Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 240 Britton

"Those witches actually ran away?"

The next day, after hearing Britton and his retelling, the local Nighthawks captain was quite surprised.

“Mr. Britton, you are a Sequence 6 Elite Nightwatchman. There shouldn’t be any major problems with your investigation. How could they have discovered it in advance…”

"I should have reminded you not to investigate those witches in the Nighthawks' normal way."

Luo Luota interrupted him rudely, "Those witches were able to evade even Backlund's Nighthawks' investigation. Do you think they don't know about the Nighthawks' routine investigation methods? I'm afraid they had already caught wind of it when you started the search."

"If we hadn't arrived earlier, I'm afraid you would still be doing useless work in the dock area..."

Lolota wanted to say something else, but Britton raised his hand to stop her.

"Anyway, during this time we will continue to help you track down those witches."

Britton stood up and prepared to leave. "You can put the patrol of the city on hold for now. Nothing will be caught this way, and it will only make those witches more vigilant. If your night watchmen find similar traces, don't try to follow them. Tell me directly if you have any news."

Afterwards, he pulled the somewhat depressed Lolota, and the two of them walked out of the Night Watcher headquarters disguised as a security company.

"What a bunch of ignorant people. I have repeatedly stressed to them in the telegram that they should not act rashly. For those witches who are already frightened, even the simplest investigation can arouse their vigilance..."

Lolota scratched her hair irritably.

"I hate this city. There are no coffee shops or maids, and it's full of self-righteous guys."

She kicked the stones on the road in anger, and Britton comforted her softly.

"Would you like to go to the street to change your mood?"

Britton suggested, "Although the maids here are all the kind of Feysac hybrids who can bench press a hundred-pound barbell, if you just want to relax, there should be other places to go."

Miss Hall's protection work is currently being undertaken by the local Mandated Punishers, who have more manpower, so Britton and the others are temporarily free and even have time to cooperate with the local Beyonders to catch fugitives.

"Forget it. I'd better stay with the servants that Miss Hall brought with her..."

Lolota shook her head listlessly. "Oh, it would be great if Miss Hall could wear a maid outfit... If I could really see a scene like that, I would be willing to sacrifice the remaining 10 years, no, 20 years of my life for it."

"You are completely hopeless."

Britton shook his head and sighed, "May the goddess forgive this guy who has lost his mind due to beauty."

……

Leaving Lorota behind, Britton went out into the street alone.

His marriage to Lolota was just a formality, and they didn't actually interfere with each other's lives. It was just a means to cover up. After all, in this era, their relationship with the person they truly loved would never be blessed.

Although they had been partners for so long and had a close relationship, they both knew that it was more of a comradeship. Therefore, when Lorota didn't want to go out to relax, Britton didn't make any similar requests to Lorota as a nominal couple.

There were few pedestrians on the main street of Constance. Britton even suspected that if Miss Hall's special car had not arrived in Constance, this place might be even quieter than it is now. At least the clothing stores in front might not be open.

Although Miss Hall would definitely not wear such cheap clothes, the maid outfit that Lorota expected could only appear in her own imagination, but the number of servants and subordinates brought by Miss Hall was nearly a hundred people, and they were the potential customers of these stores.

With the intention of relaxing, Britton walked into a clothing store that was the closest to him and looked clean. Lorota's birthday was coming soon, and he planned to buy her a scarf or something else as a gift.

Although their actual relationship was not suitable for giving such gifts, it was necessary to maintain this false status.

Britton thought this as he rummaged through the pile of silk accessories that were randomly stacked together.

The clothing stores here sell all kinds of imitation aristocratic clothing that is popular in Backlund. Although these scarves do not look much different from those on display in Backlund's luxury stores at first glance, in fact, the difference can be seen at a glance by those who know the goods.

Of course, Lorota didn't care about that. After all, in her opinion, as long as the maids couldn't see the difference, it didn't matter to her. However, she had a similar attitude when buying similar things for Britton, which resulted in most of the counterfeit products they got.

"Please pay the bill."

The Loenese language with an Intis accent came from the front desk. This was not uncommon in the local area, so Britton did not pay much attention to it.

"Yes, four dark blue linen bathrobes, four brown ladies' riding suits with long skirts and breeches, four ladies' bonnets and four olive beaver capes."

The clerk counted the money excitedly and said, "The total is fifty-four pounds and eight soli. I'll give you the other eight soli for free."

Buying so many clothes at once?

Britton raised his eyebrows. The number of clothes the other party bought reminded him of the number of witches on the run, which made his body suddenly tense up.

Because he was just out to relax, he didn't bring any weapons, especially the huge Sealed Artifact 2-172. If he met the witch with the highest sequence among them in this situation - according to intelligence, she, who was at Sequence 6, was responsible for the witches' contact with the outside world - she would most likely not be a match for him.

After all, his injuries haven't fully healed yet, and the witch is an extraordinary being with very strong frontal combat capabilities!
Britton carefully turned around under the cover of the clothes hanger and quickly glanced towards the counter through the gap between the clothes.

He saw the red-haired woman who took the bag of clothes from the boss without any disguise. Although her appearance was first-rate in the eyes of ordinary people, Britton did not feel the charm of that strange and extraordinary level.

Not a "witch"...

Britton breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't completely let his guard down.

At this moment, the shop owner asked curiously, "Miss, I have never seen you before. Is this your first time in Constance?"

Later, Britton heard the red-haired lady answer in a friendly manner: "I didn't stay in Constance for a long time. I spent most of my time working on that ironclad ship."

(End of this chapter)