Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 120 Leave Notice
21号、24号、28号三天都有考试，所以20号、23号、27号没有更新，这几天我打算想办法看看能不能把之前被封的第二十七章想办法放出来。可能顺便做个出场过的神奇物品整理什么的。

Chapter 27: Nightwatchers (Part 1)

After leaving the Brave Bar, Altaïr glanced at his silver pocket watch and found that it was still early.

"Let's go to St. Samuel's Church now... and say a prayer. I hope that what happened that day won't affect me in any way."

Altaïr snapped the lid of his pocket watch shut and walked away from the street where the bar was located. Because no one cleaned it up, the streets were littered with vomit from drunkards, but fortunately the weather was cool, so the smell didn't spread far. Even so, Altaïr definitely didn't want to step on it, so he used his extraordinary abilities as an Assassin to swiftly cross the street.

As the headquarters of the Backlund Diocese of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, the St. Samuel Cathedral, located in the center of Backlund City, has a magnificent appearance and stands in a three-legged tripod with the Holy Wind Cathedral and the St. Hillran Cathedral.

The teachings of the Goddess do not like luxury, but unlike the Church of Mother Earth, which pursues simplicity, the decoration of St. Samuel's Cathedral still has a unique sense of elegance.

The huge church is decorated with various pointed arches, ribbed vaults and flying buttresses. The design uses pointed ribbed vaults, flying buttresses and slender beams to create a light and slender sense of flying. The new frame structure increases the strength of the top support, giving the entire building straight lines, a majestic appearance and a wide space inside the church. It is often combined with long windows inlaid with stained glass, creating a strong religious atmosphere in the church.

Altaïr walked through the church's main entrance.

It was almost ten in the morning, and not many people were praying. As the god in charge of the night, the best time to pray to the goddess was after dark, between seven and nine in the evening.

Therefore, the closing time of the Night Church is the latest among all churches, and many Night believers will come here to pray after finishing their night shift.

However, this had nothing to do with Altaïr, as he came to find a Nighthawk who worked here.

Although Altaïr was secretly working as an assassin, he never took on assassin jobs with his original identity. Therefore, his resume was very clean. He was a freelancer who could move freely as long as he reported to the Church of Evernight regularly, without having to worry about being tracked down by other churches.

In addition, since his main job is a private detective and bodyguard, and he occasionally works as a bounty hunter, he also has his own intelligence network, which makes it convenient for him to do things that the official cannot do. Therefore, he also has a certain degree of cooperation with the Nighthawks. During this period, he got to know many members of the Nighthawks team, such as Ms. Lorota, who he wanted to find today.

"Hello, Sister."

Altaïr walked to a nun who was wiping candlesticks and stood about two meters behind her. He asked politely, "Excuse me, is Ms. Lorota in the church now?

"...Oh, it's you, Mr. Brewster."

The nun turned around, saw the person's face clearly, smiled, and nodded four times on her chest.

"Ms. Lolota should be in prayer room 3 now... but it's not convenient for me to go over to see her."

"Did you have any conflict... No, sorry, this is not a topic I should care about."

Altaïr asked subconsciously, but soon realized his own impoliteness and apologized quickly.

Loen's social scene advocates subtlety, which is different from Intis. Such an action of directly asking a lady what she is thinking is not appropriate even for nuns who do not pay much attention to such secular etiquette.

"No, Ms. Lorota is a very kind and considerate woman... but sometimes her hobbies are a little hard for me to accept... Goddess, two days ago she actually begged me to wear a maid outfit that was changed from a nun's uniform..."

At the end of her speech, the nun's face turned red and her voice became so low that it could no longer be heard.

"Please go find her inside. I still need to clean the candlesticks here..."

Sure enough, Lorota is still the same...

Altaïr sighed helplessly as he watched the nun leave in a panic. Ms. Lorota's character was undoubtedly worthy of praise, but her sexual fetish was indeed difficult to talk about.

She likes maids, especially those with a 17-centimeter difference in bust size. It would be best if she could sit next to her and rest her chest on her arms. She said this could make her feel at peace.

Although I think so, it makes me feel a little uneasy that Ms. Lorota, a night watcher, also thinks so...

(I have revised this chapter over and over for more than 20 times, and I don’t know what’s wrong, so I changed the description and split it into two chapters)

Altaïr stopped in front of Lolota's prayer room. The door was closed, and Lolota's prayer should not have ended yet. Altaïr decided to wait patiently, as it was very rude to interrupt someone's prayer.

"Isn't this Altaïr? Why are you here? Are you here to see me?"

As Altaïr waited, a voice with an unusually standard Backlund accent came from behind him. Although this was already behind the prayer hall and outside the area where noise was prohibited, the greeting seemed a little abrupt.

Altaïr sighed. He knew who the man was just by the sound of his voice, which sounded like talking and singing. Like Lorota, he was a friend that Altaïr had made during a previous Nighthawk operation, but some of his hobbies were more difficult for Altaïr to talk about than Lorota's.

The reason why he came to find Luo Luota even though he knew Luo Luota's quirks was because he really didn't want to meet this person - it's not that he hated her, it's just that he found it difficult to face her.

"I'm sorry, Britton. I'm here to see Lorota. I want to ask her for something."

Altair turned around and spoke to the man. The night watchman in front of him was a handsome middle-aged man with neatly combed black hair. He had a high nose bridge and distinct facial features, like a man who walked out of a classical art work.

"Actually, I'd rather you call me Peter..."

Britton said with some disappointment, "If you have anything to do with Lorota, can't you ask me? This way she will have time to find the coffee shop maid, and I will have a chance to stay with you for a while longer."

"That's a very direct statement... You know, I always feel that you are more like those bards in Intis with gorgeous feathers on their dresses than the Loen gentlemen."

Altaïr frowned.

(End of this chapter)