Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 201 Christian Name and Godfather (Happy New Year's Eve!)
The next day, Adele woke up as usual. Sophie was sleeping soundly beside her, with her little face buried in Adele's chest, as if she was saying something.

Adele laughed in silence, got out of bed quietly, washed up quickly, sat down at the table, took out the letter paper and started writing. She repeatedly considered the words, as if thinking about what words could express the kind of suppressed sadness she needed.

"Dear Mr. Mike Joseph:"

"Please forgive my presumptuous letter. I have read your eulogy in the newspaper and express my deep sympathy for your situation."

"I am Mr. Artair Brewster's cousin, and I do similar work to him. I was with him during his last moments and heard his last words, which included the part about you and little Tanya. After some consideration, I think I should tell you about this."

"He said that neither you nor any of his friends in life need to feel sad about his death, because it is a great salvation for believers of the night; if you really treat him as a friend and regard his death as a sad thing, then please maintain your integrity, which is a great condolence."

"As for little Tanea, he regretted not being able to attend her baptism in person, and not being able to fulfill his duties as a godfather; however, he still prepared two gifts for her. One is the property on Rose Street. He said that your room might be a little cramped if another little angel lived in it."

"And the second gift is her Christian name. Since you once asked Altaïr to be her godfather, it is most appropriate to leave this name as a legacy. He gave little Tanea the middle name of 'Ishtar', which comes from the giant language and means 'uprightness' and 'justice', the same as the middle name of a great nun."

"What follows is a little advice from me as Altaïr's cousin. Although you expressed deep sorrow in your eulogy, I believe that neither Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, whom I do not know, nor Mr. Altaïr Brewster, whom I know, sacrificed their lives to make the world have one more lucky person—"

Adele took a deep breath, and the tip of the round-bellied fountain pen in her hand trembled slightly.

"After all, even after the Backlund Fog, there were tens or even millions of people who survived because of luck, but too many upright people fell, and too few remained."

"Perhaps he is as unlucky as Sherlock, and even less upright than the legendary detective - but I believe that if your daughter can maintain a high sense of morality and justice, they will all be very happy."

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"Finally, I wish you and your family good health, Adele Searcy."

Then, she threw the red round-bellied fountain pen into the pen holder and picked up the piece of letter paper filled with Loen's words to examine it carefully.

"Writing to Mike?"

Winata appeared silently behind Adele and put her arms around her shoulders.

"Yes. I gave the house on Rose Street to Mike. The spacious room is good for the growth of children."

Adele was not surprised, and she raised the letter so that the other party could see it more clearly.

"Little Tanea will like it. There is a small garden there." Venata nodded, "And there is also a secret passage to the sewer that you used to sell the stolen goods."

"Hopefully they'll do something else with it." Adele sighed. "Do you have any stamps left?"

"Yes, I hope George III will work just as well here."

Vinata took out two old stamps from her pocket with George III's serious face with a mustache on them, licked her fingers skillfully, and rubbed them on the back of the stamps.

George III stamps have been issued for several years, but the response to their use has never been very good - because some people can't figure out which side to spit on, and some people can't figure out which side to lick.

(Although readers of Weird Stamps should all know this, I will still briefly explain it here: previous stamps were made of self-adhesive paper, which could be attached by just getting wet. It was common to lick or spit on them.)

Afterwards, the two of them sealed the letter and, of course, attached the title deed to the small building on Rose Street.

No one mentioned to whom the house was originally intended.

At this time, Sophie woke up slowly and saw Adele and the others were about to go out. She turned over and sat up in a daze, looking over with sleepy eyes.

"Good morning," Adele said to Sophie as she fastened the buckles of her calfskin boots. "Vinata and I are going to run some errands. Breakfast will be delivered to your room soon, and then you can go find Wendy..."

Halfway through her conversation, Adele suddenly remembered that Wendy was busy writing an article recently, so she quickly changed the subject and said, "Forget it, you should go find Annie. Her room is next door. Things may not be peaceful during this period, so you should stay with Annie when we are not with you."

"If you find that the food at her door is still untouched at noon, ask Annie to open her room door."

Having already reached the door, Vinata found last night's dinner at Wendy's door untouched and turned around and warned again, "Don't let her starve to death in there."

Sophie nodded blankly, as if she had not yet woken up.

Seeing her like this, Adele stopped giving instructions and pushed Vinata, and they both left the room.

However, just after Adele walked away, Sophie's eyes strangely turned red.

"The troublesome guy finally left..."

The little girl uttered a string of obscure demonic words, and the bloodshot in her eyes gradually darkened.

Sophie was horrified to find that she could not control her body at all. Although she was still conscious, her body moved on its own. And the one who took over her body seemed to be another will that made her feel familiar and strange.

"Who are you and why are you in my body?"

Sophie asked the other consciousness in her mind fearfully. However, unexpectedly, the other party was not as fierce as she showed, but communicated with her very kindly: "You should know the reason why I am here best."

"It's not so easy to eliminate the angels of the Abyss... Not to mention that the priest has spread his blood and characteristics all over the East District. Even if there is only one drop of the blood of the mythical creature that has been diluted countless times and injected into the body of the Demon Path Beyonder, it is enough to wake me up."

"I'll explain the extra things to you later..." The voice suddenly carried a hint of desire, "I'll return your body to you later, let me solve the small problems around you first."

(End of this chapter)