Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 72 Preliminary Interview
"Find a girlfriend and settle down...it's true."

Altaïr stood by the side of the road, watching the other party's carriage gradually go away, after a long time he shook his head, sighed and returned home.

Venata was holding the "Apocalypse of the Storm" to read the stories in it to Sophie. Her golden curly hair hung down to her shoulders, shining sweetly like melting honey under the light of the gas lamp, which made people take a look. Just think of beautiful things such as dreams, candy or malt.

"Let me know in advance the next time you want me to play this kind of cover." Altaïr passed by her, "Go to bed quickly after reading this paragraph, we all have to get up early tomorrow, and Sophie also has to go to work in the factory .”

"Didn't you hear what I meant?"

Venata shrugged, "Okay, I'll pay attention next time."

"Good night, Mr. Brewster." Sophie grinned at Altaïr, and drew a symbol of the storm on her chest.

"Good night, little guy, I wish you a sweet dream." Altaïr tapped his chest four times, "Although you are not a believer in the goddess, but He won't mind protecting such a cute little girl."

"It's really glib..." Venata clicked her tongue twice.

"Good night to you too, Miss Venata Sevens." Altaïr didn't wait for her to say anything that would affect his mood, and interrupted the other party's next speech with a good night.

"Cut..." Venata hesitated for a while, just about to say something, only to find that Altaïr had gone back upstairs to sleep with his toiletries.

"Sister Venata, what's next? What happened to Lord St. Spencer?"

Sophie tugged at Lavinata's skirt.

"In 20 years, he died of old age," Venata replied absently. "Okay, the story is over, go to bed quickly..."

Sophie froze for a moment, then burst into tears.

……

The next day, when Altaïr went downstairs to cook early, he found Venata sitting at the dining table with a haggard look, as if she didn't sleep well at night.

"What's the matter, listless?"

Altaïr asked curiously.

"Because Saint Spencer is old and dead." Venata replied without raising her head.

"???"

Altaïr looked puzzled.

"Forget it, let's cook your meal."

Venata yawned big, fell sideways on the sofa and began to doze off.

"baffling……"

Altaïr shrugged and continued to prepare breakfast for the three of them.

When Sophie got up from the bed and sat sleepily at the dining table, Altaïr brought the breakfast just in time.The three of them had a hasty meal, and Mike Joseph arrived as promised.

"Then I'm going out." After confirming that the items on his body were basically intact, Altaïr and Venata said goodbye.Because it is not suitable to use too obvious extraordinary abilities in front of Mike, he did not bring magical items, but just put the revolver in the gun pocket under his arm, and then took his own oak cane with silver-tip inlaid and went out with Joseph. . "Mike invited us to Serenzo's restaurant for dinner tonight, you can prepare it first."

Venata nodded, indicating that she knew, but Sophie seemed to have calmed down from the story she heard yesterday, and said goodbye to Altaïr enthusiastically.

……

"Is that really your neighbor's kid?"

On the public carriage, when Mike asked Altaïr about this question for the third time, Altaïr finally got a little impatient.

"Mike, the last time I answered the same question three times was when I was pointed at by fourteen steam rifles at Severus Yard. Excuse me, can you not remind me of that embarrassing time?"

Altaïr put on a serious face, just now he even seriously considered whether to use "abetting" to make Mike shut up, after all, the other party didn't look like he was blessed by a saint.

"Haha, after all, it feels natural when the three of you stay together." Mike Joseph laughed awkwardly. "Goddess, when I was with that child, I felt that what I saw was not a capable bodyguard and bounty hunter, but a newlywed gentleman who cared about his family. I feel more and more that I want you to be my child Godfather made the right decision."

"What's the name of the child, do you have any ideas?"

Altaïr changed the subject accordingly.

"I have discussed with Dr. Allen and people in the circle for a long time these days, and finally decided that if it is a girl, I will use her mother's name, Tanya Joseph Jr. How about it, although it is very common, but it is better than It sounds good and writes well."

As soon as he talked about his children, Mike became interested and said happily.

"It's so easy..."

Altaïr commented.

"What do you know? Sociologists call this bond." Mike snorted. "Using parents' names is more helpful for children to establish a close relationship with their parents. This is part of early childhood education."

"Surely there is such a relationship." Altaïr shrugged, "Then if it's a boy, it's called Mike Joseph Jr.?"

"No, if it's a boy, I'd like to call him Sherlock."

Mike Joseph's expression became deep.

"I hope this kid will be more successful than me in the future... Sherlock has courage in these areas that I don't have."

Altaïr didn't know what to say for a while.After a long time, he patted Mike on the shoulder.

"This is not like what a journalist should do when he reports on air pollution and the treatment of workers." Altaïr comforted, "I think it takes a lot of courage to report on the serial murders and the crimes of human trafficker Capin. "

"But now that courage has worn off."

Mike smiled wryly twice. "I can't compare to Sherlock now. When I was not married before, even if I really saw something shady, I would dare to rush up and open the skylight. After all, I had no worries at that time, and my own life was not worth it." A few pounds."

"But now that I have Tanya and my child, I can no longer continue to say whatever I want."

Mike shook his head, and then said comfortingly: "But it's okay, after you settle down like me, you will find that this is actually not bad, at least you don't have to walk on the verge of death all the time."

Altaïr opened his mouth, and after a while, he asked a question.

"What kind of person is that Sherlock? I didn't know much before."

Mike lowered his head and thought for a moment, then replied: "A real hero."

"Oh." Altaïr nodded and closed his mouth again.

The two sat in the first public carriage in the morning in silence until the steward responsible for charging called out the name of their destination.

"Buffett Apparel & Textiles Associates"!
(End of this chapter)