Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 292 Letter

After paying five silver coins, Azik Eggers walked upstairs carrying his suitcase.

It was a nice room: clean, tidy, with no dark stains of unknown origin on the floor, and a large, bright window with a view of the snow-capped mountains and a glimpse of the sea in the distance.

He nodded in satisfaction and opened the suitcase he had brought with him.

For a person traveling across the world, his luggage was too little: two sweaters, three pairs of wool socks, two bundles of ten-pound bills, a small bag of Feysac gold and silver coins, and twelve candles wrapped in cloth bags. All of the above only took up one-third of the suitcase.

Of the remaining two-thirds of the suitcase, half was filled with neatly stacked letters. One letter after another, with the same neat handwriting, it could be seen that these letters were all written by the same person.

The last third contained envelopes and blank letter paper that were almost equal to the number of letters. Azik pulled out a piece of paper and took out a round-bellied fountain pen from his chest pocket. At a time when most people were still using dip pens, this kind of water-absorbing fountain pen was very valuable, but Azik casually inserted it in front of his chest.

He sat down at the thick cypress square table, thought for a while, and then started writing.

"My dear student Klein Moretti:"

"This is my thirty-seventh letter since you fell asleep. In the last letter, I jokingly asked if I should call you 'Lord of Mysteries' now, but I think you probably don't like me calling you that. After all, you are facing the most difficult choice right now, and it is not easy to maintain your humanity."

Having written this, Azik smiled gently, looked at the scene outside the window, and continued writing.

"Do you remember my dream that I told you about before? At that time, I wanted to go on vacation in Winter County of Loen Kingdom and the north of Feysac Empire, skiing, sightseeing, and fishing for seals..."

"A few days ago, I boarded the newly reopened flight to Feysac. And today, I arrived at Indo Port."

"Due to the impact of the war you mentioned, this route was cut off for a whole year. I waited at the port for a week before the first passenger ship arrived."

"Of course, I can use the spirit world shuttle to easily reach the destination, but this time, I want to see something different if possible. My previous experience was with the 'Death Archon' of the Balam Empire, not Azik Eggers."

Outside the window, the sounds of the porters bargaining approached and then faded away, and then the next unfamiliar voice repeated the process, like waves hitting the shore.

Azik wrote slowly and carefully, looking up at the view outside the window from time to time, or picking up the letter to check carefully for spelling mistakes before continuing to write.

"It seems that the porters here haven't worked for a long time. When they saw the ship approaching, they looked like a group of ants surrounding a sugar cube from the high gangway."

"When I was the Archon of Death, I had a similar experience. I sat high up on a pyramid, watching the slaves carry earth and rocks to raise my throne. However, what these people see now is something I didn't see back then."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Azik capped the pen, clipped the half-written letter on the pen, got up and went to open the door.

At the door was a lady wearing a black double-breasted dress who looked like a patrol officer. However, patrol officers would not openly carry double-barreled shotguns on their backs.

One of her hands held the strap of her shotgun, and the other held a black cloth bag. Her long dress with a lapel was embroidered with the emblem of honeysuckle, which Azik had seen on the ship when he came here.

Is it someone from this shipping company? Azik guessed.

The expression on the other person's face was familiar yet unfamiliar to Azik. It was similar to the expression on the hundreds of faces he had seen at the dock just now. It was a relaxed expression after making a major decision.

"What's the matter?" Azik smiled friendly and asked the patrol lady.

"Routine propaganda." The other party took out a crudely printed propaganda from the black pocket and said, "Excuse me, can you read?"

Azik nodded, and the woman breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's great. Now I don't have to bother explaining it. Just read it yourself. I won't bother you any more."

Then she handed the leaflet to Azik Eggers and continued walking to the next house.

Azik closed the door, returned to the table and began to read the notice.

"Notice on the adjustment of policies towards Beyonders in the Dock District, Claw Corner District, and North District..."

When he saw this line of words, Azik couldn't help rubbing his eyes, suspecting that he had seen it wrong.

Can extraordinary abilities be publicized like this? Isn't the Church of the God of War afraid that the believers' faith in the God of War will be shaken?
Azik recalled it again and found out with embarrassment that the Church of the God of War didn't seem to be afraid of this.

——Klein said in the letter that the God of War has fallen.

A country like Feysac, which only allows one religion to exist, faced social turmoil after the fall of its own god. This was unimaginable and incomparable to any other country like Loen... Azik sighed.

Even the highly centralized Balam Empire allowed its ally, the Witch Cult (then called the Witch Family), to develop power in its own country through reproduction, just in case.

In this situation where the only god has fallen, it is not surprising that people make any kind of decisions in order to stabilize social order... Azik nodded and continued to look down.

The content of this leaflet is actually quite limited. It only introduces to ordinary people that there are indeed extraordinary powers in this world, and that the acquisition of such power is accompanied by dangers. It emphasizes the importance of official extraordinary people and calls on people with similar ideas to join the church and not to try those unknown means casually.

In terms of content alone, there is indeed nothing wrong with this leaflet, and it provides the most stable and safest path for those who want to gain extraordinary power - joining the church.

The flyer states that after joining the church, the church will arrange jobs for those people, and will select them according to their performance. The best candidates will be selected, and the rest of the unsuccessful candidates must work in the positions arranged by the church for ten years. The income is not high, but at least it guarantees stability.

