Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 19: Gaglan

Altaïr walked to the window and drew the curtains to prevent people outside from noticing what was happening inside. He then quickly extinguished the fire in the fireplace, put the ashes in the stove into a dustpan and dumped them into the trash can. After the temperature in the stove cooled down slightly, he used the stove hook to gently hook the floor of the fireplace and pulled up a secret door.

Altaïr examined the scene carefully, pondering in his mind. The blood on the tile floor was easy to deal with, but the problem was the splatter on the painted ceiling.

Repainting would be troublesome... that's the only way.

Altaïr picked up the Bloodletter and struck the chandelier on the ceiling with it.

The three-tiered chandelier with a wooden shell fell to the ground with a thud, bringing with it a large piece of wall plaster, and the blood-stained part also fell off. Altaïr checked again to make sure there was no blood stain left on the ceiling or other places in the room, and finally threw the blood-stained wall plaster into the secret door. There was a sound of heavy objects falling into the water from the door. This trapdoor was connected to Backlund's sewer system, and finally flowed directly into the Tussock River.

Is it possible that Vinata moved in with me because she didn't want to clean up the mess in her room?
Altaïr took a breath, and suddenly a random thought came to his mind, and then he laughed at himself.

"It's all because of you that I have to clean up my room..."

Altaïr kicked the corpse on the ground. He hung the wounded corpse above the secret passage to prevent the blood from flowing onto the floor.

After about ten minutes, black crystal-like substances began to precipitate from the corpse, forming a jelly-like solid that emitted a strange light. Altaïr was not unfamiliar with this solid. This was the Beyonder characteristic of the "Assassin". Altaïr became a Beyonder after accidentally eating such a thing.

It seems to be a new rookie assassin... Altaïr sighed. The other party obviously has not fully digested the assassin's magic potion, and the role-playing is probably just reading a few popular assassin novels. In order to complete the role-play, a successful assassin should focus on how to evacuate, after all, only by staying alive can he go home and digest the magic potion.

Altaïr emptied the Assassin's pockets and threw all the belongings on the ground, then kicked the man's body into the secret door.

This guy's revolver seems to be of some use. The gunshot just now was not that loud. I thought I would have to call the patrol police and go through formal channels this time... In that case, I would be at a disadvantage as there are no witnesses.

Altaïr picked up the revolver and examined it carefully. Unlike ordinary revolvers, this one had a connecting rod at the rear end. When the trigger was pulled, the connecting rod would push the cylinder forward, and the cylinder hole and the protrusion at the rear end of the barrel would work together to block the gap between the cylinder and the gun body. This ensured the airtightness of the gun, and it could even be directly equipped with a silencer. (The prototype was the Mosin-Nagant M1895, so that no one would argue with me about whether a revolver could be equipped with a silencer)

It was not an extraordinary weapon, but in a low-sequence situation, in a sense, this gun was even more useful than most extraordinary weapons... Altaïr put the gun away with satisfaction and began to check the other party's personal belongings.

Two minutes later, Altaïr sat in a chair beside him in a daze, covering his face with his hands. At this time, he regretted kicking the other's body into the Tussock River too early, because he really wanted to whip the corpse to vent his anger.

Damn, you are even poorer than me?
Among the other person's personal belongings, only a wallet containing less than ten pounds in cash, a cigarette case filled with chopped tobacco, a ceramic pipe, and twenty-three bullets - one of which had already been lodged in the guy's head.

"I don't smoke..." Altaïr picked up the pipe and fiddled with it, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "If this revolver wasn't pretty good, this trip would have been in vain."

It is not so easy to realize the extraordinary characteristics of an assassin. Not to mention how many new recruits one might encounter, Altaïr himself is somewhat hesitant about asking people to take this route out of principle.

Being an assassin is risky, so be careful when entering...

Altaïr held the Beyonder Property in silence for a long time, then he shook his head, put the remaining things back in place, took a small bronze-framed mirror from the table, took out essential oils and hydrosols from the drawer, and began to arrange the ceremony.

He wanted to divine the assassin's purpose and whether there was a mastermind behind him!
Following the rules of the mystical ritual, Altaïr placed candles on the table made of nightshade and slumberweed to symbolize the Goddess. Originally, a second candle made of moonflower and crimson sandalwood was required to symbolize the Crimson Moon. However, after the war, Altaïr found that his prayers using these candles were no longer answered by the Goddess, so he abandoned this material.

