Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 3: Hunter, Hiding in the City of Hope
After Altaïr left, Gagran yawned and wanted to go back to sleep. However, at this moment, the wind chimes at the door rang again.

"Damn it..." Gagran complained, looking up at the door. What's wrong with this guy Altair? She scratched her hair in annoyance.

However, it was not Altaïr who came in this time.

A woman with blond hair and blue eyes was quietly closing the wooden door. She was tall, about the same height as Altaïr.

She was wearing a large hooded cloak that partially concealed her face. Had Altaïr been here, he would have recognized her immediately.

"Can't you come during business hours, Vinata?" Gagran sighed heavily. "As a bar owner, my upside-down day and night life has already caused immeasurable damage to my skin, and now you want to shorten my rest time!"

"I'm sorry, Gagran." Venata apologized politely, "But you also know that as an executioner of the Zmanger Party, if I come here when the bar is open, it may affect your sales."

"The main source of income for my bar is not these drinks, but the commission from the Beyonders' gatherings..." Geglan continued to complain, but his voice was much quieter.

"If you think it's not good, I'll pay attention next time." Vinata looked at Gagran sincerely, her blue eyes twinkling, very beautiful.

"That's not what I meant... Oh, forget it." Gagran shook his head vigorously. For some reason, Vinata had changed recently. Although she was fierce in fighting before, she was surprisingly sincere to others. Although she was still sincere to others recently, she could make others speechless. "Want a glass of 'half and half'?"

"Yes." Venata took out two five-sol notes and pushed them over. "By the way, tell me what's going on recently."

Gagran put away the banknotes and nodded. "You'd better be more restrained in your recent activities. Those gangs have placed a commission with me for 200 pounds for your head."

"It's really surprising that I'm only worth 200 pounds in their eyes." Venata shrugged. "And then, will anyone take it? Of course, if it's those ordinary thugs, it won't make any difference whether they take it or not."

"Yes. He is probably Sequence 9, and is very good at combat, whether it is assassination, shooting or fighting. He is good at sneaking in the shadows and then delivering a fatal blow." Gagran reported the news about Altaïr as if nothing had happened.

The black street's Gagran, who claims to "answer all questions", only listens to secrets, but won't keep secrets for others unless they are willing to pay extra. It stands to reason that doing this would be enough to kill her dozens of times, but she is still fine, still running the "Crucible and Top Hat" pub in the East District, and organizing a wild Beyonder gathering.

"That sounds interesting." Venata pinched her finger bones, making a clicking sound. "I'm actually looking forward to it. I hope he can still maintain his masculinity when I catch him."

"Maybe. By the way, there's a party tonight. Do you want to come and see it?"

Gagran placed the prepared drink on Venata's table.

"Yeah. That's great. I also need to buy some things to make some preparations." Vinata picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

"Oh my God, it's such a waste to give you a cocktail." Gegelan looked at the other person with some heartache as he drank the cocktail in one gulp like a cow chewing a peony. Finally, he picked up the lemon slice on the rim of the cup, put it into his mouth, chewed it, and then swallowed it without changing his expression.

"If you drink like this again next time, you'll only have Southville beer to waste when you come next time," Gagran warned.

"Okay, okay, but if there really is a next time, I mean if, can you replace Southwell beer with Blackland or Lilangqi?"

Vinata quickly smiled.

"Don't even think about it," Gagran glared at her angrily, "and don't say I didn't warn you. If you keep drinking like this, you'll be found drunk and drowned in the Tussock River sooner or later!"

"If the guy who picked me up is more handsome and gentle, I don't mind making use of my remaining energy." Vinata stretched, revealing her slender waist and attractive curves, and of course, the meat saw and blowpipe on her waist.

"You're crazy about men." Gegelan glared at her. "I see you're at that age now, how about finding someone to marry?"

"Looking for someone to marry? Here? In the East District? You must be kidding."

Vinata shook her head like a rattle. "The men here are all bachelors who only know how to drink and can't even cook. Those who live honestly have long been overwhelmed by life. Those who have the energy to look for women are all gangsters, and they are just indulging themselves in lust. People like that might as well marry a steel pipe. It's strong and durable, and you don't have to worry about it. You can pick it up and hit people when you fight."

