Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 25 Altaïr's Thoughts

Altaïr leaned against the back of the sofa downstairs, and he put the revolver in the drawer of the coffee table.Although the spirituality emanating from the upstairs room was violent, Altaïr could feel that Venata was effectively restraining this spirituality, and promotion was not a problem.

This guy, Venata, has been promoted really fast, and it looks like he is a mid-sequence Extraordinary.Originally at Sequence 8, it was already beyond my ability to fight head-on. Now that I have been promoted to Sequence 7, what I say in the future may become less and less convincing to her.

Altaïr sighed and rubbed his swollen temples.

Just when Altaïr was racking his brains about how to get along with Venata in the future, someone rang the doorbell suddenly.

Who will come to me at this time?Altaïr was a little puzzled.It got dark very early in Backlund, even though it's not even seven o'clock, the sky is already completely dark.

Altaïr finally went to open the door, though he was a bit worried that there might be trouble.Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man in plain clothes, with mud stains on the cotton cuffs.Altaïr remembered this man, he was Mr. Statham next door, Sophie's father.

"It's so late, what can you do?"

Altaïr asked politely,
"Do you want to come into the living room and talk?"

"No," Mr. Statham shook his head. "Don't bother me. I'm here today to return the two pounds you gave Sophie."

"Didn't I just give it to Sophie after I said that?" Altaïr frowned puzzled, "I think she deserves it."

"No, it's not a job worth two pounds. What's more, during your absence, the food Sophie brought back has helped us a lot. My family members like those sweets very much. Although they have been Not fresh, but still tasty enough."

Mr. Statham stated frankly,

"To be honest, this money is very tempting to my family. However, the Lord of Storms taught us not to accept more than the value of our own work. Therefore, I only let her keep the eleven pence small change."

Mr. Statham said with a serious expression.

"...I see. You are a noble gentleman, may the goddess bless you and your family. When Sophie is free, she is welcome to come to my house to play."

Altaïr breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and accepted the two one-pound notes.Since the other party insisted, he couldn't say anything more, so he had to watch Mr. Statham leave his home, and then the sound of children's laughter and the sound of greeting his family for dinner could be faintly heard from the next house, and only himself was in Altaïr's field of vision. No one else.

Altaïr was startled, and sat down on the steps of the door, looked up at the looming crimson moon in the sky, feeling a little absent-minded for a while.He just sat there quietly until Venata walked behind him at some point.

"what are you doing?"

Venata stood at the door, her tall figure blocked the draft from the door, which made Altaïr feel a bit of warmth on his back.It seemed that because she had just been promoted to an arsonist, her face was a little flushed, and she exhaled white mist when she spoke.

"I was promoted successfully. Do you have any wine here? Heland or Lang Qi are fine. I want to celebrate."

Speaking of this, Venata licked her lips intoxicated, as if recalling the aroma of spirits.

Altaïr looked back at Venata for a while, and suddenly laughed, which made Venata bewildered.

"What's the matter with you, are you stupid?" Venata reached out to touch Altaïr's forehead, trying to see if he had a fever. "It's disgusting to laugh at people like that."

"I'm sorry...Ah Choo!"

Altaïr came back to his senses, but at this moment a gust of cool wind was blowing, and before he had time to take the cold medicine he bought, he sneezed again.

"I don't usually drink, but I remember that there should be wine in the cupboard that I forgot to bring when my friends came over during the New Year. No one has touched it... I will go back and look for it."

Altaïr stood up, surrounded Venata and went back into the house.

"You don't smoke or drink..."

Venata said in disbelief, "You don't smoke, you don't drink, and you don't go to places like the Golden Rose. It's really hard to imagine how you usually live in Backlund. You don't have a problem down here, do you?"

"You are the only one who has problems below, and your whole family has problems below."

Altaïr gave Venata a white look, "Obviously I have more meaningful things to do than smoking, drinking and fooling around in brothels."

"Hey, I'm the only one left in my family now anyway."

Venata said indifferently, "What is the more meaningful thing you are talking about, assassinating nobles? Or seducing the underage girl next door?"

"Be careful what you say, Sophie is an innocent and innocent girl."

