Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 2 Miss "Pride"

Altaïr moved quickly through the crowd in the East End.

It was already noon, and some workers from the eastern district who had the conditions to come out for lunch had poured out of the factory, and Altaïr easily mixed in.

After turning around twice in the crowd and confirming that he was not found, he quickly changed direction and turned into a hidden alley.

After entering the shadow of the alley, his movements suddenly became brisk, jumping over all kinds of sundries and garbage on the ground as easily as a gazelle, avoiding the stagnant water and muddy.

After about 10 minutes, he stopped in front of a tavern.The signboard of the tavern was a little yellowed, with a black pointed bonnet covered with wine stains and a bubbling copper cauldron painted on it.

Altaïr pushed the door familiarly and entered, and the wind chimes hanging on the door jingled.

"Brother, this place is closed during the day... Oh, it's you."

On the bar counter of some years ago, a pile of black clothes suddenly moved, revealing the female boss under the soft hat.After recognizing Altaïr, she didn't stop her, but quickly got up and closed the door to make sure that no one was watching here.

"The guest is already waiting for you inside, Box No. 3." The female boss stretched her waist, gave Altaïr a soft look, and made way for him.

"Okay, Gagran." Altaïr threw the white cloak on the bar, "Return the clothes to you, and give me the deposit later."

Altaïr walked towards the interior of the tavern.His thoughts were already wandering to the upcoming bounty and potion recipe.

After the Battle of Faith, many people obtained extraordinary abilities by chance, including him as a bounty hunter.

The name of the potion was "Assassin"—this was what the employer told him after learning about it.At that time, he only felt that the employer seemed to want to say something to him, but he still didn't speak in the end.

Of course, it's not a bad thing for employers to talk less.Talking less usually means that there are no demands. Altaïr likes such an employer, and it is the same this time.

Go to the West End and kill Baron Syndras—this is the only request of that lord.Baron Syndras is supported by the Conservative Party, but he is inclined to the big bankers in the new party, so it is reasonable to invite assassination.

"Good afternoon, Miss Pride."

Altaïr opened the door of the box and greeted him politely.

Sitting inside the box was a blond lady in an emerald green ruffled dress, a white mask on her face, and a beautiful pearl earring on her left ear.The other party nodded slightly, did not get up, folded his hands on his waist, and performed a simple sitting aristocratic salute.

No matter which time I read it, I feel that Miss "Pride" is really a well-educated noble woman.

Altaïr secretly sighed in his heart.When he was the personal servant of Baron Syndras, he had met many noble ladies, but none of them behaved as standard as the "arrogant" lady.

The other party should be a veteran nobleman who is more particular about this, so Baron Syndras was targeted for assassination.Of course, you can just do things with money.

"I found out about the death of Baron Syndras through my channel. Good job."

Miss Pride gave a slight nod of approval.

"Although the other party's status is prominent, it is not an impossible task."

Altaïr nodded in response.

"Then, according to the agreement, here is your reward—[Assassin] Pathway Sequence 7 potion formula and 2000 pounds in cash."

Miss Pride spoke in a singing voice, pushing a suitcase and a blank sheet of paper towards Altaïr.

"This is higher than the previously agreed price." Altaïr was a little puzzled.

"You did a good job. The Punisher didn't realize at all that this was a murder that barely used supernatural powers and was disguised as an accident. This also saved me a lot of trouble."

Miss Pride smiled, and the corners of the mask on her face turned up slightly.

Miss Pride is still so generous... She doesn't seem to have much to do with "Pride", why did she choose such a nickname...

No, in the face of an assassin, he openly exposed his magical items and financial resources, and still insisted on his noble etiquette even in the chaotic East District. This is because he didn't care what others would think from the bottom of his heart. ?
This is the real arrogance, and it will not make people feel malicious, because the other party will not show any malice towards ants or bugs at all...

Altaïr couldn't help being dazed, but he quickly came back to his senses, took the suitcase, put the note in his pocket and put it away.

The fact that the other party might cheat on the note never seemed to have appeared in his mind, as if it had been erased by something.

"Then, I will take my leave first. Thank you again for your generosity." Altaïr got up and bowed slightly to the other party.

After Altaïr left, something seemed to shatter like glass in front of Miss Pride.Her expression was no longer the formulaic sweet smile, but slightly gloomy and sentimental.

