Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 5 "The Witch"

After the Tarot session ended, Leonard stood up from the recliner, walked to the writing desk, and stared at the mirror on the desk for a long time.In the mirror, the young man with black hair and green eyes had a dignified expression with a bit of relief, as if he had just made some important decision.

"Hello, old man."

Leonard said abruptly, "Justice suggested just now to bring in a newcomer and let him try to contact the Witch Sect, and I agreed."

After a while, the old voice in his head sneered.

"What are you telling me about something you decide on your own? Now you are not the Sequence 9 who didn't understand anything when you were just parasitized by me."

"Yeah, what am I talking to you about?" Leonard was silent for a while, then nodded emphatically, "I'm not that Sequence 9 either...Of course I can't be anymore."

Pales snorted softly. "Rather than worrying about this, it's better to concentrate. I feel that you should really touch something related to the gods recently."

God... Mother Tree of Desire... Leonard scratched his hair and asked subconsciously, "Do you have any suggestions?"

"My suggestion," Pallez laughed again, "just let it go."

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In the cheap hotel in the East District, Audrey's body trembled slightly, and her spirit body returned from above the gray fog and returned to her room.As if sensing something, a golden retriever deftly opened the door and entered the house. Audrey hugged it affectionately in her lap.

"Audrey, you seem to be worried about something."

Susie the golden retriever vibrates the air and makes a sound.

"Do you know Susie, I just put forward my plan at the Tarot meeting for the first time, and it got the support of most people." Audrey stroked Susie's golden hair, her eyes slightly blurred.

"Even if it was me a few months ago, I would never have imagined that one day I would lead and implement a plan that even experienced people like Mr. "Hanged Man" and Ms. "Hermit" would oppose. I also know people It's going to change, but I'm wondering if I'm changing so fast that I'm missing something?"

Audrey rested her chin lightly on Susie's head, as if having something to support her would make her feel at ease.

"It will take several months for Dad to reach an agreement with those nobles, and it will take at least half a year for the noble ladies in the circle to decide whether to accept other people's pursuits. And I became able to be present in less than two months. Sticking to my decision in front of the three demigods, I am afraid that one day I will not be like myself..."

Susie whined twice.

"Audrey, I'm just a dog."

Audrey burst out laughing. "Yeah, looking to a dog for comfort does seem kind of silly now."

"No, Audrey." Susie wagged her tail, "I mean, if I hadn't drank the potion, I'm afraid my lifespan would only be more than ten years. For me, if I don't change quickly One point, maybe I won't stay with you now."

"It's actually not a bad thing to become fast, and it's not that scary to change not like yourself. As long as you know what you are becoming, or what you are going to become, isn't it enough?"

Audrey was stunned.

I was actually comforted by a dog... She stretched out her hand and hugged Suzie gently:

"Well. I see."

"Susie, you will always be my best friend."

East District, No. 17 Rose Street.

Altaïr came out of the bathroom, grabbed the towel and wiped his hair.After sniffing carefully to make sure there was no peculiar smell on his body, he sat down on the deck chair on the balcony, took out the thin note from his pocket, suppressed the excitement in his heart, let out a breath, and slowly passed the note Expand.However, just looking at it, his facial muscles twisted uncontrollably.

Sequence 7: Witch

Main materials: the whole blood of the black abyss demon fish, the egg of the agate peacock;

Auxiliary materials: 80ml of pure water, 5 drops of golden mandala juice, 3 scales of shadow lizard, 10 drops of daffodil juice.

Beneath these materials, Miss Pride wrote in a graceful, slightly sloping hand:
A male Extraordinary who takes a witch potion turns into a female.

"...屮!"

Altaïr held back for a long time, but in the end he couldn't hold back his emotions, and threw the note into the distance in resentment.

Before he became a Extraordinary, Altaïr's life was relatively tight, and all the things he did later were dangerous businesses with his head pinned to his waistband, so until now he is still single.

Thinking that if he continued to upgrade the sequence, he would have to become a woman, Altaïr couldn't help but want to slap his former self.There is a saying among the gangsters in the Eastern District that the ideals of gang members are nothing more than killing and killing, but when it comes to Altaïr, only killing and killing are left.

屮.

It took Altaïr a long time to get up, poured himself a glass of cold water, and then gulped it down, his temples were still throbbing at this moment, the joke that fate played with him was so bad that he still has a head on his head. His blood vessels were still swollen and painful.

