Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 27 Investigation
"The goddess only teaches us to be loyal to love, but does not specify the specific identity of the other person. I think that true love, like music, transcends identity and status, and even goes to species."

Britton stroked his hair gracefully.

"Honestly, I think you artists should have your brains examined at least once."

Altaïr suggested sincerely.

"That's a hurtful comment... but not as hurtful as your previous rejection." Britton showed an exaggerated expression of loss, "This pain makes me want to recite poetry."

"Ah, her flowers bloom all night long until dawn..."

"Stop, stop, stop."

Altaïr waved his hands irritably. Suddenly, he regretted coming here today. To be honest, he would rather quarrel with Venata all day than face the pursuit of a passionate man.

Before being promoted to Sequence 8 "Midnight Poet", Britten was an excellent violinist with considerable musical talent, so he was promoted very quickly on this path. He was also an outstanding person, but his passionate pursuit gave Altaïr a headache.

A man who likes the maid's "red gloves" and a senior butler with strange habits...Altaïr suddenly felt a little sad about what kind of people had mixed into the goddess's team of night watchers.

"But you can actually understand Lolota's hobbies..."

Altaïr was surprised. "I thought no one understood her idea of ​​a maid bringing peace of mind."

"Perhaps because I am also one of those who are not understood, I can understand this forbidden feeling - ah, unattainable love is like sweet poison..."

Britten sighed, pressing his left hand to his chest as if chanting.

"I just can't understand it. Anyway, as a normal man, when a woman hugs my arms, I just feel mixed emotions."

Altaïr shrugged.

"That's because you are still trapped in the shackles of the basic concept of love."

Britton said excitedly,

"But in fact, compared to these, we should pay more attention to the spiritual collision, the sublimation of love, the mutual fusion and resonance of two lonely souls, and other deeper things. Instead of paying attention to the stupid pieces of meat and fat, why not come with me to appreciate the marble-like body and the Quaternary-style bodybuilding..."

Seeing that Britton was getting out of control, Altaïr had already reached into his pocket and gripped his revolver, ready to hit him with the butt of the rifle to calm him down. However, at this moment, the door of the prayer room opened, and a black-haired lady with a slightly angry look walked out.

She had a good-looking face. As she had just come out of the prayer room, she was not wearing a hat and was wearing a butler's outfit similar to that of a male, consisting of a black vest, a white shirt, black tight trousers and leather boots of the same color. However, at this moment, her face was filled with anger for some reason.

"When I was praying just now, I heard someone singing outside and I knew it was you,"

Lorota said to Britton angrily,

"But how dare you say that it's a useless piece of meat? It's a symbol of the glory of motherhood, a dream shared by both men and women, right? When you lie on the legs of the maid wearing white socks that reach up to her heels, the sweet scent emanating from that perky symbol of motherhood can bring you enjoyment that is hundreds of times better than the vulgar muscles of those men?!"

"Hmph, superficial."

Britton snorted, "The soft flesh that is born is not enough to carry the lofty aspirations of an extraordinary person. We yearn for a strong body like a knight, emotional resonance with art, and something more elegant."

"A knight's body? You are not deliberately raising the value of a knight because you became a Nighthawk by mistake and cannot inherit the knighthood of your family, right?"

Lolota said sarcastically, "Wake up, the era of knights is over."

"But the heart of an artist never dies. We always pursue things we don't have, just like you pursue plump breasts."

Britton was not to be outdone and retorted.

"you!!!"

The two men refused to give in to each other and stared at each other, creating a tense atmosphere.

Seeing this, Altaïr had a feeling that today's trip might be in vain.

"Alright, alright, both of you take a step back..."

Altaïr sighed. Although the corridor behind the prayer room was well soundproofed, discussing such a topic in the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Night would probably be heard by the nuns outside, who would probably wave their silver candlesticks and chase us out...

"There is absolutely no room for compromise on issues related to this position!"

Lorota and Britton retorted in unison.

Don't insist on doing this in such a strange place... The corners of Altaïr's mouth twitched.

If I could defeat you two, I might have tied you up and taken you to see a psychiatrist. It is said that Emperor Roselle invented a device that can correct cognition through mild electrical stimulation...

Altaïr adjusted his breath and continued to persuade him: "We can talk about your personal preferences later. Now I want to ask you to help me obtain some files and information. You can use your identities as Nighthawks to go to the police station to retrieve them."

"The information I got from the police station..." Luo Luota's expression softened a little, "Then it's not confidential. It's not impossible for me to get it for you."

"However, the weather has been cold recently, and I don't feel like going out..." After saying that, Luo Luota yawned slightly, "After all, I am a 'corpse collector', not an 'insomniac'..."

"If you are willing to help me get a copy of the materials I need, I will invite you to go to Salma Café in Hillston District to open an annual pass. With the annual pass, you can have a private room in the café with good lighting and heating, and enjoy all kinds of freshly baked desserts made by the café's pastry chef for free. There is also a maid who will serve you throughout your use of the room, providing a lap pillow and ear cleaning services."

Altaïr leaned close to Lorota's ear and whispered,
"And the most important point is that the average bust size of those maids' uniforms is..."

For a moment, Altaïr seemed to see a green light coming out of the woman's eyes, which suddenly widened.

"How did you know about this place?" Lorota asked Altaïr in disbelief, holding her chest. "I didn't even know there was a store like this?"

"This is normal. This shop only accepts regular customers who know their place... After all, the goddess also respects the rights of women. If some men don't know what's good for them and touch them, the shop owner will be in trouble and may be invited to the police station for questioning."

Artair paused, as if to arouse Lorota's curiosity, and continued slowly: "When I visited a friend who lives in the Hillston area before, he told me about this place. You know, these major shareholders always have some connections."

