Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 217 Down the Street
The next day, the slums of Indo Port.

"Miss, the road ahead is getting narrower and the carriage can't turn around. We can only ask you to get off here."

The coachman spoke respectfully to the ladies in the carriage, serving the same dedication as he had done to the original owner of the carriage.

"The infrastructure here is really bad. Fortunately, it is winter, otherwise there would be no place to step."

Adele complained as she jumped off the Esco family's carriage. She was wearing a large gray-black trench coat, a dark red bow tie, and a black deerstalker hat that held down her hair. She looked no different from the gang members who came to inspect the place.

"At least the air here is much stronger than Backlund."

Vinata, wearing the white casual clothes that Altaïr had worn, jumped off the carriage from the other side holding Sophie in her arms. Although there was an extra person's weight, no mud or water was splashed.

"You are optimistic."

Adele sighed, pulled out the map from her pocket, unfolded it, and read it carefully. Although her memory was good enough for her to forget those details, out of habit, she would always check it again and again before setting off.

"Come on, let's go meet Miss Sonya."

……

Today, Adele and Vinata's main tasks are to familiarize themselves with the environment of Indor Port, confirm the status of the port gangs, and see if there is any opportunity for Sophie to play the role of a criminal. Finally, they will visit Sonya Moran who lives on the other side of the downtown area.

Due to Vinata's personal habit, the three of them came out very early. In the narrow alleys, you can occasionally see "early morning workers" holding long sticks. Before the alarm clock was popular, this kind of people would regularly knock on the windows of the workers with sticks in the morning to get them to get up and go to work in time so as not to be late. They could earn 15 silver coins a week.

At Ferryhill, County Durham, miners' houses had slates on the outside walls on which they would write the details of their shifts in chalk so that the morning caller could wake them up at the right time. These boards were called "knock boards" or "wake boards".

"You get up so early every day, you really should do the morning wake-up call..."

Adele yawned slightly. Since becoming a witch, she had lost the habit of going to bed early and getting up early. She felt very sleepy every morning. Then, Sophie also yawned.

"Don't look at it like that. I've also worked in a similar profession...at least, I've pretended to work in a similar profession."

Vinata politely let a tired night shift worker pass while explaining to Adele, "People's thinking is inertial, just like you often sneak into various places disguised as a gardener, and the only props you need are a ladder and a pair of scissors."

"With a hollow stick slung across my shoulder like this, I could leap over any wall in the East End unnoticed. And even if I were stopped by patrolmen for questioning, they wouldn't be surprised to see the blowpipe in my pocket - of course, I'd have to hide the bottle of hemlock out of sight."

After all, the sticks that the early workers carry are limited in length, so they often carry a pea gun similar to a blowpipe and shoot the dried peas that are not worth selling at a high price at the windows of customers. This is also convenient for the elderly who do this job as a part-time job. After all, not everyone can carry a wooden pole with a wire tied to the tip all the time.

"Sounds a bit like a hunter."

Adele jumped over small puddles on the road, her boots crunching in the snow.

"Of course." There was an ambiguous pride in Venata's voice. "If you want to hunt in the jungle of Backlund, you have to do a lot of homework."

"Okay, we're almost at the Cassowary Gang's territory." Adele saw that the other party was about to recall his glorious deeds and hurried forward to stop him. "The gangs here are not familiar with us yet, we have to concentrate."

Most of the gangs under the Esco family were named after local birds in Feysac, and "Cassowary" was one of them. The height and weight of an adult cassowary were comparable to that of an adult man, and its running speed could reach dozens of kilometers per hour. It was an extremely ferocious bird.

The gangster with this name is obviously not a friendly group. Even among the gangs integrated by the Esco family, they are well-known for their fighting style. And Adele and the other two's destination today - No. 52 Dangerous Rock Street is within the ruling area of ​​the Cassowary Party.

"Have you remembered the weapons we taught you?"

Adele rubbed Sophie's head. The Beyonders of the Criminal Path had a natural advantage in using firearms and explosives and mastering martial arts, but Sophie was still a minor, and her young body limited the use of these talents, which made Adele quite worried.

"Don't worry." Sophie took off the backpack from her back, but in a place where her vision was blocked, she directly pulled out a multi-barrel shotgun with a sawed-off barrel. The whole process was smooth, just like when she practiced at the Esco Bar last night.

Adele patted Sophie's shoulder approvingly and then stepped forward.

"Chexia is amazing. She has never seen a gun before, but she can master it in no time!"

Sophie praised without hiding her feelings, "And the gun-drawing technique that Aunt Wendy taught me, I watched it several times but couldn't figure out where she pulled the gun out, but you learned it in one go!"

"This kind of thing is child's play in front of the Demon Path Beyonders who are famous for their intrigues." Cecia didn't care. "And what about the 'American Iaijutsu' that Wendy mentioned? I thought you humans had come up with something new after all these years. To put it bluntly, it's just quick-drawing a gun."

"Although there were no muskets or anything like that in our time, the weapons of the demons were much more complicated than those things."

Cecia boasted and commented, "It may not be easy to describe it to you, but in the maritime legends I heard these days, there is an 'Immortal King' Agaritu. His ship 'Death Announcement' was what I built for fun. If I have a chance to see it, I will tell you more about it."

"Sister Cecia, you must be stronger than the 'Undying King' now, right?" Sophie asked naively.

“Ah, this…” Cecia’s originally cheerful voice suddenly stopped. After a while, she said awkwardly, “Well, the strength of a demon after blood rebirth depends entirely on the number of Beyonder characteristics in the host’s body. The Beyonder characteristics in your body now are only equivalent to Sequence 5, so I definitely can’t beat him now…”

(End of this chapter)