"Marry a pole, I like that."

Gagran burst out laughing, took out a wine glass and poured himself a glass.

"When you get married, please send me an invitation. I want to see which man chooses your steel pipe."

"Well, how about a toast to Pole?" Vinata winked playfully.

"Cheers to the steel pipe." The two men picked up their glasses and drank them all.

"But don't you guys in Feysac pay much attention to these things?" Gegran tried to raise his heavy eyelids, "Why do you consider male ethics when you are really looking for a man?"

"We in Feysac also take these very seriously. It's Intis who doesn't care." Vinata stretched out her slender index finger to pick up the remaining ice in the cup. "Besides, I don't know how to do housework at all. Someone has to know how to do it."

"Then how about hiring a maid? A maid who does odd jobs doesn't cost much."

Gagran suggested, recalling the price Altaïr had mentioned.

"That won't do. What if he runs away with the maid?"

Venata replied with a pout.

"A male servant would be fine, too."

"But if the manservant is too handsome, I'm afraid I'll run away with him..."

"Then you should stay single." Gegelan made a helpless expression, "Okay, now you've talked and drank all day, it's almost time to go back and clean up to prepare for the party tonight. I need to get some sleep now."

Vinata gestured to leave, then stood up, straightened the belt with the meat cleaver and blowgun hanging on it, and prepared to leave.

"By the way, I have another question." A frivolous whistle sounded, and Gaglan's voice came from behind, "What if the guy who takes this mission is a handsome guy who meets your aesthetic standards? Will you fall in love with that guy?"

"Well, maybe." Venata paused and thought for a moment, "If he died honestly, I would fall in love with him."

As she walked out of the bar, Venata pulled the hood of her cloak down to cover her face.

She had originally planned to eat something at the bar, but from Gegelan's look, it was clear that he didn't plan to prepare a special meal for her at this time. So after thinking it over, she decided to find a small restaurant to fill her stomach first, then rest there for a while, and then go directly to the Beyonder party at the bar in the evening.

At the same time, in a small hotel, Audrey Hall took out a gold pocket watch and checked the time. Then she waved her hand gently, set up a spiritual wall to seal the room, closed her eyes and whispered:

"A fool who does not belong to this age;"

"The mysterious master above the gray fog;"

"The King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

After a moment, a crimson light flickered, and a gray mist surged up like a tide, enveloping her soul, and rushed into the ancient bronze temple like a beam of light, landing on the seat corresponding to the "Justice" card. Opposite her and around her, the same seven crimson lights also fell on their respective positions.

Audrey subconsciously looked towards the top of the long bronze table. That seat was still empty, and compared to the empty seat at the end, it looked a bit desolate.

Audrey took a deep breath, stood up, lifted the hem of her skirt, and bowed lightly to the empty chair. Everyone else stood up and followed suit, as if this was an established ritual.

"...Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

"Well, let's follow the old rules and report on the completion of our respective tasks."

Alger Wilson, the "Hanged Man," cleared his throat and began to recount his experiences.

"This week, the Blue Avenger is still sailing near the sea line, continuing to try to find a point of entry to the western continent. We are currently sailing along a route called the 'sea line' by sailors. Once we deviate from this route to the west, we will return to the starting point. According to my speculation, it should be caused by the seal of the ancient sun god. Thank you for the mushrooms you sent. If it were not for these wonderful crops that can produce wine and meat, my fleet would not be able to support such a long-distance voyage."

At this point, he nodded slightly to the Hermit Cattleya. The other party remembered the druid on her ship, smiled bitterly, and waved her hand to indicate that she didn't need to take it to heart.

"My followers in Backlund wrote to me saying that the mass production of the magic potion is going smoothly. They seem to have found a way to achieve some of the effects of Sequence 9 main materials through the weak spirituality in ordinary materials. However, it is not very stable yet. As for the encirclement and suppression of the Rose School, I am currently working with the messenger of the "world". There is no major action for the time being."

"Moon" Emlyn White spoke with some pride.

"The work of integrating the residents of Silver City into Bayam is also going smoothly. The Storm Church has tacitly approved our actions, and we have not had any conflicts with them during our missionary work."

"Sun" Derrick Berg said not to be outdone.

(End of this chapter)