Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 100 Dinner Party
Putting other things aside, Altaïr began to concentrate on the ingredients in front of him. The rice alone was obviously not enough to deal with so many people, so he made tomato cod soup in the style of the Storm Church's New Year's Eve dinner in his memory. Considering that Sophie and Marisol had just had their blood drawn, he added a large piece of butter and watched it swirl in the pot with the snow-white fish meat.

Then, Altaïr wiped his hands, took off his apron and walked out of the kitchen, preparing to sit in the living room for a while while waiting for the cod soup to be cooked.

The moment he walked out of the kitchen, he smelled a strong smell of smoke, which came from Mr. Britton and Mr. Statham.

Britton smoked silently with a melancholy look on his face. Although Mr. Statham seemed to be a heavy smoker as well, his cigarette box was not as full as Britton's. After finishing the cigarette that Britton gave him at the beginning, he hesitated whether to take out another one.

Altair frowned slightly, but still walked over with Sophie. Seeing his daughter coming over, Mr. Statham quickly put out his cigarette and threw the cigarette he had finally decided to light directly into the ashtray.

"Mr. Statham, I'll leave Sophie to you first."

Altaïr pushed Sophie's shoulder, and the little girl ran excitedly into her father's arms.

"This child has caused you trouble, and I haven't thanked you properly yet."

Mr. Statham spoke to Altaïr with gratitude.

"It doesn't matter. Before Venata found a job, she had nothing to do at home. And Sophie learns very quickly, whether it's writing or cooking."

Altaïr made a few polite remarks, then turned to the distraught Britton.

"Peter, come out with me for a moment. I have something to tell you."

……

"Anyway, that's it. I suggest you check out the Buffett Garment Factory tomorrow."

Altaïr briefly described the scene he saw when he sneaked into the factory that day, as well as Old Lynch and the toad demon.

"The Mandated Punisher should be in charge there. If we intervene, the procedures will be quite complicated."

Britton replied listlessly, "Even if I pass on the report tomorrow, the bishop still has to negotiate with the Mandated Punisher. Moreover, Mr. Buffett donated a knighthood seat some time ago and has a certain status in the New Party. It will be even more difficult to dispatch the demigod directly."

“It’s hard but we have to do it.”

Altaïr sighed and looked at the sky which was about to get dark. The two men, each with their own thoughts, stood in silence in the cold air for a few minutes.

"Let's go back."

Altaïr shook his head and prepared to take out the key to open the door.

“…When did it happen?”

As Altaïr turned around, Britton suddenly asked from behind.

Altaïr froze, and the hand holding the key stopped moving.

"Strictly speaking, it should be the end of last month."

In order to be consistent with what he had said to Michael, Altaïr moved the time forward a bit.

"bless all of you."

Britton's voice was a little dry.

"Thank you."

Altaïr replied dryly. "Is Lorota still the same?"

"Ah."

Britton nodded.

"Although I know that you two are just trying to hide your marriage, I have to say that you two are a perfect match."

Altaïr whispered, "I do not believe there is no love between you two. Why not give it a try?"

Britton sighed. "You know, this is impossible. This kind of feeling is different from the one I desire. After all, one of us likes men and the other likes women."

"You should know this clearly, why do you still make such a suggestion?"

Britton asked.

"Perhaps it's Rune's reticence. Just like you, as a Red Glove, it's unlikely that you don't know what the next sequence of the Instigator is."

Altaïr was silent for a moment, then answered quietly.

"Perhaps you have a point."

Britton opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"The soup is almost ready, let's go back."

Altaïr prepared to open the door.

"No, I won't go in. Since according to your description, the problem there is very serious and needs to be dealt with as soon as possible, it's better for me to report the situation now."

Britton shook his head and left before Altaïr could try to stop him.

Altaïr was stunned, and suddenly felt helpless.

"Why don't you two come in? The pot is already boiling..."

The door suddenly opened, and Venata and Lolota were standing at the door. They were surprised to see that only Altaïr was left outside.

"Is such that……"

Altair glanced into the room, made sure the Stathams couldn't hear him, and briefly recounted what had happened.

"Is that so... Well, there's nothing we can do about it. Let him go back first."

Luo Luota's expression remained unchanged after hearing this. "There's no good way to deal with this. I'll take his share over. It just so happens that I usually work the late shift after dinner."

You are not an insomniac, how could you be used to working overtime? Altair muttered to himself, and followed Venata and the others into the house.

……

"Well, let us pray before we eat."

Altaïr and the others sat down at the table. "Even though we belong to four different sects, please don't be restrained."

"Maybe this is just a coincidence arranged by fate."

Lolota said humorously.

Afterwards, everyone sat at the table and prayed to their respective gods. Afterwards, everyone except Altaïr and Sophie took a glass of red wine or Southwell beer.

"Well, for a good night!"

Altaïr held the juice and toasted with everyone without feeling awkward at all.

After everyone finished their first cup, Altaïr tapped the table lightly with his index finger.

"There is something I want to tell you all."

Artair paused, "After the new year, Vinata and I may leave Backlund for our honeymoon... well, maybe more than a month."

This was an excuse he and Vinata had agreed upon. After all, after he became a witch, he had to say goodbye to his original network of relationships. After both parties confirmed their relationship, using the honeymoon as an excuse to leave was a good excuse.

"So, after we leave, I want Sophie to come to my house and clean it every weekend. I'll pay her one pound every month."

Altaïr said to Mr. Statham, "Jason, you know, Sophie has been doing similar work for a long time. She has a lot of experience in how to pack up my things, so please don't refuse."

She only needed to come to clean four times a month and she would be paid one pound, which was a very generous income for the Statham family. Originally, Venata even wanted to offer three pounds a month, but Altaïr was afraid that Mr. Statham would refuse because the salary was too high, so he changed it to one pound.

"Well, then I'll thank you for your generosity on behalf of Sophie, and wish you a happy honeymoon in advance."

Mr. Statham hesitated, then nodded.

(End of this chapter)