Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 21: The Nun of the Earth and the God of War's Favor

"Are you always so casual about choosing containers?"

Altaïr quickly changed the subject, no longer discussing the topic of the "Witch of Pleasure".

"We originally tried to use coercion, but the last attempt failed."

Gagran's face looked a little unhappy, and Altaïr wisely did not continue asking in this direction.

"But that doesn't mean you want to be rejected, right?" Altaïr smiled bitterly. "It seems I have no other choice."

"Don't say it as if I'm threatening you..."

Gagran said dissatisfiedly, "I am tempting... or rather, seducing."

After saying that, she stuck out her pink tongue and licked her lips.

Really? Then why have I been feeling a thin thread-like object crawling all over my back since a while ago? Altaïr looked at Gagran, but still didn't dare to ask this question.

In the eyes of a "witch", there is not much difference between "coercion" and "bribery", especially "seduction"!

"Originally, you were required to do something to prove your ability, but as the person in charge of recruiting new members for the Backlund region, I have a relatively clear understanding of your potential. Besides, a person who has assassinated Baron Syndras obviously cannot integrate into normal society, right?"

"What's more, I have quite a few witches who were originally female under my command... Natalie and Leila in the bar are both. The speed at which witches like them advance is not as fast as that of male witches. They have been stuck at Sequence 7 for a long time, so they can start to act as Sequence 6 in advance. If I hadn't told them not to act rashly, and you didn't show up at the bar often, I'm afraid you might have been taken advantage of by them."

Gagran picked up the teacup and took a sip, leaving a cherry red lip print on it.

"So I have unintentionally surrendered to you..." Altaïr could only smile bitterly. At this moment, it was as if something exploded in his brain, making him a little dizzy. Although he knew that there was a powerful organization behind Gagran, he did not expect it to be a witch sect, and there were many "pleasure witches" in it who were greedy for his body...

There are witches around me, not just one, but they even want to have sex with me? Help... Ah, me too? That's fine.

"By the way, you kept asking me if I wanted to get married." Altaïr suddenly remembered something. "If I had said I wanted to get married, would they have just…"

"Didn't you notice that the way they both looked at you was different for a while?"

Gagran chuckled. "Witches use dark magic to make others like them. Although I verbally forbade it, to be honest, the restraint is not very strong."

"So, get promoted to a Witch as soon as possible... Two quasi-Sequence 6 Witches, the body of an Instigator alone can't handle it... Of course, if you can't get promoted for the time being, I suggest you find a girl you like and do what you need to do first, otherwise you won't be able to do it later."

Afterwards, Gagran lifted up her skirt slightly and mischievously performed a noble salute that was not at all standard. Then her figure gradually faded and disappeared into the air.

Altaïr sat in silence for a moment, then sneezed loudly.

Looks like I have a cold... The "witch" is really dangerous.

Altaïr relaxed his body and sank into the soft sofa. However, the next second, he was shocked by the cold sofa back and sat up straight. Only then did he notice that the fire in the fireplace had gone out when Gagran came out of the mirror. He had not noticed it because of the blood rushing to his head due to Gagran's ability. Now that it had returned to normal, Altaïr shivered with cold.

……

At the same time, Vinata walked into the Harvest Church on Rose Street.

This Harvest Church has a striking spire and a holy emblem of life engraved on the outer wall. It is a stick figure baby surrounded by wheat ears, flowers, springs and other symbols. The whole building is wheat-colored, gleaming softly in the midday sun. (Yes, this is Emlyn's church. I didn't think so much when I designed the protagonist's address, but later I found that I had some new ideas, so I was too lazy to change it.)
Inside the church hall, rows of seats are neatly arranged, with a huge holy emblem on top and two rows of candles mixed with wheat and rosemary on both sides, symbolizing the Mother Earth.

At this moment, a tall, brown-haired young woman was half-kneeling on the ground between the two rows of seats, praying devoutly.

She was wearing a simple Earth Mother nun's uniform, with sparse eyebrows and a hideous centipede-shaped scar on her forehead, but this could not destroy her gentle temperament. She just knelt there, making people feel safe and secure.

Venata did not go forward to disturb the other party. Not only because the teachings of the Mother Earth Goddess did not allow her to do so, but also because the other party did not look as relaxed as he did.

The ground beneath the brown-haired nun, which symbolized her connection with the earth, sank. All the bones in her body were wailing, but her prayers did not tremble even the slightest.

