Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 97 What I Want to Do
"Is that why you've been living on this blanket?"

Altaïr picked up a thick book on the blanket and flipped through it casually.

"No, it was just for the convenience of being able to pack up and escape at any time."

Venata glanced at the book in Altaïr's hand, "That's Helmerthuin's writing on dualism, I don't think you can understand it."

"escape?"

Altaïr was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and did not continue to ask.

"Don't ask why?"

Venata tilted her head slightly, her hair smelled of pine wood.

"Do you still want to escape now?"

Altaïr didn't answer, just smiled.

"That's hard to say, maybe I will run away one day."

Venata's voice was very soft, like moonlight obscured by clouds.

"Then save the answer and tell me together when you can be sure."

Altaïr picked up his teacup and took a sip, "Tsk, it's a bit cold."

"... How many weeks are left?" Venata was silent for a while, pretending to be casual.

"What weeks left?"

Altaïr also asked casually.

"Your potion, how many weeks are there before you can completely drink it?"

"Less than four weeks." Altaïr recalled a little.

"Is there anything else you want to do? Before you become a witch."

"Let me think..." Altaïr lowered his head and pondered,
"If all goes well, I may still be able to attend Mike's child's full moon banquet as a man... However, even if I don't catch up, I can temporarily change back to my original form. It won't take long to say goodbye to Sophie and the others. It will be too late to talk about it after you have finished the course during this period. So, except for some property transfer work that I have to do myself, I am afraid I have nothing to do."

Altaïr thought carefully and replied.

"What's the matter? Is there anything else you want to do before you leave here?"

Venata was silent again, her lips were slightly pale, she didn't look like she was discussing the tenants with family problems, but more like a knight who was about to rush towards the line of defense formed by high-pressure steam rifles.Just when Altaïr was about to be unable to bear the oppressive silence, Venata nodded slightly.

"……Have."

"Oh? What else do you want to do..."

Altaïr was about to answer when he suddenly felt his right hand being gently grasped.That hand seemed to be a small creature looking for warmth, it got into Altaïr's clothes pocket, and tightly held Altaïr's somewhat rough hand inside.

Afterwards, he felt that his question was blocked by some soft, condensed fiery emotion, and the slightly trembling question mark at the end of the sentence was clamped by the soft emotion like a steel bar forged in a raging fire, and then It was folded into a layer upon layer of whirlpools, and a liquid with a strange taste flowed slowly and firmly towards the whirlpool along the connection between the two, sending out a long echo like dripping water piercing a stone.

At the same time, as if to prove that the connection existed, the hand in the pocket squeezed Altaïr even harder.The slender and smooth fingers have the strength in their bones.

Altaïr remembered the hand.In the more than 20 years since this hand appeared, as a hunter's hand, it has touched all kinds of things, picked up and grasped all kinds of things, all kinds of things, and poured into the hand Strength also increases over time.

Altaïr shook it back in silence, as if holding the annual rings of a gorgeous tree that had grown for more than 20 years.Then, those years seemed to melt in Altaïr's hands, mouth, and heart, blending into one and swirling.All the scenery, all the words, and all the meanings accumulated over the years gathered together to form a giant pillar in his heart, revolving around the center like a pulley.

After a long time, the two separated, and a long panting echoed in the room.

"why?"

The two took a breath, and Altaïr asked hesitantly.

"When I want to understand the answer to the last question, I will tell you together."

Venata looked into Altaïr's eyes,

"But there is a question, and you must give me the answer now."

"Do you want to continue?"

Something like a firework exploded in Altaïr's mind, giving him the illusion that Venata in front of him might turn into a firework at any time, with the long and The trembling sound rose to the sky and disappeared from his side.

The spirituality of the witch borrowed through the ceremony has already boiled at this time, like a pot of potion made of peppermint and moonstone, strangely shaped sharp bubbles floated up in irregular tracks, and then burst on the surface, sending out Conditioner smells like freshly cut turf, freshly felled pine and mint.

Altaïr hesitated for a moment.

Then, the pile of books on the carpet that recorded the brilliant thoughts of famous anthropologists such as Luermi and Hilarion were knocked down by the glory of human emotion, and the faint complaints of their owners were drowned out when their hard spines hit the floor In the loud bang when it was up.Dualism and holistic theory are also eclipsed in the face of this turbulent emotion.

A weak wind blew through the window lattice, and a corner of the carved window was blown open, revealing the dead tree that was gestating new life outside the window.The roots of the dead tree tentatively separated the soil, making the sound of growing like eggshells.The sound of growth is very small, at most it seems that someone is sighing softly when watching the distant twilight in early winter in front of an open window.

The soil greedily wrapped the plant that poked in, and the plant was encouraged to grow roots quickly, making every gravel it touched tremble slightly.

Altaïr felt as if he had jumped from a Feysac airship, and he had a wonderful time before the resinous Doningsman parachute shook behind him.His body was losing control, and he was floating and falling downwards. The process was infinitely elongated, as if there was no bottom below.

Then he felt what he had touched.It seems that the meteor that fell straight into the submarine volcano, not only did not become cold because of the fall, but was scorched by the magma even hotter.The meteor fell into the shield volcano with a slender tail, triggering a larger eruption, and they felt that their existence was melted by the magma in this eruption, and mixed into a certain material regardless of each other.

They got to know each other.

He knew her and himself because in fact he didn't know himself in the past.

She knew him and herself because, though she had always known herself, she had never been able to see herself as such.

"Venata," Altaïr whispered in Venata's ear after a long time, the voice was neither high nor low, "open your eyes."

Venata opened her eyes, and time flowed in the world again.

"The moon is out," said Altaïr.

　Brothers, I think this chapter is worth five dollars, what do you think?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)