicious as my own.

Altaïr was walking on the road carrying a flowerpot, thinking so in his heart.He originally thought that there might not be all the materials in the underground market, and he had already planned to go to several places in a row, but he didn't expect to buy all the materials at the first one.Extraordinary materials are different from daily necessities, so there is no need to shop around.

Altaïr, who was humming a ditty, came to his door, but found a middle-aged gentleman he didn't know was looking at his door.Holding a black cane, wearing a light blue suit and gold-rimmed glasses, he is a conservative-looking gentleman.

"Sir, who are you looking for?"

Altaïr greeted the gentleman.

"Are you Mr. Altaïr?" The other party took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat off his face. "I was introduced by Ms. Gagran. She said that you... are trustworthy in some ways."

"Can we go in and talk? I'm afraid it's not safe enough here."

The middle-aged gentleman suggested.

"Ok, no problem."

Altaïr stretched out his hand to signal, and invited the middle-aged gentleman into his home.

When the other party was seated in the living room, Altaïr poured a pot of boiling water into the thermos to make tea.

"I only have Xibo black tea and Marquis black tea here, or do you prefer coffee?"

"Before that, can you give me a glass of cold water first?"

The other party seemed to have just gone through a period of strenuous exercise, and had been sweating since entering the room.

"Of course." Altaïr turned back to catch the water, "By the way, you have to pay attention to the bench under your feet, that is the shelf where I put the whetstone, don't trip over it."

However, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

It was the sound of a metal revolver magazine turning.

"Hands up, Mr. Altaïr." The gentleman's voice suddenly became stable, "Turn around slowly, yes, that's it, move slowly, otherwise I'm afraid I might go off fire... To be precise , was fired in advance."

Altaïr turned slowly, and the gentleman was now holding a revolver towards him.

"I don't understand, sir." Altaïr said slowly, "Have I offended you in any way? Or, are we on the same team?"

"You don't understand that very well." The other party smiled sarcastically. "When you kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed by others—Emperor Roselle is really a good philosopher, what do you think?"

"It looks like we have something in common. It's a shame."

Altaïr shook his head regretfully.

"You are going to die soon. Is there anything else you want to say? Personally, I prefer to hear the last request of the person who was killed. You can take it as a little hypocrisy of a killer."

The other party sneered and raised the gun slightly, placing it on his waist so that he could not see what was going on inside from the outside.

"It's a pity. I originally thought that people who knew Roselle would be more rational." Altaïr sighed, "I said, why do you think I reminded you of that chair?"

"What..." the other party was about to answer, Altaïr suddenly lifted his foot and stepped on the end of the bench close to him, causing the other end of the bench to bounce, hitting the opponent's gunman heavily, causing his muzzle to hit Lifted, and shot himself in the chin!
"I am indeed prepared to be killed by others—but you seem to have made a mistake," Altaïr said to the slowly falling assassin, "Emperor Roselle meant to prepare people, but It's not to persuade me to give up resistance and let you kill casually."

Altaïr bent down, took the opponent's finger off the trigger, and put it on the edge of the guard.

"Hope this helps you correct your gun stance."

(End of this chapter)