After the war, Beyonder powers were initially exposed to ordinary people. Due to the nature of rumors, Azik had heard all kinds of bizarre rumors along the way. Some exaggerated the magic of Beyonder powers, saying that a Sequence Nine could reach the level of a demigod; others exaggerated the dangers, saying that mastering Beyonder powers would turn you into a monster, and that you would be in danger of death.

Compared to publicly disclosing the existence of extraordinary powers, allowing these rumors to spread would be the greatest destruction to social stability...

Azik soon realized the crux of the problem. At present, among the winners of the God War, the three factions of Earth, Storm, and Night have already done their best to digest the Steam Believers in Loen. As for the believers of the Feysac Empire far away in the west of the continent, I am afraid that they can only use this method to digest as much as possible.

Azik estimated that such propaganda would surely allow the number of official Beyonders in the Feysac Empire to recover quickly. Although this would certainly lead to many Beyonder believers being intercepted by other scattered forces, the Goddess of Night, who had replaced the God of War, would definitely benefit the most.

In fact, this is the best way. The end of the world is coming, and there is no time to care about how much others have eaten. What matters is what you do to harvest a large number of high-quality anchors in a short period of time.

Anyway, there are a lot of believers in Feysac. The Church of the God of War has developed for thousands of years to control the territory. Even if the remaining six major churches divide it together, they will definitely not be able to eat it all in less than ten years. Instead of deliberately restricting others, it is better for everyone to rely on their own abilities...

Azik pressed his temples out of habit, trying to free himself from these thoughts.

These are not things I want to think about right now. I am just a history teacher on vacation, preparing to go seal fishing in northern Feysac...

Azik withdrew his thoughts, folded up the flyer and stuffed it into the box, preparing to continue writing to Klein.

"…Just now, a security guard who looked like a shipping company came to the room to publicize the Beyonder policy. I believe you were surprised when you first heard about this, because I was almost as surprised as you just now. But I think this is a good thing, at least for the people of Feysac."

"I did think that when the end of the world comes, the seven gods who originally hated each other for fighting for faith will make some changes. However, this change is much greater than I imagined. It is so great that only by experiencing it personally can you realize that you are being carried forward by the times."

"Therefore, my description may not convey my shock, so I sincerely hope that you can wake up soon and witness the changes brought about by your choice."

After finishing, he held up the letter and checked it again, signed his name "Azik Eggers" at the end, then skillfully built an altar for the sacrificial ceremony with the candle in his pocket and watched the letter disappear in the sudden flames.

After doing all this, Azik let out a breath, opened the door, and came to the lobby of the hotel.

After working for a long time, he was a little hungry. Although he had almost no need to eat after becoming a demigod, and a demigod of the path of the god of death, in order to maintain his humanity, he would still deliberately allow himself to have similar desires.

Azik was one of the first to get off the ship, so when he arrived at the hotel, there were not many people in the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel. But now, the place has been crowded with tourists, and it is not easy to find an empty bench.

"Sir, you can share a table with others, or have the food delivered to your room for an extra kopeck per meal."

The restaurant waiter in a black vest came up and said, his forearms exposed under his rolled-up shirt were muscular and had a tattoo of an anchor on them. It was obvious that he was not yet used to all the red tape.

Were they pirates or gangsters? Azik thought with amusement and looked around to see if there was any place to share a table.

However, wherever you look, there are people everywhere, and almost every bench is packed with people, like a nest of farmed quails.

"Then, one kipper, one pie plate with white bread, one mate tea, and bring it to ..."

Azik was about to say that he would just send it to his room, but suddenly he found a table in the corner with an empty seat. On the other side of the table sat the lady who looked like a patrolman he had just seen, so he changed his words in time:
"Just send it there, I'll go share the table."

The waiter, who didn't make any extra money, sighed in disappointment and turned to inform the kitchen to prepare the food. Azik walked steadily towards the empty seat and politely greeted the lady.

"Nice to meet you again, ma'am." Azik took off his hat and saluted. "Can I share a table?"

"Go ahead, as long as you don't feel uncomfortable sharing a table with a former gang member."

The other party was obviously a little surprised, but did not show any displeasure.

"A gang member?" Azik raised his eyebrows in surprise, but sat down opposite her without caring. "To be honest, I can't tell at all. You look more like a mounted police officer than a gangster."

"This is what the boss, no, the boss's wife wanted... Never mind."

The lady hesitated, but quickly waved it off as no big deal.

"We were indeed members of a gang before, but the boss has now connected with the church group, and now the family is a semi-official organization."

The other man broke his portion of white bread and used it to push aside the soup in the deep dish.

"This set of clothes was recently customized by the family for us former thugs to wear. Now, not only do we dress like mounted police, but we also do things similar to those police officers before."

She suddenly realized, "Oh, you're not from here, so you don't know my name. Let me introduce you to Kerri Hilson, the debt collector of the Esco family. Now,

Kelly looked at the black double-breasted coat she was wearing and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I'm half a mounted police officer."

"Azik Eggers, formerly a teacher of the history department at Hoy University in Tingen, Ahowa County, Loen Kingdom."

Azik nodded, "But now I have to resign for some reasons."

"What's the matter with coming to Feysac? As for making money, I don't think there is anything to earn."

Kelly scooped up a spoonful of soup and vegetables with a spoon. "If there was such an opportunity to get rich overnight, the family would have found it long ago."

Azik smiled gently: "No, I just came here to spend a long vacation and do some rehabilitation exercises. By the way, do you know where the best place for seal fishing in the Kingdom of Feysac is?"

(End of this chapter)