Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 63 Sophie's Lessons

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when Altaïr came back from above the gray fog.The effect of the sleep spell has passed, but Venata still hasn't woken up. It seems that the battle in the Twilight Land has brought her a lot of burden.

After all, Altaïr mainly used the abilities bestowed by the Holy Symbol in the Land of Twilight, while Venata used her own abilities at a high frequency, causing her own spirituality to be consumed quite a lot, and her current fatigue symptoms also more serious.

What's more, Backlund's winter is really suitable for sleeping late...

Altaïr couldn't help yawning, seeing Venata sleeping so soundly, made him want to take a nap too.Anyway, as an assassin, although he usually maintains a regular schedule, once something happens, his schedule will become chaotic.

However, at this moment, the scene shrouded in gray fog appeared in Altaïr's mind again, and Mister "Star"'s harmonica arrived.

Altaïr had no choice but to hold the "sacrifice-gift" ceremony while Venata was still asleep, and got the strangely shaped harmonica.

Rather than a harmonica, it is more appropriate to say that it is a mouthstring.It does not have a complicated mechanical structure, just scrape the bamboo slices thin with a knife, and hollow out reed tongues of different widths in the middle, which seems to be a rough instrument that changes the pitch by plucking the side piece while playing.

Altaïr just played with it for a while, then put it on the desk casually.He planned to try it in his equipment room when he went out during the day tomorrow.

After finishing all this, Altaïr lay back on the easy chair, covered his coat with his coat, slightly poked the charcoal in the fireplace to make it burn more vigorously, and prepared to catch up on sleep.

"Tuk tuk tuk", there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

It seems that he can't sleep anymore... Altaïr reluctantly lifted his coat, climbed up from the easy chair that was already warmed by body temperature, walked to the door and looked outside through the cat's eyes, but was surprised to find that the outside No one was there.

"Playing pranks? Who is so boring?" Altaïr was a little annoyed, and pushed open the door, only to hear an exclamation, followed by the sound of things falling apart.

Altaïr quickly looked down, and found that Sophie was grinning and rubbing the place where she just fell, seeing Altaïr coming out, Sophie greeted him with a grin.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Altaïr... Someone came to inspect the pollution control situation of the factory today. In order to prevent the total amount of inspection from exceeding the standard, we got off work early, so we came here directly."

earlier?Altaïr glanced at the sky outside.The sun, which is rare in Backlund, is still hanging feebly in the sky at this time, but according to the usual practice, it will be sunset in an hour or so at most.No matter how fast it gets dark in winter, the workers who change shifts at noon can't be considered early off work at this time.

"Because the above stipulates the minimum wage per hour, but the boss said that we need to clean another set of machines for him in the afternoon. During this period, no garments were produced for him, so he did not pay this period of wages."

Sophie explained in a casual tone, as if she was completely used to this pattern.

Not only using child labor, but also deducting wages, and even deducting half of them... Altaïr took a deep breath.It reminded him of a joke that was popular on the East Side.

A factory owner was accused of substantially underpaying workers' wages. In court, the judge asked him why he had to deduct the wages. The factory owner replied: They only work twelve hours a day, why should I pay a day's wages?

"Actually, the funniest part of this joke is that no factory owner will ever be sued for underpayment!"

Said the man who told Altaïr the joke, and then laughed to himself.After about half a year, he was crushed by a machine in the factory and his arm was crushed, and Altaïr never saw him again.

Gathering his mind, Altaïr took a step forward, helped Sophie up, and let her into the warm room.

"Wait a minute, Venata is still sleeping..." Altaïr smiled apologetically, led Sophie into the dining room, walked into the kitchen and took out dessert and milk from the cupboard.

"Eat something to warm up first, and I will teach you how to read and count after she wakes up. Although I can teach you, but I have some things to do now."

"Thank you, Mr. Brewster, you are such a kind gentleman..."

Sophie nodded gratefully, picked up a small piece of butter bread and ate it in small bites.She eats slowly and carefully, which is quite common among people who are constantly hungry, so that they can get more satiety with less food.

"Mr. Statham hasn't come back yet? I remember that 'Storm Lord' doesn't encourage women to go to school, right? If you come to study with me, he won't object, right?"

Altaïr randomly picked a piece of candied fruit from the plate and threw it into his mouth, chatting with Sophie endlessly.

"Of course I won't object." Sophie retorted anxiously, but because she almost choked on her sudden words, Altaïr quickly patted the little girl on the back.

"Dad is very open-minded, but the Church of the Storm doesn't have a special school, only a choir that teaches hymns and "Apocalypse of the Storm". We don't have money, so we can't go to public schools..."

Sophie took a moment to explain to Altaïr.

"The priest in the choir seems very kind and treats me very well. Every time I go to church, he will look at me with a smile...but Dad doesn't seem to like him doing this. Since I told Dad, Dad doesn't like it. Let me go to church and pray. He sold his watch to an uncle and bought from him a storm symbol of the Lord, and I pray to it every day."

Sophie said innocently.

"To be honest, I still feel a little pity... Dad likes that watch quite a bit, and he doesn't usually wear it. Of course, I'm not saying that the holy emblem of the Lord is not worth it..."

Sophie was still chattering non-stop, but found that Altaïr had frowned at some point.

"Mr. Altaïr, what's the matter with you?"

Sophie asked with some concern, "Is there anything unhappy?"

"It's nothing, I just thought of something else." Altaïr stretched out his hand and rubbed the unruly strand of hair on Sophie's forehead, "You just need to know that your father is doing it for your own good."

"Oh..." Sophie nodded half-understanding.

"By the way, what's the name of the choir priest you mentioned, and which church does he serve in?"

Altaïr withdrew his hand and asked Sophie with a smile.

"Such a kind priest, I also want to find a chance to visit."

(End of this chapter)