This is too bad... Altaïr couldn't help but look down at his lower body, and then decisively decided to procrastinate like this first. Anyway, his own sequence in the Eastern District is quite enough, as long as he doesn't provoke things that shouldn't be provoked , with the skills of an "assassin", self-protection is absolutely no problem.

The two thousand pounds will be temporarily used to buy some mystical items to save my life. As long as I act cautiously, I won't encounter unsolvable problems... Maybe?Altaïr thought about it with some guilt, but soon he became firm, and after tearing up the note, he was going to throw it out the window on the second floor.

Even if I, Altaïr, were hammered to death outside and jumped from here today, I would not drink the Rausch Witch potion!Altaïr folded the note fiercely with some annoyance, and then tore it into pieces.

However, at the moment Altaïr tore up the note, a mysterious voice came out from the note, and went straight to the depths of Altaïr's heart.It was a pious female voice, and she was reciting a honorable name in ancient Hermes, a three-stage honorable name with the same format as the righteous god!

"A fool who does not belong to this age;"

"The mysterious ruler above the gray mist;"

"The Yellow and Black King of Good Luck."

The blood vessels on Altaïr's forehead suddenly exploded, and he threw away the note almost instantly relying on his instinctive reaction, and his whole body retreated violently like a spring that was suddenly released, pulling away several times at once. meter distance.By the time he retreated to the end of the room, the note hadn't even landed.When Altaïr stopped at the other end of the second floor, the half-torn note slowly fell to the ground.

What happened to the honorable name just now?Altaïr's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. Even though Altaïr's mystical knowledge reserve was not rich compared to the official Extraordinary, he knew that it was a name that only a god could have, and those who relied on magical items to respond The false gods he prayed to were different. He had only seen a similar description of the three-stage honorific name in the Evernight Goddess Church.

After a long time, the note remained silent.Altaïr approached cautiously, picked up the note, then activated his spiritual vision to check carefully, and confirmed that there was no trace of spirituality left in the note, then picked it up, and threw it into the burning fireplace .

I was really taken aback just now... Altaïr let out a long, silent breath.In the daytime tomorrow, I must go to St. Samuel's Cathedral, or find someone to help me perform an exorcism ceremony at the party tonight... Altaïr thought to himself.

After confirming that there was no follow-up abnormality, Altaïr flipped his wrist lightly, and he flipped a pair of bright daggers out of the sleeves.He held the dagger up to his eyes, carefully inspecting the blade for any damage in the sunlight.

Although these daggers are not magical items, they have been with Altaïr since he became an Assassin.After confirming the condition of the weapons, Altaïr placed them carefully on the table.Then he went into the kitchen and started to prepare dinner for himself.

If Gagran was here, she would probably persuade me to get married or hire a maid to do this kind of thing... Altaïr was thinking wildly while frying pork shoulder.She doesn't seem to be at the age that would urge marriage...Of course, maybe her sequence can keep people young?She's older than she looks?Wouldn't it be impolite to think so?Wait, my thoughts are getting closer to the direction of middle-aged people...

Altaïr shook his head, trying to get rid of redundant thoughts from his mind.

His hands didn't stop when he was thinking wildly, and turned the pork shoulder over before the surface was about to turn yellowish brown, and the smell of meat filled the entire kitchen in an instant.The creamy vegetable soup simmering in the pot beside it was already steaming.Altaïr took a deep breath of the aroma of the food, a sense of satisfaction welled up spontaneously.

Every time I cook, I have the thought of 'Why don't you continue to spend money on the next sequence of potions, and spend a few thousand pounds to buy a manor to live on'... Especially when you know what your next step is. After the first sequence is "The Witch", this feeling is extremely strong.Altaïr felt himself losing motivation now.It wasn't until the white bread, fried pork shoulder, and creamy soup were served that Altaïr stopped sighing.

No matter what, let's have dinner first, and then go to the Extraordinary party for a stroll.Just think about things later.Altaïr let his body relax slowly, straightened the white napkin, and plunged the fork into the meat steak, letting the meat flow out golden oil.

After finishing a day that included assassinating the baron, swimming in the Tussock River for two hours, meeting a high-sequence powerhouse, and knowing that he would become a woman in the future, Artest, a future member of the Tarot Society, Al started his dinner.

(End of this chapter)