Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 201 Christian Name and Godfather (Happy New Year's Eve!)
The next day, Adele woke up as usual, and Sophie was sleeping soundly next to her, with her little face buried in Adele's chest, as if talking about something.

Adele laughed dumbfounded, got off the bed lightly, quickly washed up, sat down at the table, took out the stationery and started writing.She mulled over the words, as if thinking about what words would convey the suppressed sadness she needed.

"Dear Mr. Mike Joseph:"

"Forgive my presumptuous letter. I have read your eulogy in the newspapers and express my deepest sympathy for your plight."

"I am a cousin of Mr. Altaïr Brewster, and I did a similar job with him. I was with him to the last moment of his life and heard his last words about you and little Tanya After a period of consideration, I think I should tell you this."

"He said, whether it is you or every friend who has been with him in life, there is no need to feel sad for his death, because for believers in the night, this is a great salvation; if you really If you take him as a friend and regard his death as a sad thing, then please maintain your integrity, it is a great condolence."

"As for little Tanya, he regretted not being able to attend her baptism in person, and not being able to fulfill the duties of a godfather; however, he also prepared two gifts for her. One is the house on Rose Street , he said that your room might be a little cramped if another little angel lives in it."

"And the second gift was her Christian name. Since you wanted Altaïr to be her godfather, it was a fitting bequest. His middle name for little Tanea was 'Ishtar ', derived from Giant language, meaning 'righteousness' and 'justice', the same as the middle name of a great nun."

"The following words are my little advice to you as Altaïr's cousin. Although you have expressed deep condolences in your eulogy, however, I believe that whether it is Mr. Sherlock Moriarty whom I do not know Or the Mr. Altaïr Brewster I know, none of their sacrifices were to make this world one more lucky person—"

Adele took a deep breath, and the tip of the round belly pen in her hand trembled slightly.

"After all, even after the great smog in Backlund, there were tens of millions of people who survived because of luck, but too many honest people fell, and there were too few left."

"Perhaps he is as unlucky as Sherlock, and even less honest than the legendary detective—but I believe that if your daughter can maintain a high sense of morality and justice, they will be very happy .”

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"Finally, good health to you and your family, Adele Searcy."

Afterwards, she threw the red round-bellied pen into the pen holder, picked up the letter paper full of Loen's words, and examined it carefully.

"Writing to Mike?"

Venata silently appeared behind Adele, putting her arms on her shoulders.

"Well. I gave Mike the house on Rose Street. The spacious room is good for children's growth."

Adele was not surprised, and lifted the letter paper up by the way, so that the other party could see it more clearly.

"Little Tanea will like it. There is also a small garden there." Venata nodded, "And the secret passage to the sewer that you used to sell stolen goods."

"Hopefully they'll do something else with it." Adele sighed. "Do you still have stamps?"

"Yes, I hope that George III can be used here as well."

Venata took out two old postage stamps in her pocket, showing George III's serious face with a mustache, licked her fingers expertly, and wiped the back of the stamps.

George III's stamps have been issued for several years, but the response to use has not been very good-because some people can't figure out which side to spit on, and some people can't figure out which side to lick.

(Although readers who read secretive books should know this point of knowledge, I will give a simple science here: the previous stamps were made of adhesive paper, which can be pasted with water, and it is very easy to lick or spit. common practice)

Afterwards, the two sealed the letter, and of course they did not forget to attach the title deed of the small building on Rose Flower Street.

No one mentioned who the house was originally intended to be.

At this time, Sophie woke up leisurely, and saw Adele and the two were about to go out, she turned over and sat up in a daze, and looked over with sleepy eyes.

"Good morning," Adele said to Sophie while fastening the buckles of her calfskin boots, "Vinata and I are out to do some business, and breakfast will be delivered to the room in a while, and then you can find Wendy..."

Halfway through the speech, Adele suddenly remembered that Wendy was rushing to finish the draft, and quickly changed her words: "Forget it, you should go to Annie, her room is next door. It may not be peaceful during this time, we are not by your side You'll stay with Annie when you're here."

"If you find that the food at her door is still untouched by noon, tell Annie to open the door of her room."

Having already walked to the door, Venata, who found that Wendy's door hadn't been touched last night's dinner, turned around and said, "Don't let her starve to death inside."

Sophie nodded blankly, as if she was still asleep.

Seeing her like this, Adele stopped telling her, but pushed Venata, and the two left the room.

However, just after Adele stepped away, Sophie's eyes turned red strangely.

"The guy who got in the way finally left..."

The little girl spat out a series of obscure demonic words, and the blood in her eyes gradually became thicker.

Sophie was horrified to find that she couldn't control her body at all. Although she was still conscious, her body moved by itself.And what took over her body seemed to be another will that made her feel familiar and strange.

"Who are you and why are you in my body?"

Sophie asked the other consciousness in her head in fear.However, unexpectedly, the other party was not as violent as she showed, but communicated with her very kindly: "The reason why I am here, you should be the most clear."

"The angels in [Abyss] are not so easy to clean up...not to mention that the priest has spread his blood and characteristics all over the Eastern District, even if there is only a drop of mythical creature blood that has been diluted countless times, it is extraordinary in the way of injecting demons It is enough for 'I' to wake up in the victim's body."

"I'll explain the extra things to you later..." There was a hint of longing in that voice suddenly, "I'll return my body to you later, let me solve the small problems around you first."

(End of this chapter)