Altaïr then placed a third ordinary candle, symbolizing himself, and placed the mirror between the three candles.

After doing all this, Altaïr struck a match, used one match to light the two matches that symbolized the goddess, and then used another match to light his own candle. He then stepped back and prayed in the ancient Hermetic language:
"Goddess of Night: You are higher than the stars and longer than eternity;"

"You are the Lord of Death, the Mother of Secrets;"

"Queen of trouble and terror, lord of sleep and silence;"

"I pray for your wisdom, and for the secrets of the night to be revealed to this mirror;"

"Please tell me the origin and purpose of this assassin!"

After being promoted to "Instigator", Altaïr mastered the skill of magic mirror divination. Although this divination method has considerable limitations compared to the pendulum divination, astrolabe divination or divining staff divination of other sequences, it is better than nothing after all. For example, Venata's Hunter sequence has no similar ability at all.

Under the dim candlelight, the mirror surface produced ripples like water, and then a blurry image appeared in the mirror. A woman in a black robe and a pointed hat was sitting at the bar, smoking a pipe and saying something to the man sitting next to her. At the same time, a line of black subtitles slowly emerged under the mirror, and the person who was speaking was distinguished by the black and red colors.

"Go to 17 Rose Street and kill the guy named Altaïr... If you can succeed, I will give you a sequence of potions."

The lazy beauty boss's temperament at this moment was completely different from usual. Although her lazy temperament remained unchanged, even through the magic mirror, Altaïr could sense her infinite charm at this moment, as if every move she made could seduce people.

"As long as I kill him, I can join the Witch Cult?"

The middle-aged man looked at the crystal solid in Geglan's hand and asked greedily.

"To be precise, it's joining the Gnosis Society. This is another relatively legal identity of ours. I don't like to break my promise... But I have to warn you that the same terms apply to him. His sequence is relatively high, so I've given you the initiative to assassinate him. If you are killed by him, I'll also find a chance to give him a potion of the next sequence."

Gegran stretched out an index finger, lightly touched the man's chest, and then moved it down to the man's lower abdomen.

"What our witch sect needs is not you or him, but an outstanding 'assassin'... I hope you can recognize your position."

Witch Cult? So the organization behind Gagran is a Witch Cult? Altaïr suddenly realized. No wonder she dared to answer every question like this, it turns out there is such a secret organization behind her.

My goodness, the witch is next to me?
This so-called witch sect was a secret organization that believed in the original witch during the Iron Age. It was once a huge organization with angels and was said to have close ties with another secret organization, the Gnosis Society.

So, the Witch Cult wanted a suitable thug, so they raised Gu here in the East District and used this kind of survival of the fittest to select new members, and they dragged me into this inexplicably?
Altaïr was a little amused and felt that the Witch's Cult was indeed a cult organization, and its actions really lacked basic logic.

However, at this moment, the mirror in front of Altaïr suddenly shook slightly. Before Altaïr could react, the image in the mirror disappeared, replaced by the beautiful face of Gagran, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling! The other party's red lips slightly opened, and even without looking at the line of subtitles below the mirror that almost oozes blood, Altaïr can tell what the other party is saying from the shape of her mouth.

"Are you looking at me?"

As the words came out of his mouth, the temperature in the room instantly dropped by nearly ten degrees. A thick layer of white frost formed on the windows out of thin air. All the candles were extinguished. A cold wind blew out from the mirror, making Altaïr's cheeks hurt!

With a crashing sound, a white and tender hand stretched out from the mirror, followed by another one. The two hands worked together to pull out the body of a charming woman in the illusory and distorted mirror space. The mysterious black illusory liquid was still flowing on the other person's face and body, outlining her figure even more charmingly. It was hard to resist the urge to give up reason and hug this delicate body like the goddess of the lake into your arms.

Gagran stretched, and the liquid on her body ignored the absorption of human body and clothes, flowing down the ivory calves exposed under her robe to her feet. As the liquid left her body, Altaïr felt that her facial lines were more charming than when she just jumped out of the mirror, almost making him lose his mind, and his originally tense body suddenly relaxed.

"Does it look good?"

Gagran walked lightly towards Altaïr. Her breath when she spoke was scented with the fragrance of roses, which made Altaïr's ears and nose itchy.

Seeing that Altaïr could not deny it, Gagran licked her cherry-red lips gently and smiled as if she had succeeded in her mischief.

"It's okay if you don't say it... I will help you admit and accept it."

(End of this chapter)