"So, are you going?"

"I must go!" Luo Luota woke up from her fantasy, "What information do you want? I'll take you to the police station now!"

She was about to walk out of the church when she suddenly seemed to remember something and ran back to her prayer room.

"I'm going to change into a senior inspector's uniform. Please wait for me for a moment!"

"Altaïr, you are a person who knows how to think from other people's perspectives." Britton exclaimed, staring at Altaïr with a fiery gaze.

"This is a basic quality of a detective. We need to think from the perspective of the criminal so that we can find clues to his actions."

Altaïr raised his collar slightly, as if to block the burning gaze.

"So, if one day I committed a crime, would you put yourself in my shoes? Would you be aware of the intensity of my emotions?" Britton looked Altaïr straight in the eyes.

"Calm down, you are a Nighthawk, right? Don't say such dangerous things."

The corners of Altaïr's mouth twitched and became stiff.

Not to mention that after you commit a crime, you will definitely be cleared out internally instead of giving the reward to bounty hunters like us. Even if it is given to bounty hunters, it may not be my turn, right? Are you asking me to capture a Sequence 6 Requiem Master in order to kill a Sequence 8?
Thousands of words flashed through Altair's mind, but in the end he remained silent. Britton was even crazier than Lorota. If he really crossed some strange bottom line one day, his situation might be a little dangerous...

The bottom line in every sense, the danger in every sense!
Altaïr sighed and prayed that Ms. Lorota would come out as soon as possible. He did not dare to talk to Britton again, fearing that he would misunderstand him and find some strange way to talk to him, and then he would lose control of the situation.

Fortunately, driven by the maid's motivation, Lorota came out quickly, and Britton didn't have time to be alone with Altaïr for long. When Altaïr left the Temple of Tranquility, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The rest of the trip was relatively pleasant. Although Altaïr was not interested in maids, at least Lorota would not force him to wear a maid's outfit. While sitting in the carriage, Altaïr was still thinking about these things.

Will Britton stop bothering me once I'm promoted to Sequence 7 "Witch"? Altaïr seriously considered this possibility.

But what if Ms. Lorota pesters me to wear a maid outfit again? Thinking of this, Altaïr felt his spirituality was a little turbulent.

"What's wrong with you? You seem to be in a bad mood." Lolota, who was sitting opposite the carriage, asked with concern, "Did Britton bother you again just now?"

"It's not a big deal." Altaïr shook his head. "Do you always have your clairvoyance on? Isn't that a huge drain?"

"It's okay. I've been promoted to 'Psychic' and I have the ability to observe things like emotional colors without opening my psychic vision."

Lolota smiled kindly, but then showed an intoxicated expression.

"When I saw the shy maids' emotions gradually turn pink, I felt my heart melt~"

Is it too late for me to jump out of the car now? Altaïr stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the corners of his mouth, which were a little stiff. The muscles there became less flexible because of the subconscious twitching of the corners of his mouth. Regardless of whether he was promoted or not, he should stay away from these two guys in the future... Altaïr secretly made up his mind.

……

On the foggy sea, in the captain's cabin of the Blue Avenger.

Alger Wilson is holding a round fountain pen and writing in his voyage journal.

"October 10, sunny... Haha, this is just a customary statement. In fact, the sea is still covered with fog at this time. The only basis for our judgment of time is the clock on the ship. However, it has stopped several times during this period, so the actual time may not be so accurate. Only on days like today when the fog is slightly lighter can we rely on the sun to make a preliminary judgment of the time."

He shook his pen and continued writing:

"We are still sailing along the sea line. However, no matter how close we get to the sea line, the distance between us and it has not changed at all. In our eyes, it is still in that position, and it has been like this since it suddenly appeared from our field of vision. In this sea without a reference point, we cannot observe it specifically. These are the conclusions we reached before."

Alger pondered for a while and continued writing:

"We have also treated it as a barrier or other tangible objects such as other creatures and attacked it. However, the extraordinary abilities used by the shells we fired would disappear as if they hit the air, without even a splash."

This phenomenon was something Alger had never seen before in his many years of sailing, and it made him feel very difficult. Since the last Tarot meeting, he had been trying to find a way to break through that line. However, he failed again and again.

However, Alger was not that worried. After all, it was a task assigned by Mr. Fool. If it was not difficult, he would not be worthy of the status and position of the Sea God. Moreover, he had been in regular contact with Miss Magician some time ago and obtained certain supplies through her "teleportation". As a Beyonder in the Storm Path, desalinating seawater was not a problem for him. As for food, with the supplies from the Magician and those mushrooms, Alger was not afraid of consumption at all.

"If there is still no result next week, I will ask the Mysterious Queen for help through Ms. Hermit at the Tarot Club. I hope she can give me some relevant information. After all, she has been at sea longer than I thought." Alger thought relaxedly, took the glass of light beer and took a sip, and then almost vomited.

Why is it so unpalatable? It has a bitter and fishy smell... Alger took a look at the beer in the glass. White foam was floating on top of the yellow liquid. It looked very beautiful and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

Alger doubtfully poured the white foam on top into the trash can, wanting to see what was wrong with the wine. The white foam also slid into the trash can normally, hanging on the waste paper that Alger had thrown into it.

Wait, it's hanging on the paper? Alger suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly lowered his head to take a closer look. This time he was so frightened that he suddenly threw out a miniature lightning bolt, which hit the trash can directly!
The white substance hanging on the waste paper was not beer foam, but a group of flocculent hyphae that grew wildly and continuously secreted yellow and white liquid! The wine in the glass left the white hyphae and suddenly turned into a leathery brown color, as if something had died!
(End of this chapter)