Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 64 Night Watch
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After learning about the suspected pedophile junior priest of the Church of Storms, Altaïr looked at the wall clock on the wall, and before he knew it, it was already four o'clock.

Altaïr thought about it, and decided to wake up Venata, and let her finish teaching today's lesson as early as possible.Even though Sophie's house was right next to hers, there was a risk of going home too late, since this was the East End after all.What's more, I am a single man after all, and it seems unreasonable to leave a little girl in my home until very late, and Mr. Statham seems to be sensitive to similar things.

But that's a good thing.Altaïr pushed the sleeping Venata, who woke up in a daze, seeing the expectant looking little girl beside her in a daze.

"Sophie is here to study with you. Sophie, this is Miss Venata Sevens, you can just call her Venata... It's weird to call Sevens."

Venata gave Altaïr a blank look, but did not refuse.After all, being stared at by Sophie's big eyes, even though Venata was very dissatisfied with Altaïr for waking her up, she couldn't say a word of rejection.

"You two get along well. I'm going out for a while. I have something to deal with."

Altaïr began to put on his coat as he spoke.

"Come back early to cook."

Venata ordered without raising her head.

"You can't do it yourself... Forget it, you'd better wait for me to come back and do it."

Altaïr was about to choke subconsciously, when he suddenly remembered the other party's strange talent in cooking.Quickly changed his mind.

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A few minutes later, Altaïr walked briskly on the streets of Backlund.He didn't bring a bloodeviscer, because he wasn't planning to cause trouble this time.Although the priest's behavior was contemptible, he didn't intend to act casually based on Sophie's words.Besides, he still doesn't know if the other party is a Extraordinary, so attacking a priest in Backlund is considered a very dangerous thing.

In fact, the safest way is to change identities and sneak into the choir, but the other party seems not to choose a guy like himself who has passed the expiration date in his eyes... Altaïr laughed at himself.

Moreover, before Miss Audrey's affairs were finished, he didn't intend to cause any more trouble.On the premise of not violating moral standards, there are not many opportunities to play an assassin well, but there are definitely not many opportunities in the Eastern District.

Of course, the best result is that the priest is fine, it's just little Sophie's nervousness.In this way, no one will have to die, and no one will be hanged to the bell tower of the Church of the Storm... The only pain may be Mr. Statham, who lost a watch...

While thinking wildly, Altaïr walked towards the Bar of the Brave.When he woke up at noon today, Ian's letter boy came to inform him to go to the Brave Bar to get the information he wanted at night.

The winter in Backlund is wet and cold. Due to the increase in the amount of charcoal used by various households, the air quality has also become much worse. For people with any chronic diseases, the outdoor climate in Backlund in winter is not inferior. in a kind of torture.

Likewise, no healthy gentleman would like to be in a dark alley behind a bar in this weather, especially at night.Unless, what they are going to do is some unscrupulous evil deeds.

If this were the case, Altaïr's keen five senses allowed him to detect things of a rather nasty nature.

He stopped in the shadow of the low wall behind the bar and listened.He has his own scale for immorality, one end of which is less egregious things (like adultery, which is the joint result of two people willing to take this risk) and what he hears now is the other end of the scale things.

He heard the voices of five men who seemed to be surrounding two wretches, some who were doing things with their boots that no innocent bootmaker could have dreamed of.In the middle are the painful gasps of a man and a woman and the sharp pleadings of women.

Through the accent, Altaïr judged that two of them were gentlemen with a certain social status, and the other three were probably bodyguards.

Now he saw the light of the lantern, and in a clearing under the shadow of a towering building, he could make out two well-dressed people, and there were two figures on the floor, one of which was firmly controlled by three bodyguards.

"What do you call it?" one of them straddled the woman and slapped her in the face so hard that she let out a high-pitched cry, while the other laughed out loud while swigging from a gin bottle.

What did I say? ——Becklund never lacks opportunities to act.

Altaïr felt that he was not a man of justice, but he still adhered to his own moral code with some stubbornness.He was supposed to blend in with the crowd around him every moment, but he moved anyway.

Altaïr no longer hesitated, stepping out of the shadows.The three bodyguards became tense, and one of the bodyguards stepped forward and warned Altaïr:
"Fuck off, man, it's nothing to look at."

The other two turned around too, putting their hands in their coat pockets and putting their hands behind their backs.

"I'm afraid not, gentlemen." Altaïr shook his head regretfully, "I think the nature of the incident here is quite bad, so I would like to ask you to stop this irrational behavior now, and apologize to this gentleman and lady Apologize."

Altaïr spread his hands and continued to walk towards the five people.

The two perpetrators had stopped their brutal game, they left the woman's bloody body lying on the ground and stood aside.The woman relaxed, uttering a moan of pain and relief, and turned on her side.The other gentleman next to him seemed to be the last brave man, but he seemed to have underestimated the opponent's force.

One of the rich men snickered and handed the bottle to another rich man, who leaned against the wall and drank greedily, as if watching a good show.

"I'll say it again, get out of here, boy." The first bodyguard tilted his jaw and said again.His hands were folded across his chest, and Altaïr was unable to identify what weapon the opponent was holding.

Altaïr stared at the Mr. Bodyguard wearing a bowler hat. He was a big guy, a circle bigger than Altaïr, and the other two were about the same.

"As long as I guarantee that these two poor people will not be hurt again, I will leave naturally."

"Well then..."

"And I want those two people who did such atrocities to them to learn enough."

Altaïr said this with ease as if he had just brushed leaves off his clothes.

(End of this chapter)