Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 23 Afternoon Tea for Witches and Hunters (Updated)

Just like that, got it?
When Venata left the church with the wooden box containing the "Arsonist" extraordinary characteristic, she was still a little unbelievable. After opening the lid of the box, she saw that the fiery red crystal was still shining in the box, proving that all this was not an illusion.

Sister Vespe is too naive... What if I take the trait and run away? She, a warrior, won't be able to locate me?
While she was happy, Vinata felt that Sister Vespe was a little desperate and was trying every possible means.

However, fortunately, I have obtained the characteristics, and I will go back tonight to take the potion to advance. Both the blood of the salamander and the hydrangea are not difficult to obtain. Even in ordinary herbal medicine stores, these two materials can be found.

When Vinata thought of this, her steps became lighter.

On the way, she saw a stall selling Dixie pies. After a struggle, she decided to buy two. Even if Altaïr didn't come back, she could still eat them. And the meal he cooked yesterday was pretty good. There was no need to make things too awkward. Moreover, in the Feysac Empire, men like Altaïr who were willing to do housework were almost extinct in the slums.

When I complete my promotion, I will go to him to discuss cooperation in exploring the Kingdom of Twilight. However, I have to consider the reaction of the demigod behind him. When she came to my dream last night to give me the task, I was really shocked... In front of that lady, I had no idea of ​​resisting or running away. I even felt that just looking at her would cause irreversible damage to myself.

While calculating, Venata took out the key and opened the door. However, the moment she entered the room, she smelled blood and disinfectant in the room, and saw the chandelier on the ceiling was missing. Fortunately, Altaïr greeted her in time, which made her relax.

……

"So, you got the main ingredients for the potion now?"

Altaïr asked incredulously, "Who is this Sister Vespe? I wonder how someone like her has not been killed yet."

"When you can split a warship in two with a mace and a flail, you won't have to worry about that problem anymore."

Vinata rolled her eyes. Not everyone has the guts to betray a Guardian that even a Sequence 5 with a fleet can't defeat. Moreover, not everyone has the heart to betray a nun like this.

"I'll give you a pie to shut your mouth. If you can't speak, don't speak."

Venata shoved the bag of pies into Altaïr's hands and said unhappily.

"It's really interesting that 'provocateurs' find other people's words offensive."

Altaïr sneered and said nothing more on the topic. He took a bite of the pie, and the fresh aroma of fruit and meat filling exploded in his mouth, making him feel like he was on the beach of Disi Bay.

"By the way, what's with the chandelier?"

Venata pointed to a large empty space on the ceiling.

"It's a long story." Altaïr thought for a moment, "It has to start with Gagran."

……

"So, Gagran was a man before?" Vinata covered her mouth in surprise.

"Yes." Altaïr nodded. "Besides, she has the Witch Cult behind her... No wonder she dares to answer all the questions. Perhaps creating chaos and tragedy is what her role requires."

"Wait, you and Gagran are both assassins, which means you will also become a female after Sequence 7?"

Venata suddenly asked as if she suddenly remembered something.

"If you ever mention this again I'll throw you out of my house."

Altaïr's face turned stern and he glared at Venata.

"So it's true?" Venata was not afraid of Altaïr's threats at all, but came up to him and asked with a gloating look. "It's not polite, but can I laugh for a moment?"

"You'll have ten seconds," Altaïr said through gritted teeth. "If you exceed that, you'll have to make dinner yourself."

"No problem." Vinata winked.

Then, a loud laugh was heard from No. 17 Rose Street, startling the sparrows on the eaves. The laughter suddenly disappeared until a dull knocking sound and a muffled cry of pain were heard.

"How's your job search going?" Altaïr retracted his knife, calmed down his anger, and prepared to change the subject.

Vinata, who had been squatting on the ground with her head in her hands, stood up as if nothing had happened, walked to the place where Altaïr had put the milk yesterday, poured herself a glass of milk as if she were familiar with it, and threw a piece of sugar into it.

