Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 33 The Eve
Altaïr was ready to walk home, having prepared for the next day's journey to the Land of Twilight.It's getting late, and the weather will get colder later.

Altaïr turned up the lapel of his coat and walked quickly down the street.He walked very carefully, deliberately avoiding the streets where patrolmen often haunt.After all, the oiled paper bag he was carrying was a high-pressure steam rifle as a controlled product, so it would not be fun to be discovered.So it wasn't until he reached the door of his house that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Isn't this Mr. Altaïr?" A somewhat immature female voice sounded from behind Altaïr, and Altaïr was startled, turned around quickly, only to find that it was Sophie next door.Seeing Altaïr panicked, she giggled.

"Sorry, I didn't expect your reaction to be so big..."

Sophie wiped her eyes and apologized to Altaïr.

To be honest, if everyone who suddenly appeared behind me was as friendly as Sophie, then my reaction would not be so great... Altaïr secretly sighed, and said to Sophie:
"It's all right...you just came back from the textile factory?"

Because Mr. Statham and Sophie believe in the "Lord of Storms", and his teachings are against girls going to school, they just let them receive family education at home, so Sophie entered the textile factory of the Tailor Association early .The boss here used to be a garment maker, which made the workers feel more familiar with him.Moreover, the boss is also trying his best to solve the problems of people's livelihood such as the control of air pollution, which is well received by the workers.

"Yes, two days ago, the boss also said that if our production this month can be higher than last month, he will give us a salary increase."

Sophie's somewhat tired face was filled with a happy smile, and Altaïr couldn't help but sigh a little when he saw it.

"You're still growing up, so even if you have to work, don't work too hard." Altaïr reached out and stroked Sophie's hair. The other person was only [-]% of his height, and he rubbed it quite smoothly.

"It's okay..." Sophie was about to say something, but Altaïr interrupted her. "If you're exhausted from part-time work now, you won't be able to grow taller."

Facts have proved that the threat of "not growing tall" is extremely lethal to children, and Sophie was silent after hearing it.

"Has Mr. Statham not come back yet? Would you like to come and sit at my house?"

Seeing that the lights in the next room were not on, Altaïr took the initiative to invite.

"No, I have to go back and cook for Dad first." Sophie politely shook her head and refused, "You know, women have always done housework for believers in storms, and our family's situation is quite special."

Altaïr opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't think of anything to say, so he closed his mouth again.Most of Mr. Statham's family members died in the bombing during the war, and only he and his youngest daughter Sophie were left to depend on each other.Perhaps because of this, Sophie has a very strong personality. Originally, Mr. Statham hoped that she would stay at home with peace of mind, but after her strong request, Mr. Statham finally agreed to let her go to work in the factory.

Seeing that Sophie was about to enter the house, Altaïr changed his mind, and said loudly in Sophie's direction: "When you are free, you can come to my house and ask Venata to teach you a few lessons."

"really?"

Even though it was far away, Altaïr still felt Sophie's eyes widen suddenly, and ran over excitedly, her face was a little red from the cold wind outside.

"Of course, she has nothing to do at home anyway." Altaïr sold Venata without hesitation.In the past two days, Venata spent most of the time lying on the sofa, and asked her to do some housework, but she ignored it, so Altaïr simply found some work for her. "She's a college graduate, don't worry about that."

"It's amazing!" Sophie's eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars, making Altaïr inexplicably feel a little dazzling.

"Okay, okay, go home and cook for your father, I'll go home today and talk to Venata..."

Altaïr smiled and waved to Sophie, watching her trot back to the room.

"Why did you decide for me again?"

Venata's displeased voice came from behind Altaïr.Altaïr looked back, he seemed to have just taken a shower, standing at the door with wet hair, wearing a cotton pajamas that Altaïr had bought and hadn’t worn a few times since he bought it, and his body was emitting white Altaïr could even faintly smell Donensmann's shampoo emanating from her body.

"Anyway, you have nothing to do at home every day, right?" Altaïr smiled, urging the other party to enter the house quickly. "Don't stand at the door just after taking a shower. You have to help others tomorrow. You have to be sick to be happy, right?"

"You talk too much."

Venata gave Altaïr a blank look, moved away from the hall in disgust, let Altaïr come in, and put the package of oiled paper on the ground.

"This is..." Venata knelt down and touched it with her hand, "The guy you eat?"

