Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 16: The Craftsman's Lost
"Let me find that guy?"

Altaïr frowned. According to his understanding, the Artisan was Sequence 6 of the Commoner Path. Although as an outlier among the 22 paths, the Artisan Path did not increase its own extraordinary abilities until Sequence 6. Compared with Sequence 8, which had combat skills and a strong physique, Sequence 6 only enhanced its ability to use ritual magic.

However, don't think that the Beyonders of the "Craftsman" path are weak because of this. In fact, "Craftsman" is an ancient name, and the current name is "Mechanical Expert" or "Gear Master". The core ability of this sequence is to create magical items and mechanical creations. As for how much magical items can improve their own combat power, you can refer to Venata who uses "Indulgent Rose Heart" to know.

Despite the restrictions of negative effects, craftsmen generally do not carry all the magical items with them in order to prevent losing control later. On the other hand, the magical items that craftsmen carry must be carefully selected, have sufficient capabilities and acceptable side effects. Moreover, if a craftsman is really pushed to the limit and uses magical items without restrictions, his ability will reach a very terrifying level in a short period of time.

However, if it is just surveillance, the risk is relatively acceptable.

Altaïr was about to nod in agreement, but Susie spoke first.

"The other party is carrying at least four or more magical items. If he finds you, you will definitely die. One of them is a demigod-level magical item used for concealment, which may be a gift from the evil god behind him. With this item, he just escaped from Miss Pride's pursuit last night."

Escaped from a mind-reading demigod? Altaïr gasped. He had some idea of ​​how terrible the demigods' abilities were. Although the only demigod he had ever seen, Miss Pride, was not very powerful, this did not prevent Altaïr from having a rough estimate in his mind. If it were him, Altaïr would not have the confidence to escape from the demigod, even with the help of magical items.

"Of course, it doesn't really matter if I don't tell you about the abilities of his magical items, because if he finds out you're following him, your life will be in danger. But since Miss Pride has asked, I will tell you the abilities that she has discovered."

"Last night, the craftsman demonstrated four abilities that did not belong to his own path. It is speculated that they may be four magical items. The first ability is the ability to hide himself and eliminate emotional light balls, completely blocking the detection of Miss Pride;"

"The second ability is a defense-enhancing ability, very similar to Rose Heart. When he didn't realize that the young lady was a demigod, he wanted to rush over to fight her, but he was slapped away by the young lady's hand blessed with phantom scales. He survived only because of this skill."

"The third ability is to control spirits. Some spirits seem to have strange abilities. He probably used the ability of a certain spirit to escape in the end."

"The fourth ability is 'Open Door'. Unlike the Traveler, this door can only be opened once. It leads to an independent space. That guy uses that space to store his mechanical products."

Across four paths, multiple extraordinary abilities including defense, camouflage, and movement...Altaïr frowned. Moreover, when facing a demigod, the effects of some offensive extraordinary items are almost useless, so he may also have two or three types of magical items of attack.

Sorry, I'd better go to bed.

Altaïr nodded, indicating that he would take note of this, and then confirmed it.

"Is this mission effective long-term? If I find the trace of that craftsman, how should I inform your master?"

Susie wagged her furry tail:
“Remember this honorable name.

The followers of the Yellow and Black King who controls good fortune;
The weaver of Backlund's sweet dreams;
The manipulators behind the curtain of history;
A lonely but not lonely collector;

'Justice' Audrey Hall."

"If you pray, she will hear you."

"Hall?" Altaïr was shocked. When he was a valet in Baron Syndras's mansion, he had heard of the name Audrey Hall. Even Baron Syndras, who seemed to him to be extremely powerful, showed a look of respect when he mentioned this "Becklund's most shining gem".

It is a gorgeous and innocent flower, and the sight of it can make all those scheming people like us pale in comparison - this is the comment of Baron Sindras.

However, there should be no signs that Miss Hall has ever left the aristocratic circle... Altaïr was a little confused, but Susie shook the air again and interrupted his thoughts.

"That's the surname that the young lady abandoned. Don't think about it anymore."

Altaïr felt that the fantasy in his mind was suddenly cut off. He had no intention of leaking the news or thinking about it. Instead, he felt a strong urge that made him feel very hungry in his dream. He wanted to go downstairs to make a hearty midnight snack. Of course, it was only natural to share some of it with the dog in front of him after he was done.

……

In a small bedroom in the East District, a short man was pacing nervously. On the tattered bed in the middle of the room, there were several strangely shaped utensils, ranging from capes and glasses to carving knives and spray pots, all kinds of daily necessities.

If a person with psychic vision came into this room, he would probably be hurt by the dazzling spiritual light inside. Every piece of equipment on the bed was emitting spiritual light of different colors.

The eight instruments on the bed were all magical items! At this moment, they were emitting dangerous light after being used for a short time, and some of them even had unknown objects moving on their surfaces.

"The side effects are coming. We must pray to the mother tree quickly..."

Sindri's face twisted in agony.

A few years ago, he prayed to the Mother Tree of Desire by chance. Since then, he has been unstoppable. She always gives Sindri revelations when he needs her most, but the price is that Sindri has to keep praying to her and then become more and more inhuman. Sindri recently feels that the violent desire in his body is getting stronger and stronger. Every time he uses a magical item made by the Mother Tree, the desire becomes stronger.

And that woman from yesterday... She was actually a demigod? After leaving the gang's gathering last night, Sindri was in the side effects of his desire. The burning desire made him lose his mind. When he saw the lady who blocked his way in a weird way, he immediately pounced on her. Then, the lady slapped his head with a slap, and his head spun 180 degrees, and he flew backwards.

When he woke up again, Sindri was already lying in this hotel. There was no part of his body that didn't hurt. All the magical items on his body were in a triggered state, and the skin on his neck still had signs of being sprained, proving that all this was not Sindri's dream.

No, there is no time to think anymore...

Sindri moved quickly, stepping out strange patterns in the room, his arms dancing strangely in the air, like a growing tree.

"Great Mother Tree of Desire, you are the eternal howler, the god of loss of heart..."

Sindri suddenly knelt on the ground, slammed his forehead against the ground, and muttered some completely distorted honorific names in a low voice, not caring at all that his forehead was already covered in blood.

During his prayer, he saw illusory lights, vines and branches twisting in an evil way, and gods that were supposed to be invisible. They transformed into evil beasts, giant humanoids, or even just a cloud of mist. They surrounded the giant tree, their bodies twitching and making deafening roars, the meaning of which was incomprehensible.

Sindri screamed and fell to the ground. The moment he saw that scene and heard that sound, even though those events happened thousands of years ago and even though there was the shield of the spiritual world between him and them, Sindri's eyes burst open in an instant, and bright red blood and turbid pus flowed from his eye sockets. Black branches of unknown origin grew out of his ears and pierced his eardrums.

However, that voice and that scene still lingered in Sindri's mind. Sindri was a little confused for a moment, but soon he understood the reason for all this.

He really couldn't sense them anymore.

Because He is They.

The branches of the mother tree rolled up the spirit of this tiny creature and threw it back into its own world. However, in the spirit world thousands of years ago, the obscene and horrific scene was still being played out.

After a while, Sindri stood up, completely forgetting what happened during the ceremony.

PS: There is an indescribable plot about Sindri and the prayer wood sculpture in the middle, which was kept secret by the goddess. I hope everyone will say in the book review area: "Praise the goddess!" (manually funny)
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