Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 137 New Year
The crimson sword blade was stuck in the ground in front of Adele's eyes, and Adele's face, which was covered with dirt and grass, was reflected in the surrounding firelight.

There was no heart-wrenching scream like in the tragedy performed in the theater, nor was there any crying for the death of a good friend. Adele pulled out the blood drawer, used it to support her body, walked step by step to Smith who was rolling on the ground, and raised the rapier silently.

This was not a suitable weapon for execution, and the Tussock River was not an ideal place for execution. The blade of the rapier was too narrow to cut off the head, and the river was too lonely to have an indignant crowd of onlookers.

But that's okay.

Smith raised his head. With his spine damaged and his back covered in blood, he had no way of escaping. His spirituality was also exhausted. None of the three extraordinary people present could use their extraordinary abilities anymore, so they could only return to the most primitive way of dealing with the situation.

"Don't kill me. I did this all because of His instructions. They just used me as a pawn. I just wanted to survive! Please, please don't kill me..."

Looking at Adele walking towards him step by step, Smith seemed to realize that his death was near. His spirit completely collapsed. He begged incoherently, trying in vain to let this person let him go.

"Well, maybe you have a reason for doing so many bad things."

Adele's face was expressionless. After what happened that night, she had lost the ability to express her emotions with facial expressions. However, the surging emotions were burning in her heart, burning more and more fiercely, making her almost speechless.

"But if you can do something if you have a reason, then wouldn't a villain like me who takes money to kill people become a good person?"

Adele swung the blade in her hand without hesitation and pierced Smith's chest with one sword. Although it did not hit the heart, the blood foam gushing out of the lungs interrupted Smith's next words.

"I won't kill you right away, so you probably have about a minute left. Pray to Him before you die, and tell Him all the reasons you can think of. Maybe He will leave a place for you next to His prison."

Adele spoke sharply, then she swung her arm violently, and the Blood-Taker was shaken into a blood-red sword light, piercing Smith's muscles, severing the connections between his bones, poking out his eyeballs, and cutting his throat, until he completely lost his human form and turned into a pile of tattered meat. She flicked her wrist to shake the blood off the blade.

"Happy New Year, you son of a bitch."

……

South of Loon, Disi Bay.

Doctor Allen and his wife were fast asleep, both of them quite exhausted after the great dance, and after putting the baby to sleep in the crib, they soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the moonlight, the child suddenly opened his eyes, rolled out of the crib with a dexterity that was not consistent with His age, crawled to the side of the table, and placed a cushion under the table.

Then, a breeze blew, and the fluttering curtains caused the ice cream bowl on the table to fall down and land on the cushion. During this time, the ice cream miraculously did not spill at all, and no sound was made.

Will Ansedin, no, now he should be called Will Kress, nodded with satisfaction, and when he was about to start tasting, he was surprised to find that the spoon he used to eat the ice cream did not fall with the ice cream, but was hanging on the edge of the table, out of his reach.

Will Ansedin frowned. As an angel of destiny, this level of luck should be no problem. The appearance of this abnormality must mean that something he didn't want to see happened.

Some time ago, He sensed that Ouroboros was about to come to Backlund, so He secretly influenced fate and had Dr. Allen's relatives in the Disi Bay send him a telegram, inviting him to come for vacation as soon as possible, and taking Him away from Backlund.

However, now, he began to doubt one thing: Is his decision the result of his own pursuit of benefits and avoidance of harm, or is it another "coincidence of fate" from someone else?
Regardless of the outcome, something must have happened to Backlund, and it must be a big deal, and it might even lead to the death of a true god...

He pondered for a while, stretched out his chubby little hand and felt in the pocket of his baby clothes, and took out a simple gold coin. In his vision, the gold coin was surrounded by gray mist. It was a birthday gift from an old friend.

"It seems that I should create a coincidence so that I can meet the member of the organization to which the Fool belongs..."

Will Cress muttered, preparing to create another coincidence and make the ice cream scoop fall.

Then the ice cream scoop fell with a plop and hit Will "Mercury Snake" on the head.

Will was stunned and wanted to burst into tears. However, when he looked at his sleeping parents, he held back his tears and secretly ate his vanilla ice cream.

……

"And so, after Sister Vespe paid the price of her life, the plan prepared by Hermes and Ouroboros still failed."

In a narrow church by the sea, a fair hand opened a notebook and wrote on it with an ordinary-looking feather pen.

"Although they made every effort to send away the hermit Arianna and the mercury snake Will Ansedin who were originally stationed in Backlund, causing considerable damage and dealing a heavy blow to the faith of all the residents of Backlund and even Loen, the demon angels still lost to the will of ordinary people."

The quill paused, then suddenly began to write rapidly.

"However, Hermes still obtained some knowledge that he needed from the Demon Angel, which may allow him to gain an advantage in subsequent transactions with certain people..."

The gentle-looking priest shook the quill to calm it down, then crossed out the line he had just written.

"All the pawns Hermes had deployed had been removed. Thanks to the efforts of Gagran, Audrey, Vespe, Venata, Altaïr (crossed out, changed to Adele), and others, Backlund had a relatively peaceful night. Although many things will happen in the future, the sun will still rise as usual the next day, just like..."

After writing this, Adam looked at the sky outside the window. Due to the time difference, it was already around five in the morning, and the sun was rising. Then, He seemed to have thought of the rhetoric.

“Like, I’m going to wake up eventually.”

(The car is late, I will add more chapters after I finish my meal)

(End of this chapter)