Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 96 Venata's Room
In the living room of No. 17 Rose Street, Altaïr was watching Venata making coffee for herself.

"To be honest, I don't recommend you to drink coffee. After all, even if your wound has basically healed, it's not suitable for this kind of stimulating drink."

Altaïr dissuaded him, but seeing that the other party had no intention of listening, he stopped pestering him and made himself a pot of tea.

"Don't you want to sleep too?"

Venata glanced at Altaïr and asked.

"That's right. After all, I didn't do anything about today's plan. I have to think about what to do tomorrow."

Altaïr shook the teapot lightly, causing the tea leaves to swirl up and down.

"Come in and talk, I just have something to ask you."

Venata awkwardly opened the door of her room.Altaïr was stunned for a moment, but still followed.

"Have you talked to that demigod? About Buffett's garment factory."

Venata put the coffee aside and sat down on the floor.

"Hmm. But she seemed to be in a state of affairs and didn't respond to us."

Altaïr nodded, looking around.Since Venata lived in this house, he hadn't been in the second bedroom downstairs.Seeing the layout of the room now, I feel a little surprised.

Everything in the room was almost exactly the same as when Altaïr was still using the room, it seemed that the hunter had left no trace of her during the months she lived here.Even the razor that Altaïr never found was still on the table.

It is not that the bed has not been used all the time, but maybe the user has always been Sophie who came here to study, and all of Venata's belongings are neatly placed on a carpet made of various animal skins. , which was the only added piece of furniture in the room, and Venata was sitting at one end of the large rug.

"sit."

Venata patted the empty carpet space beside her.

"Do you think I overheated the fireplace? You have to stay on the floor if you have a bed."

Altaïr made a joke, and sat beside Venata indifferently.

"What are you going to do tomorrow?"

Seeing Altaïr sitting down, Venata moved slightly away from Altaïr, but actually did not move much.

"What else can I do?" Altaïr shrugged, "After getting up tomorrow morning, I will go out alone to buy the necessary ingredients such as peas and pork, and then try to make pork and black pea rice bowl, please Sophie and Mr. Statham Let's have dinner together."

Venata froze for a moment: "You don't seem to be in a hurry at all."

"Why are you in a hurry?" Altaïr smiled nonchalantly, "You know my cooking skills, even if you haven't done it before, a donburi is obviously not a difficult food to cook. In short, it's not Work that takes a lot of time."

"You know what I'm talking about. There are still things that may be related to demons hidden in the factory outside, and we, as insiders, are here to discuss tomorrow night's donburi."

Venata shook her head irritably, "Well, in fact, we don't even count as insiders, after all, we don't know what's inside."

"So? You want us to rush right in?"

Altaïr sneered.

"With the hint of that demigod, you can even order me to do so."

Venata's expression was gloomy, but she still stubbornly maintained a cold expression.

"I don't want you to do that."

Altaïr shook his head.

"You can do this, and figure out these things earlier, and maybe a lot of people will die less."

Venata insisted.

"It might not work. Anyway, I don't want to do it. I'm going to be a witch, and a witch doesn't do what she doesn't want to do."

Altaïr looked at Venata's face and said seriously, slamming each word with a loud voice.

"...You are different from the Fusac men I have seen, whether they are gangsters or professors, they are very anxious."

Venata was silent for a while, and concluded in this way.

"Oh? What are they like?" Altaïr asked with interest.

"They always like to go straight, thinking about achieving their goals within a day. This is true for academics, group fights, and the same is true for relationships."

Venata looked at the red moon outside the window and said,
"On the first day, they chatted with me about classical music, Roselle's invention, Luermi's philosophy, and his tragic childhood. On the second day, they wanted to take off my skirt."

"So, when I was forcibly drafted into the army because of my Extraordinary status, I wasn't that disappointed."

"If you get in touch with the middle class in Ruen a few times, you will know that here, we pay attention to subtlety, which is a very important quality."

Altaïr took a sip from his teacup.

The room suddenly fell silent, only the firewood in the fireplace was still crackling.The short Xiaoyang Spring has passed, and the real and severe winter is entrenched outside the room. The branches of the zelkova outside the window are like the fingers of an old man who is warning, trembling under the light of the dim red moon.

"This carpet doesn't seem to be bought in the market?"

Altaïr put away his hands that were propped on the floor, and the warm smell of old leather came from his fingertips.

"It's something brought out from the tribe. Every hunter of the Sevens tribe has one. Every time they hit a prey, they take a piece of skin the size of a palm and sew it on the carpet. For birds with lower skins, take off their feathers and decorate them."

Venata leaned against the bed, looking at the red moon in the sky with a pair of beautiful eyes.

"Is there any requirement on the number?"

Altaïr looked at the carpet with a length and width of nearly six Ruen meters (approximately 2 meters) under him, and conservatively estimated that there must be nearly 400 yuan of leather on this carpet.

"After the hunter dies, if his blanket can't completely cover his body, then his soul can't find peace through the wind howling snow field. Even if we later know that there is no so-called peaceful place outside the forest, Only those blood-sucking bureaucrats, but this kind of saying still has a very important place in the hearts of some old-fashioned hunters. It can be said that this carpet is a symbol of the hunter's spiritual destination."

"When I was taken out of the snow field by those people, I sold almost all the trophies, including four tanned wolf heads, two deer heads and two bear heads, amulets carved from their bones, and my The first falcon that died of old age, I stuffed it."

Venata said reminiscently,

"However, only this carpet has been kept by me. No matter where I am, as long as I unfold this carpet, I feel that I have at least a four-square-meter territory."

(End of this chapter)