"Aristocratic etiquette... the last time I saw this kind of etiquette, I was still a naive little girl. Now I have begun to go behind the scenes, not for justice, but to use the method of assassination to control the development of the situation... "

Miss Pride, or Audrey Hall, couldn't help but sighed softly.However, she quickly adjusted her mood with the ability of "spectator".

"This Altaïr seems to be a good partner. I also need someone like this to collect information for me in the Eastern District. After all, Backlund is still too mysterious, and I can't be directly in the dream world of the entire Backlund in the middle of the night. Just look at it, this may anger the other demigods... It's a pity that he chose the assassin sequence, so maybe he will have to be called Miss Altaïr in the future?"

Audrey was amused by herself: "However, isn't that pretty good?"

Then, her figure disappeared like a sugar cube falling into the water.

On the other side, Altaïr, who earned an extra thousand pounds, had already walked to the bar downstairs.

"Your deposit, two pounds." The graceful proprietress pushed two one-pound banknotes over.Altaïr put one away and pushed the other back.

"Have a margarita first, and then tell me if there is any new work."

"Didn't that lady just give you a commission? You shouldn't be in such a hurry to spend the money."

Gagaran turned around and took out tequila from the liquor cabinet in the bar and began to mix it, chatting casually with Altaïr.Although it is not open now, Altaïr obviously cannot drink a pound of wine by himself, and Gagaran will not be troubled by money.

"I have other uses for that money." Altaïr pulled out the dagger from his sleeve, and wiped it with the rag placed on the bar until the back of the knife was clearly visible.

"That's what I said, but I don't have that kind of big order for you here." Gagaran shoveled ice cubes in the freezer vigorously, "Recently, a new executioner came from the Zimeng Party in the East District, and someone came out with a second A hundred pounds for her to disappear."

"Those people from the plateau are really like the sardines in Jianhai County. One net is caught and another net is poured in."

Altaïr complained. "Wait, you just said 'her'?"

"Yes, that's a woman."

Gagaran took out a portrait from under the counter and threw it to Altaïr,

"Her name is Venata (named by the incompetent author's note: it means hunter in Latin), and she came with the airship this year. Later, when the army retreated, she was thrown in a small town in the East District because she was injured. The clinic was left to fend for itself. I didn't expect that she would survive and join the gang of the plateau people. Because she was very good at fighting, the gangs around her couldn't hold on to the situation, so they chipped in and came here to hang up with me. entrust."

"What about other information?"

Altaïr studied the woman in the portrait with great interest.The other party also has blond hair, but it's not pure blond like Miss Pride, but light blond with a little brown like wheat, which is a common hair color on the Xingxing Plateau.

Despite being a half-length portrait, she can still be seen to be tall from the head-to-shoulder ratio.She has a little freckles on her face, but not very noticeable.It looked more like a peasant girl or a hunter than a executioner.

"It seems to be a Extraordinary, the way is not clear, about Sequence 9, the strength and speed are amazing, he likes to use darts and throwing belts for throwing stones, and he also has a little poison, but it seems that the toxicity is not strong, it can only make people faint or lose strength .By the way, she will also set traps."

"It doesn't seem impossible to deal with." Altaïr put away the portrait, "If anyone comes to ask, tell them Altaïr has accepted this task."

"Your Margaret,"

Gagaran slammed a glass of tequila and Lithuanian wine in front of Altaïr,
"The next party is tonight, and you've missed it several times, and the guys inside are starting to wonder if you've turned into a snack for wild dogs. Are you going by yourself or am I going to say hello for you? "

"Then I have to thank them for their blessings," Altaïr took a sip from his glass.

"Eight o'clock in the evening, old place, old rules." Gagaran sat down behind the counter, "But before that, I suggest you change your clothes in the afternoon, you still smell of the Tussock River now, it smells like Two bums with pee-filled shoes rolling the sheets."

"That sounds really bad. I'll go back then."

Altaïr frowned.Generally speaking, people are not overly sensitive to their own body odor, especially after an hour of swimming in the heavily polluted Tussoke River.

Thinking of how he went to meet that "arrogant" lady just now, Altaïr felt his face was a little hot.He drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, got up and left the tavern quickly.

(End of this chapter)