Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 35: Mr. Queen (Additional Update)
Queen...Altaïr's mouth twitched. Although he really didn't care about these code names, after all, it was an organization whose details were unknown, and it was really useless to care about this, but this code name made him think of his upcoming promotion.

Assassins harm people... Altaïr wanted to sigh, but finally gave up. The other party seemed to have been observing him for a long time through Miss Audrey, the so-called "Justice", so the strength and information of both parties were completely unequal... Although judging from the seating arrangement, the status of the members of this long table was almost equal, except for Mr. "The Fool" who was probably sitting at the top, but Altaïr did not believe in this relationship.

Giving a Sequence 8 the same status as a group of Sequence 4 and above guys, who would dare to believe this? Even if Miss Audrey didn't say it explicitly, Altaïr knew very well in his heart that even if he really entered this mysterious space and had a parallel code name, he was essentially still doing odd jobs for the big guys, just because there were some things that were inconvenient for them to do because of their high status, so they needed a convenient and easy-to-use pawn like him to handle.

Even though he had now officially joined this organization, in order to prevent the relevant information from being leaked, they - perhaps they - would give him more attention and protection. This was better than the previous situation where he would be completely abandoned if anything went wrong, but there was still a possibility that he would be abandoned by them.

Chess pieces are to be placed on the chessboard!
Just because these gentlemen and ladies are relatively casual, we should not forget that they are important figures who can decide the life and death of a powerful baron with just a few words! Altaïr reminded himself again in his heart. As an assassin, he may be bold enough when he is in action, but at other times he is extremely cautious in his attitude.

Altaïr glanced at the other tarot cards that were slowly disappearing and quickly deduced that the remaining members were "The World", "The Moon", "The Stars", "The Sun", "The Magician", "The Hanged Man", and "The Hermit".

Mysterious organization... Altaïr commented in his heart. The Church of Evernight once tried to track down an organization that believed in "The Fool" in the East District. At that time, he was not a Beyonder. Unexpectedly, today he has become a member of this secret organization...

"Cough cough."

The lady opposite him interrupted Altaïr's thoughts with a light cough.

"I heard from Miss Justice that you have made contact with the Witch Cult's contacts?"

Altair nodded quickly. Although he had made up his mind to keep a certain distance from these guys, if they liked the current mode of communication, he would have no choice but to cooperate.

"That's perfect. Once you get news about the 'craftsman' that Miss Justice wants you to track down, your next mission will be to investigate as much as possible about the Witch Cult, especially,"

Miss Judgment paused and said, "The whereabouts of the 'Original Witch'."

Another true god...Altaïr was already somewhat numb. What kind of secret organization had I joined, and why were they all planning things at the level of true gods?

"Don't be so nervous. At your current level, you can't access any information related to the 'Original Witch'."

Miss Judgment noticed Altaïr's nervousness and couldn't help but chuckle.

"So, we will provide you with some help so that you can quickly accumulate merits and grow to the point where you can understand these things as soon as possible."

Miss Judgment snapped her fingers.

"Before that, you have to improve your Sequence as quickly as possible. You have to wait until you become a Sequence 7 'Witch' before you can officially join their sect."

Well, now there is no way not to be promoted...Altaïr didn't know what other expression to use except a bitter smile.

"If you have any results from your investigation, you can directly recite Mr. Fool's honorific name, and recite what you want to express in Hermetic or other languages ​​with extraordinary effects, and add the members you want to notify, and the other party will receive the message. In addition, you can also pass on items through the sacrifice-granting ceremony, pray to Mr. Fool and directly transfer them to the other party."

Miss Judgment rested her chin on her hand and stared at Altaïr through the gray fog.

"That's all I have to tell you for now... In addition, you must not disclose any information about the Tarot Club to any other organization or person. I don't think I need to tell you that, right?"

"If you have nothing else to do, please leave now. The time here is the same as the outside world. Don't let the lady you live with find out anything unusual."

"Good. Good night then, Ms. Judgment."

Altaïr felt relieved and quickly gathered his spirituality, returning directly to the real world.

"What a cautious fellow..." Hugh stared at the place where Altaïr disappeared. Above the seat there, the crimson star was no longer dim, and the mysterious symbol of the Queen lit up on the back of the chair.

This guy is smarter than I thought. He knew that his strength was not comparable to ours, so he decisively lowered himself, although we did not intend to force him to do anything by virtue of our strength and status... However, he did not volunteer to enter the Witch Cult for investigation.

Xio couldn't help but cover her face. She found that what she and Audrey did was undoubtedly forced in the eyes of normal people.

This guy is amazing... He made his purpose consistent with ours from the beginning, so that we wouldn't trigger the arrangements we made based on his disobedience, and we wouldn't suffer serious losses. And if he's too obedient and active, we'd feel guilty, which would give him some benefits... He couldn't resist, so he just adapted? He's really an outstanding 'assassin'...

Xio could not help but develop a strong interest in this new member of the Tarot Club. She secretly made up her mind that when she returned from Intis, she would find a chance to meet this newcomer.

Although it was hard to see clearly through the gray fog, his figure and temperament were indeed good... Xio thought about Altaïr's slender legs, and then looked at her calfskin boots that were about an inch off the ground, and suddenly she became depressed. But then she seemed to remember something interesting, and laughed softly in the empty gray fog.

"Goodnight then, Queen...Sir?"

……

Back to reality, Altaïr was silent for a while, and decided to simply write down the recent events and sort them out. Since there were too many changes this week, he wanted to use a similar method to sort out his thoughts.

However, when he wanted to take a note, he found that his pen was missing, which made him a little annoyed.

Just then, his attention shifted to the pendulum on his wrist.

"Since it is something sandwiched in that person's holy book, maybe it can play a role?"

Altaïr hesitated for a moment, but put down the pendulum chain and prepared to do a simple pendulum divination. This divination is a simplified divination ritual that does not require a confirmatory questioning method. Instead, he only needs to ask seven times in ancient Hermetic language "Where is the thing I'm looking for?" and at the same time, he should picture the object in his mind. If the divination is successful, the pendulum will swing back and forth in that direction.

Almost all of Altaïr's previous attempts had failed. Sequence 9 "Assassins" were not very good at divination, so he gave up on similar attempts.

Altaïr repeated it seven times silently, just to give it a try, and then opened his eyes.

The yellow crystal pendant remained quietly in place, motionless.

"Tsk, failed again..."

Altaïr smacked his lips, put away his pendulum and prepared to stand up and look around. But at this moment, he tripped over a potted plant on the ground. Fortunately, his body coordination was very strong and he kept his balance. At the same time, there was a light "click" sound from under him, and a black round-bellied fountain pen fell out of his pocket.

Altair was stunned for a moment, and cast his eyes on the pendulum in his hand. The silver chain lay quietly in his palm, surrounding the warm yellow crystal pendant.

After thinking for a while, Altaïr carefully placed the pendulum on the table, took out a sharp dagger from the drawer, and slowly pressed down on the silver chain.

If it was an ordinary silver chain, it would have at least left a cut. However, this pendulum chain was completely unscathed, and Altaïr felt as if he was cutting through a steel column that had been tempered a thousand times.

This thing seems to be of great significance...Altaïr fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)