Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 123 Supplementary Chapter
Chapter 27 (Second Half)
"The goddess only teaches us to be loyal to love, but does not specify the specific identity of the other person. I think that true love, like music, transcends identity and status, and even goes to species."

Britton stroked his hair gracefully.

"Honestly, I think you artists should have your brains examined at least once."

Altaïr suggested sincerely.

"That's a hurtful comment... but not as hurtful as your previous rejection." Britton showed an exaggerated expression of loss, "This pain makes me want to recite poetry."

"Ah, her flowers bloom all night long until dawn..."

"Stop, stop, stop."

Altaïr waved his hands irritably. Suddenly, he regretted coming here today. To be honest, he would rather quarrel with Venata all day than face the pursuit of a passionate man.

Before being promoted to Sequence 8 "Midnight Poet", Britten was an excellent violinist with considerable musical talent, so he was promoted very quickly on this path. He was also an outstanding person, but his passionate pursuit gave Altaïr a headache.

A man who likes the maid's "red gloves" and a senior butler with strange habits...Altaïr suddenly felt a little sad about what kind of people had mixed into the goddess's team of night watchers.

"But you can actually understand Lolota's hobbies..."

Altaïr was surprised. "I thought no one understood her idea of ​​a maid bringing peace of mind."

"Perhaps because I am also one of those who are not understood, I can understand this forbidden feeling - ah, unattainable love is like sweet poison..."

Britten sighed, pressing his left hand to his chest as if chanting.

"I just can't understand it. Anyway, as a normal man, when a woman hugs my arms, I just feel mixed emotions."

Altaïr shrugged.

"That's because you are still trapped in the shackles of the basic concept of love."

Britton said excitedly,

"But in fact, compared to these, we should pay more attention to the spiritual collision, the sublimation of love, the mutual fusion and resonance of two lonely souls, and other deeper things. Instead of paying attention to the stupid pieces of meat and fat, why not come with me to appreciate the marble-like body and the Quaternary-style bodybuilding..."

Seeing that Britton was getting out of control, Altaïr had already reached into his pocket and gripped his revolver, ready to hit him with the butt of the rifle to calm him down. However, at this moment, the door of the prayer room opened, and a black-haired lady with a slightly angry look walked out.

She had a good-looking face. As she had just come out of the prayer room, she was not wearing a hat and was wearing a butler's outfit similar to that of a male, consisting of a black vest, a white shirt, black tight trousers and leather boots of the same color. However, at this moment, her face was filled with anger for some reason.

"When I was praying just now, I heard someone singing outside and I knew it was you,"

Lorota said to Britton angrily,

"But how dare you say that it's a useless piece of meat? It's a symbol of the glory of motherhood, a dream shared by both men and women, right? When you lie on the legs of the maid wearing white socks that reach up to her heels, the sweet scent emanating from that perky symbol of motherhood can bring you enjoyment that is hundreds of times better than the vulgar muscles of those men?!"

"Hmph, superficial."

Britton snorted, "The soft flesh that is born is not enough to carry the lofty aspirations of an extraordinary person. We yearn for a strong body like a knight, emotional resonance with art, and something more elegant."

"A knight's body? You are not deliberately raising the value of a knight because you became a Nighthawk by mistake and cannot inherit the knighthood of your family, right?"

Lolota said sarcastically, "Wake up, the era of knights is over."

"But the heart of an artist never dies. We always pursue things we don't have, just like you pursue plump breasts."

Britton was not to be outdone and retorted.

"you!!!"

The two men refused to give in to each other and stared at each other, creating a tense atmosphere.

Seeing this, Altaïr had a feeling that today's trip might be in vain.

(There will be an exam tomorrow, please understand)
(End of this chapter)