"Well, I hope it still works."

Altaïr kicked the package inward with his foot, and hung the clothes on the clothes rack.

"By the way, I stuffed the pendulum you caught in the book two days ago in your pocket."

Venata suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to Altaïr.

"I'm caught in a book? Which book?" Altaïr asked strangely.

"It's the sacred book of the Church of the Fool." Venata waved her hand, "Aren't you a believer in the goddess? Why do you still keep this evil god's sacred book? Remember to stay away from me when you are struck by lightning. , I don't want to be implicated by you."

"Tch, live if you like, sleep on the street if you can't..." Altaïr replied subconsciously, then suddenly realized something was wrong, and quickly asked Venata:

"Where's that book? Where did you put it?"

"Here, it's on your bookshelf."

Venata pointed out her hand, and Altaïr looked along her arm, and the somewhat old scripture written in two languages, Loen and Giant, was casually inserted on the bookshelf.

Altaïr couldn't care less about anything else, he quickly walked over to pick up the scripture, walked up the stairs quickly, and left a word to the confused Venata.

"I suddenly remembered something. You should warm up the leftovers at noon first."

Venata's face seemed to lose its luster in an instant, and she lay back on the sofa again.

Upstairs, Altaïr picked up the tome and studied it carefully.If it was caught in other books, it might be because he couldn't remember clearly, but he was very clear that he had never caught the pendulum in this holy book!
My memory is only as far as I saw the description of angels in the holy scriptures... However, I don't know how to get the last paragraph, so I can't remember it anyway.Altaïr's expression gradually became serious.Although he has not experienced systematic mystic education, there are no shortage of corresponding stories even in folklore.

And the next experiences of the protagonists of these stories are definitely not pleasant!
Distraughtly, Altaïr opened the sacred book, saw the name of the fool on the first page, saw his power description, saw the footprints of his angels in the world, everything proved that this sect was definitely not groundless , but a hidden organization with at least one saint and one angel!

Why do things like this always happen... Altaïr let out a breath, and covered his face with his hands.

After a while, he gritted his teeth, began to pray in a low voice, and began to pray to that mysterious existence!

Altaïr was also very disturbed, after all, this is an unknown mysterious existence, and praying to this kind of existence is a prohibition that Extraordinary people generally abide by.However, Miss Audrey seemed to have bound herself to that camp, and she had seen the mysterious gray mist vaguely once, and it seemed that she could no longer escape.

That being the case, it’s better to be at ease when it comes, and pray to that person a few times occasionally, after all Miss Audrey doesn’t seem to have any problems... Altaïr, with the idea of ​​a bachelor who is not afraid of boiling water, used Guhe In the secret language, he recited that honorable name.

That illusory whisper sounded in his ears again, and the familiar crimson light and gray-white mist completely involved his spiritual body again, and landed in front of an ancient long bronze table.

Before Altaïr could look around, a chuckle sounded in his ear.Although the other party didn't have any malicious intentions, the laughter actually made Altaïr feel a little afraid, which came from the suppression of the life level.Altaïr turned his head quickly, and what appeared in his eyes was a lady whose face was covered by gray mist. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, Altaïr could vaguely see the other person's figure, about 1.5 meters tall, but she was A kind of invisible majesty.

"I thought who was praying at this time... It seems that you are the newcomer mentioned by 'Justice'. I have to say that you accepted this organization faster than I thought."

"Normally, these words should be asked by Mister 'Fool', or Miss 'Justice' who recruited you to join... But, this time and that time." The lady clapped her hands, and the twelve tarot cards Emerging out of thin air, appeared in front of the astonished Altaïr.

"Our organization is called 'Tarot Club', and we will meet here every Monday afternoon in this form. Of course, you can also participate, but after picking your code name. Currently, there are only twelve The codename is still free."

"By the way, you can call me Ms. Judgment."

This lady gives off a sense of majesty... a demigod of the "Arbitrator" path? Altaïr swallowed hard, suppressing his fear forcibly, and focused his attention on the choice in front of him.

"I don't care about this kind of code name... just leave it to fate."

Altaïr casually picked up the twelve tarot cards in the air, making them rotate around him quickly, and finally, a tarot card slowly stopped in front of him.It was a beautiful woman wearing a crown, holding a golden scepter in her hand, giving people a sense of sacredness and temptation.

Tarot card, "Queen"!
(End of this chapter)