Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 142 Epilogue
"Let me be clear in advance. I don't like your practice of gathering near His base camp."

Albert Gnostic's face was flashing with illusory symbols, making it difficult to see his expression, but others could easily perceive his emotions.

"Yes, this is not rational. Although we all know that there is no Pope-level strongman guarding here, if He understands our actions as an offense after He wakes up, we will be in big trouble."

Tapani Cherubim chimed in. Although He and the Gnostics did not get along, Hermes was obviously more annoying.

"It's okay." Hermes waved his hand.

"After all, we won't trade like this anymore... At least, that's what I hope. If I go to your territory to trade, I'm afraid the one waiting for me will be 0-01 from your Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom."

The cherub snorted, apparently agreeing.

"As for His attitude... you promised me solemnly at the beginning that if your plan succeeded, Adam aside, He would definitely not be able to wake up successfully."

"Could it be that there is something wrong with this plan, so that you don't even believe in your own plan?"

Hermes laughed sarcastically. Due to the change in his appearance, his original kind temperament disappeared completely, and his wrinkled face like a peach pit was full of sarcastic expressions.

"Humph, this has nothing to do with you. Bring out what I want, and we'll leave as soon as we're done with the deal."

The Cherubim was too lazy to explain, and just wanted to get the things as soon as possible. But the Gnostic didn't seem to be in a hurry, and turned to Ouroboros.

"It is said that Adam and the True Creator do not want others to interfere in their conflict. Why did you get involved in person?"

Ouroboros squinted at Gnostic and said indifferently, "Neither of them is equal to my master for the time being. Besides, I will make a decision that is beneficial to Him based on my judgment, rather than blindly obeying His will. This is my privilege as the angel of destiny under His seat."

"I just don't understand you guys. Disobeying the Hidden Sage is something that I never thought of in the first place."

North shrugged. "Okay, enough chatting, let's do the deal quickly, or the Pope will get anxious."

……

A few minutes later, the room became dim and all abnormalities disappeared. It turned into an ordinary B&B. The original owners were having a meal. They were completely unaware that four angels had visited them and one of them had even been writing in their home for several months.

Afterwards, the family chatted for a while and went to bed. In this mysterious world with no entertainment and no topics to talk about, ordinary people who have nothing to do go to bed early.

In the family's dream, a beautiful lady wearing a blue traveling cloak and with emerald green eyes filled with unconcealable sadness and fatigue knocked on their door.

They welcomed her in like a distinguished guest, but she just sat in the family's armchair and thought for a long time. Then, before the family woke up, she picked up the worn quill pen in the trash can and left the dream leisurely.

……

A few days later, in the northern part of Loen, in Jianhai County, in the city of Constance.

As a tourist city located in the north, the city of Constanton was sparsely populated at this time. The climate here was very close to that of Feysac, with the lowest temperature reaching more than ten degrees below zero. However, since there were no inland rivers flowing into the city and warm ocean currents often passed by, the port here was still operating normally.

When the Kingdom and Feysac were at war, this place was captured by the Feysac people, so there were still many facilities that had not been repaired in time. The only places on the street that made people want to go in and sit down were a few bars.

At this moment, there were three or five drinkers gathered in the bar, listening to the literate guy in the middle reading the latest newspaper.

"A major disaster occurred in Backlund a few days ago, causing more than 30,000 casualties. It was suspected to be a vicious incident caused by devil worshippers from the Blood Cult. The bandit leader was shot dead on the spot, but some terrorists are still on the loose..."

The guy sighed as he read aloud, "Tsk tsk, even half of the Backlund Bridge collapsed... The people who died this time even included many nobles, and there were more than 200 people with titles. At present, Backlund has blocked off the entire city to prevent terrorists from escaping. It is said that the Pope of the Goddess Church will go there in person to hold a mass for the victims..."

"Really? Oh my God, that's more than 30,000 people!"

"Even during the Backlund smog last time, not so many people died, right?"

"I told you there's nothing good about Backlund. So many people died in the smog. I wouldn't go there. It's unlucky!"

"Nonsense! I'll offer you half a pound a week. Will you go or not?"

The drinkers immediately started talking and did not even notice that the door of the pub had been opened and three ladies, two adults and one child, walked in.

One of them had long black hair, and was wearing a black tweed robe and a wide-brimmed women's soft hat of the same color. She had fair skin and a beautiful face. Even with a thick scarf covering half of her face, her every frown and smile was full of charm.

The other wore a brown leather coat with a fur collar, no scarf, revealing her tanned skin, and her curly blond shoulder-length hair was loose, reminiscent of a lion's mane.

The little girl they brought with them was a little listless and thin, and was clumsily wrapped up by the two people. In the gaps between the thick clothes, the little girl's rare red eyes were faintly revealed.

In a city like this, women were rare, let alone two such beautiful women appearing at once. If people's attention had not been drawn to the news when they came in, the appearance of the three of them alone would have been enough to cause a sensation.

They parted the crowd, and the dark-haired one gently patted the shoulder of the snakehead who was reading a newspaper.

As soon as the snake head turned around, he immediately met the charming eyes of the black-haired woman.

"Three tickets to Port Indor. Second-class compartments. You can get them, can't you?"

The black-haired woman took out five ten-pound notes from her wallet, stuffed them into the snakehead's hand, and gently stroked the palm of the other's hand with her index finger through the banknotes.

"You should be satisfied with this price."

Watching the snakehead taking the bills as if they were treasures and carefully putting them into his pocket, Adele showed a faint smile on her face.

"This newspaper is just a gift."

The Hunting Grounds of Witch and Hunter Volume 1
(End of this chapter)