Altaïr took out a dusty wooden box from the cabinet, and there was a small shaking sound inside.

"I still have a lot of things to do, such as paying attention to the stock market, doing housework, and occasionally volunteering at Dame Tripsy's foundation. This was given to me by a volunteer friend at the time."

"Are you still trading in stocks?" Venata raised her eyebrows, "That requires a certain degree of professional knowledge."

"Yes, because I don't have the relevant knowledge, so I am very cautious when trading. Fortunately, my Sequence 8 is an 'instigator', and I have an excellent talent in persuading others, and this is also a way to acquire other people's hands. The necessary ability to hold shares in the company.”

Altaïr opened the wooden box and took out the wine bottle inside.

"After all, for a company like Backlund Bicycle Company, which is generally believed to have a bright future, the dividends of its stocks generally fluctuate around 6% to 8%. So far, the stock price of one share has risen to around 5 pounds. That's a lot of premium."

"By the way, I have about 1000 shares, which I bought shortly after I became Extraordinary. At that time, the stock price was still 8 soli per share."

Altaïr said with some complacency.

"The dividends of these stocks are used to pay the installment of this house, and there is still a certain balance. In fact, one year's dividends are enough to buy this house in full, but I don't like to spend too much money at once. The feeling of pounding, it is easy for me to develop the habit of being extravagant."

"In other words, you can get nearly 400 pounds in dividends every six months?" Venata asked enviously.

"That's right." Altaïr nodded, "After all, I usually save money, and I don't have much money to spend, and being an assassin is a very lucrative job."

"But as a gangster, you should make a lot of money, right?"

Altaïr asked strangely, "Where did you spend all your time?"

Venata's face turned red all of a sudden, but fortunately her original skin color was wheat-colored, so her blush was not too obvious.

"I prefer horse racing. I often gamble on horses in underground racecourses. I spend a lot of money on horse racing and drinking..."

Venata muttered softly.

"Fortunately, you are still a college student, and you always do these messy things all day long." Altaïr shook his head helplessly, and poured wine into Venata's glass. "I didn't notice it before, but this wine is the special red wine of Baifeng Manor... I was a bit reluctant at first, but since you have been promoted today, I will take it out for you to drink."

"You don't want to drink, why don't you give up... But thank you!"

Venata took the wine glass, shook it lightly, and drank it generously.

"It tastes good, but the alcohol content is a bit low." Venata licked her lips eagerly, "Another cup?"

"Eat and drink, don't talk so grandly."

Altaïr complained, "This is a good wine that costs more than three pounds a bottle, don't drink it like a threepence South Wales beer."

"So, what ability did you gain after being promoted?"

Altaïr poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and frowned.

"I really don't know what's so good about this thing..."

Venata broke her fingers and counted carefully:

"Manipulating flames, running on fire, proficient in weapons, strengthening your physique...that's about it. In short, if you don't use other magical items, you can beat you five times."

"How dare you say it..." Altaïr was a little annoyed, "It seems that your ability to provoke has also increased."

"Of course. I really hope that you will be promoted to a witch earlier, and let me see what kind of abilities you can get in exchange for being a man."

Venata replied jokingly.

Altaïr was silent for a while, then picked up the wine bottle expressionlessly, screwed on the cap, then put the wine bottle back into the box, found a seal in the closet and pasted the box up.

This guy, he became even more irritating after he was promoted to Sequence 7... Although I know that this is a manifestation of his inability to control his spirituality after he was promoted, and everything he said seemed to be provocative, but he is still very angry... Just like Gagran's Like a charm, he clearly knew that it was an extraordinary ability, but he still couldn't help himself to imagine those erotic scenes between the two of them.

In fact, the hunter path is not that good, maybe one day you will be beaten to death because you talk too angry?Altaïr thought somewhat comfortingly.

Thus, the night when Venata was promoted to arsonist passed in the sound of bickering between Venata and Altaïr.

(PS: I’m super tired, it’s even more tiring~ After class, I’ve coded this chapter for an hour and a half. Now my fingers are going to cramp. I’ll update Chapter 11 at 30:2 p.m., and remind everyone that there are no updates on Saturdays and Sundays. If recommended over 20, there will be a chapter update)
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