"When you receive an assassination order, can you complete it in one day? This is like looking for a job, not a pie in the sky."

That's not necessarily true. You almost died the day before yesterday...

Altaïr thought about it, but didn't say it out loud. Venata sat back across from Altaïr with the milk in her hand, took a sip, and continued, "I just submitted my application to the newspaper's mailbox today. I have to wait for them to reply and confirm the interview time."

"I see... I have to go to the herbal medicine store this afternoon to buy some medicine for the cold. Do you want to go too?" Altaïr glanced at the milk cup in the other's hand. "Also, clean the cup after drinking. That's the milk cup I usually use. I left it for you on the second shelf of the cupboard."

"Tsk, why are you so particular..." Venata complained, "I'm going to the herbalist's shop this afternoon to buy salamander blood as an auxiliary ingredient for the potion. Is there a herbalist's shop nearby?"

"There is one, owned by a Feynaporte."

Altaïr picked up the teacup that had been placed aside and took a sip of the tea that had already cooled down a little.

"Would you like to have afternoon tea? I see you don't look very full."

Altaïr raised his cup to Venata.

"Although I don't have luxury items like cakes and fruit tarts, I still have some cheese trifles."

"To be honest, I never thought that your family would prepare sponge cakes."

Venata watched in surprise as Altaïr found a sponge cake in a plastic container in the cupboard.

"I love sweets. When I went out on an assassination mission, I left ten pounds for the little girl next door. I asked her to stock my food cabinet with new sweets every three days. If I didn't come back after three days, she could take the sweets home."

Altaïr searched in the cupboard and took out a bottle of jam and a piece of cheese as big as a human face. He washed the cheese with some water to remove the dust, then picked up a knife from the table, scraped off the outermost layer of cheese and put it on his plate, then pushed the cheese, jam and sponge cake in front of Venata.

"Would you like tea or coffee? Or would you like to continue drinking milk?" Altaïr sat down again opposite Venata. "I don't mind, but I'm not sure when little Sophie last came over. The milk I drank yesterday seemed a little stale."

Vinata's expression suddenly became complicated, but she still forced herself to finish the glass of milk, and then pushed the empty cup towards Altaïr's hand.

Altaïr smiled and said nothing more. He poured some hot water into Venata's cup to wash off the milk stains, then refilled it with tea.

"Let's try it. The gunpowder green tea I bought earlier is said to be a high-end product hand-rolled by the indigenous people in the colony. I don't like smoking, so I have to have something to keep me awake."

"Isn't this a high-end product that costs a penny per gram? How dare you be willing to give it to me?"

Vinata was a little surprised.

"You know this? Was it smuggled by the Blackland Party before?" Altaïr waved his hand dismissively. "After all, today is my first time having afternoon tea with someone else. Just think of it as me being a little excited. You'll have to beg me if you want to drink next time."

"Tsk, you stingy guy." Vinata curled her lips, took the cup and looked at it carefully, watching the tea leaves curled into a ball slowly burst open in the hot water.

"The native colonists also liked to add mint or other herbs to the tea, saying that this would make the tea taste better."

Altaïr picked up a small piece of cheese and put it in his mouth.

"It's a bit strange to use this kind of hard cheese as a dessert for afternoon tea. Normally, it should be cut into cubes and added to the dishes for seasoning. But I don't feel like cooking now, so you can cut it yourself and eat all the desserts Sophie prepared."

"To be honest, I didn't expect you to be like this before this."

Venata looked at the busy Altaïr and couldn't help but say, "When you smashed my lily, I thought you were the kind of bounty hunter who only had a dagger and a double-barreled shotgun at home, who would hang out in brothels whenever he had time and who would come home smelling of cigarettes every day."

"Goddess, that description does sound infuriating. However, I don't like that kind of lifestyle, although it is an option."

Altaïr smiled, picked up a piece of sponge cake, broke it open and put it into his mouth. The sweet aroma lingered in his mouth for a long time.

"Let's have afternoon tea now. The tea is getting cold."

(End of this chapter)