Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 241 Game within a game
That ironclad ship?
Britton couldn't help but frown.

There is no gender equality on the sea where the Lord of Storms is widely believed. Many ships do not even allow women to board as crew members, believing that they will bring misfortune.

(Judging from the size of the clothes, these clothes belonged to at least three people...which is unusual.)
All kinds of thoughts flashed through Britton's mind quickly. Finally, he gritted his teeth, released a tiny spirit, let it dive into the ground, and quietly followed the red-haired woman.

Spirits that rely on the earth to sneak can effectively block spiritual vision, and Britton is confident that he will not be discovered by anyone.

Afterwards, he lost the desire to go shopping and quickly left the store after picking up a scarf at random.

While confirming the movement trajectory of the spirit, Britton quickly ran back to the hotel where Lorota was staying.

"Although it's not nice to disturb your interest..."

Britton pushed open the door of the room, causing the maid inside who was providing lap pillow service to Lolotta at her request to exclaim.

"But now I have something important to tell you."

……

"So, you seem to have found the location of those witches. They might be on that ironclad ship?"

After finally calming the frightened maid down and convincing her that Britton was not here out of jealousy to catch the adulterer, Lorota tidied up her messy clothes and spoke to Britton who was checking the weapons.

"Right, so I plan to sneak into that ship."

Britton carefully loaded the revolver and the extraordinary bullets and checked his condition.

"This is an emergency. Please notify Miss Hall and the local night watchmen for me."

Lolota wanted to say something. She felt that it was dangerous to do so, but she couldn't put her finger on why. She could only watch Britton quickly put on his clothes and disguise himself, then prepare to open the door and leave.

"Oh, right," Britton suddenly seemed to remember something, and took out a crudely made box from his pocket. Under Lolota's surprised gaze, he threw the box to the female night watchman sitting on the bed.

"This is a birthday present. Judging from the current trend, I might still be on the ship when it's your birthday, so I'll give it to you in advance."

Lolota took the box and wanted to say something, but she felt that she had lost her rhetoric ability inexplicably. Finally, when Britton was about to close the door, she shouted out a sentence that she didn't know whether it was appropriate or not.

Come back early, Lorota shouted.

Knowing that, Britten clicked his half-high silk hat, slung his violin bag over his shoulder, and closed the door.

The moment Britton closed the door, Lolota suddenly remembered the strange feeling that she had just ignored - if the four witches were really on the boat, then the boat was likely the witches' lair. Even if it wasn't, it was also not a place Britton should sneak into.

I have to go get him back, this thought flashed through Lolota's mind.

However, before this idea could be put into practice, it disappeared from Lorota's mind.

She was silent for a while, then suddenly her body shook, as if she was wondering why she was crying, but she soon forgot about such abnormalities.

Outside the hotel, Britton, who had already walked a few steps, suddenly looked back subconsciously, but saw nothing. The artificial cloth flowers on the balcony of Lorota's room were still fluttering in the wind.

After a confused look at the scene on the balcony, Britton turned and left.

……

In the hotel corridor, the shadow of the gas lamp suddenly flowed like water waves, then swirled and gathered upwards, forming the figure of a woman in a black printed long skirt.

Her face was blurred, like a mass of flowing black liquid, fixed by an invisible extraordinary force, forming the structure of a human body.

"…As you said, I let him on board."

Miss Hall, who was formed by shadows, said to the empty corridor, "Try not to let him die... After all, he is a member of the Goddess Church."

"That's true, but after I escape, he will only be dead in name only."

The air in front of Miss Hall was abnormally distorted, as if something was distorting the light. The figure of Gagran, wearing a plain black robe, emerged and talked to Miss Hall, who was also dressed in black.

“Thanks to your help this time. In the process of continuous rebirth as an ‘Undead’, I have prepared in advance the rituals for advancing to Sequence 3 or even directly to Angel. As long as you find the corresponding Beyonder characteristics, you can be promoted immediately. After I reach Sequence 3, even if Adele’s prayers don’t yield any results, I can help you confirm the status of the Original Witch through other means.”

Gaglan spoke in her usual lazy tone, as if she was not thanking anyone, but talking about something ordinary. Fortunately, Miss Hall didn't care much.

"Is this the ability of the Black Knight? I didn't realize it before."

Gagran looked at the blurry figure made of black liquid and exclaimed, "Then your real body should be discussing future cooperation with my daughter right now, right?"

"She has a lot of creative ideas. Although I developed her to investigate the original witch, her performance so far is actually worth the cost of training her."

Miss Hall's shadow double spoke in a way that was difficult for ordinary people to understand, indirectly confirming Gagran's question.

"It's surprising that you think so highly of her."

Gagran raised an eyebrow, "I hope you don't forget what your purpose is by then."

"I am the Black Knight," Shadow repeated emotionlessly. "I know when to make sacrifices."

"This sentence is not only about Adele, but also a piece of advice to you."

Gagran said nothing more, but activated his ability to make his body fade and become transparent again.

"It's getting late. I should sneak onto the ship soon. It would be hard to explain if the Night Watcher finds something before the ship leaves the shore."

"Then I wish you success." The human figure made up of shadows did not try to keep him. He placed his hands on his chest and performed a knight's etiquette. Then he turned back into some liquid substance and merged into the shadows.

By the time Lolota seemed to sense something and walked out of the room, the corridor had returned to calm, as if nothing unusual had ever happened.

The maid who had been with Luoluota just now heard the noise and came out from the next room. Seeing Luoluota's appearance, she couldn't help but step forward and asked with concern:

"You, do you need anything else?"

Lolota gave a tired smile.

"No... I don't know why, but I suddenly feel a little tired and want to be alone for a while."

(End of this chapter)