Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 195: Sprouts of Disaster

Outside the bar with a blazing fire, Adele cut off a small section of her long hair and then threw it into the biting cold wind.

The tiny strands of hair ignited black flames in the air and burned out before they fell to the ground, turning into gray dust and mixing with the snow and water on the ground.

This is a common method used by witches to interfere with divination and peeping, and it was given to Adele by Gagran. Just now, Adele obviously sensed the peeping from the extraordinary power, so she used this method to isolate it.

Then Adele took out all the money those people had, walked up to the bartender who was dragged out in a sack, and threw the pile of Kinghorn made of jackets in front of him.

"Take this money to the dock, find the ironclad ship that entered the port today, buy a seat on it and leave Indo."

According to the behavior of this gangster group, today the two sides have already formed a deadly feud, and what follows is an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, which is the iron rule of the gangster family. As the bar owner caught in the middle, he obviously cannot stay out of it. If he does not leave here, his life will definitely be in danger.

However, the bar owner had no intention of taking the money and let it fall into the snow.

He moved his limbs which were stiff due to the bondage, and then whimpered twice, and it was unclear whether he was crying or laughing.

"Put away your hypocritical faces, you freaks!"

His face was twisted with fear and anger. He pointed at Adele's nose and cursed: "You and the church, don't you think it's fun to fight against gangs? If it weren't for you damn monsters who started the war, would they become gangs?"

"At the end of the day, who the hell cares what to believe when they don't know what their next meal is going to be? Anyone who wants to go to war over something like this is a bunch of assholes who deserve to be fucked by donkeys, and you monsters are the worst of all assholes."

He staggered back and grabbed a pistol that had fallen on the side of the road. Adele raised her eyebrows slightly, but did not stop him. It was basically impossible for an ordinary person to hit her at this distance.

"The Esco family will not let you go. They will rip your intestines out and stuff them into your mouth, no matter how you use your ability to pay for the devil's prostitution."

The bartender stumbled two steps and finally managed to steady himself. He was so excited that he could hardly control himself. He did not point the gun at Adele, but tremblingly put the muzzle of the gun against his chin.

"I'll wait for you in hell, at least I can keep my family safe. See you later, bitch!"

A gunshot rang out, and the bartender's jaw was broken, and blood and brains splattered on the snow in front of Adele. Adele looked at his fallen body in silence.

(This section of the bartender's dialogue contains a lot of motherfucking content. If you are blocked, please use your imagination to fill in the blanks)

Then she sighed, picked up the bag of coins wrapped in her jacket, and picked up the pile of weapons, tied them up and took them away.

Anyway, the feud has already been settled, so why not leave the things here so that the other party can pick them up and use them to beat you up?

Adele muttered to herself. She had already taken measures to counter divination, so it didn't matter even if the other party used divination on this pile of weapons. Anyway, there was gray fog, so she could just throw any stolen goods on it.

Afterwards, she found a secluded place and spent two minutes performing a sacrificial ceremony, throwing all the things into the gray fog. Although she would have to tell the other members of the Tarot Club when she wanted to use them, Adele believed they had no reason to disagree.

……

On the sea, a guest who surprised Tracy came aboard the fleet of Vice Admiral Disease Tracy.

"The White Saint" Katarina was sitting in the captain's room of the "Black Death" at this time. From her expression, it could be seen that she was in a bad mood and seemed to have suffered some degree of injuries.

"Mother, are you not feeling well?"

Tracy asked carefully.

"I met an ignorant guy on the way here. His sequence is not very high, but his ability is very troublesome."

As Katharina spoke, she pulled her bra down slightly, allowing Tracy to see the densely packed, wriggling tentacle-like protrusions beneath her skin.

"Then your condition..."

Tracy felt uncomfortable after just one glance, so she quickly looked away and asked with concern.

"It's okay. He will recover after a few days of rest. In comparison, he is in a very miserable state. He was cursed with petrification and dozens of diseases at the same time. Even if he is not dead now, he is almost out of control. Anyway, you don't have to worry about him recently."

Catalina impatiently changed the subject, "I came here mainly to ask you one thing. Have you found anything related to the 'witch' in this sea area recently?"

"Something related to 'witch'?"

Tracy whispered doubtfully, "An item that allows you to sense something from a long distance must be of a very high status. If I had seen it, it would have probably mutated by now..."

"No, that thing only has status but no power. You should have heard of it. It is the blasphemous card made by Emperor Roselle, the 'Witch' card!"

Catalina said confidently, "When the original still existed, there were not many items that could make me feel the corresponding aggregation effect. Apart from his angel, the only thing that could suddenly appear and disappear was the Blasphemy Card."

"It would be fine if someone in the Witch Cult got it, but if someone outside got it, it would probably have a bad impact on the original, especially the 'Hunter' path that can be exchanged with us."

At this point, Catalina asked again: "Think about it carefully, have you really not come into contact with anyone or anything related to the 'witch'?"

Tracy thought for a moment and replied, "As for people, I have indeed met one. She is Aunt Gagran's recently adopted 'daughter'. She was previously active in Backlund, but was forced to flee Backlund due to the recent angel fall incident. She came to Feysac to develop followers of the 'Gnosis Society'. Her name is Adele Sersi, formerly known as Altair Brewster."

"Gagran, Altaïr Brewster..."

Catalina thought for a while, then nodded. "I understand. Cancel your next plan and continue searching for the 'Witch' card in this area. If you find it in someone else's hand, kill that guy and take the card, even if it's in Adele Sersi's hand."

"But, mother..."

Tracy instinctively felt that the order was a little strange, but Katarina's stern gaze stopped her from saying anything else.

"Adele Sersi may not be a problem, but Gagran is a serious problem. If you find that the cards are in Adele's hand and the situation allows, capture her alive and then notify me. I will go there immediately and get information about Gagran from her."

Katarina paused, and said seriously: "Gerran may have betrayed the original witch and become a believer of the 'disaster' itself!"

(End of this chapter)