"The symbol of strength and glory, the great god of knights, the master of war, the protector of guns and cannons:"

"Please accept the confession of an impious believer;"

"Please bring your majesty and wrath upon this oath-breaker who prays to you;"

"I dare not ask your forgiveness, but I will pray all the same;"

"Because you are our eternal Father God, our guide and banner."

As she finished her last prayer, the pressure from deep spiritual depths suddenly disappeared, and the nun sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Sister Vesper, do you still believe in the god of war?" (vespera, Latin for "evening")
Venata walked over to her and helped her up and sat her down in the chair.

"No, I am now a nun of Mother Earth. However, I still pray to the God of War, as it is the punishment that the traitors give themselves."

Vesper smiled weakly. "After all, I was once a follower of the God of War..."

"I heard that the God of War doesn't respond to believers much now?"

Venata asked casually.

"No, if it is just the prayers of ordinary believers, they will be answered. However, as a follower, my prayers are clearly directed to the God of War himself, but for some reason they are not answered. Perhaps this is the punishment for joining the Mother Goddess Church."

"Won't you anger the Mother Goddess of Earth by doing this? You have become a nun of the Mother Goddess, but you are still praying to the God of War..."

Venata asked, somewhat worriedly.

"In fact, what just happened to me was the punishment of the Earth Mother Goddess. Haha, She is indeed a kind goddess. She gave a chance even to someone like me..." Vespe pointed to the shallow pit on the ground. "If it was hard ground, my bones would have been broken. While the Earth Mother Goddess imposed the heavy pressure of punishment on me, she also softened the ground under my feet... Although it may sound a bit blasphemous to say this, She is really a gentle god like a mother."

"But since the Mother Goddess has given you a chance, why do you continue to pray to the God of War?"

Venata asked in confusion. "Although we shouldn't criticize the Mother Goddess's kindness, it's too much for you to reject the Mother Goddess's kindness so many times."

"Because I cannot accept Mother Goddess' kindness in my own heart."

Vesper stood up from the chair, knelt on both knees and slowly moved back to the shallow pit she had dug, and dug up the compacted soil with her hands. Then, she kissed the yellow soil devoutly and carefully spread it back on the ground. During this period, there was no stain left on her body or face.

"In other words, I, who have betrayed my original beliefs, am not worthy of the Mother Goddess's grace. So I have been praying for the punishment of the God of War, begging Him to destroy my sinful body and drive my soul out of the Kingdom of Twilight."

Then Sister Vespe began to recite words from the Harvest Codex.

"...Afterwards, our spirits will become part of the earth in return for the Mother Goddess's grace."

"May the goddess forgive you."

Vinata said nothing more, walked to a bench at the side of the church and began to pray. Vesper also stopped talking, but continued to clean the altar, doing the repetitive work tirelessly.

Since Bishop Utravsky of the Harvest Church cooperated with the Church of the Dark Night to deal with the Mother Tree of Desire, the Earth Mother Church was assigned to Sister Vesper. Usually, Sister Vesper behaved like an ordinary believer, but only when Venata accidentally ran into her praying to the God of War once again did she discover her identity as the God of War's favored one.

After Venata finished her prayer, she said to Sister Vespe, who was wiping the candlesticks:

"I have recently digested the Sequence 8 potion."

"Ah."

Vespe nodded but didn't respond.

"I remember you told me before that you have the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 7 'Arsonist'?"

Venata asked with some anticipation.

"Yes, if you want, I can sell it to you. With 10 ml of salamander blood and three hydrangeas, it can be mixed into a hunter-path Sequence 3 potion."

Vespe continued speaking at a moderate pace, "This comes from a pirate I killed when I was still the God of War's follower. At that time, I followed the God of War's will and went to the south alone to develop a colony, and I had conflicts with many pirates."

"Alone?"

Vinata was a little surprised. "Have you never encountered the fleet of the Four Kings and Seven Generals?"

"No, I met Vice Admiral Hurricane and Admiral Blood. I destroyed a few of their ships and they ran away."

Vespe spoke in the tone of a man telling a trifle.

Vinata laughed dryly. As a follower of the God of War, Vesper naturally had her strengths. As a Sequence 5, her impact force was not much weaker than a steam locomotive. Even if she was swimming, she was not much slower than a pirate ship. Vinata had been to Sister Vesper's utility room, where there was still a pirate ship ram that she had chopped off with a flail.

(End of this chapter)