Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 42 Analysis (Updated)
Accompanied by Badhair, Altaïr and Venata dismounted from the griffin and stretched their bodies, which were somewhat stiff from the cold wind at high altitude. Although Venata could use the fire to keep warm, the two were afraid of scaring the griffin, so they did not dare to act rashly.

Now that they had landed on the ground, the two of them quickly began to move their bodies so as not to affect their fighting state. At the same time, they did not forget to look around curiously.

This seemed to be a temporary camp, with a fully armed giant warrior every ten meters. Although not as tall as Badhair, who was nearly five meters tall, almost all of them were over four meters tall, making Altaïr and Venata, who were not short, look dwarfed. They all wore heavy metal armor, held giant swords or war hammers, and stood majestically in their respective positions, only greeting Badhair warmly when he approached.

"You guys stay here for now. It's still early for dinner. Someone will come to notify you when the time comes."

After exchanging friendly greetings with an equally muscular Dusk Citizen, Badhair escorted the two to their corresponding tents.

"Since this march is rather hasty, we will not build a new camp for you. Fortunately, you are relatively small, and this tent was originally for us, the Dusk People, so it won't be too crowded for the two of you to live in."

"Help yourselves, you two. No one will disturb you before dinner."

After saying this, he gave Altaïr a meaningful look, then left with a big laugh.

"Have you explained our relationship to him?"

Finally, Altaïr couldn't help himself and confirmed with Venata.

"Isn't this the most important thing now?"

Venata rolled her eyes at him, and the corners of her mouth seemed to curl up slightly.

"First, organize the information you have learned so far and write it down so you don't forget it."

After that, she found a piece of light-colored animal skin the size of a chopping board in the drawer of the huge wooden table in the tent. Obviously, this tribe had not learned the technology of papermaking. She picked up a fountain pen as thick as a rolling pin, dipped it in ink that seemed to be made of blood, and began to record.

"Badhair is very kind to us. It seems that this is the reason for the Holy Symbol of Dusk. There is no such thing as extraordinary paths here. They judge friends and foes based on the type of power they draw."

"The spiritual energy here is very abundant. Even ordinary people, as long as they have sufficient status, can absorb the power equivalent to Sequence 5 at dusk."

Altaïr stood beside her, occasionally adding a few words and making some comments.

"Did you notice that Badhair just said that they need to rely on some strong emotions to fight against the assimilation of dusk into themselves... Did you think of something similar?"

Altaïr asked thoughtfully.

"This is similar to the loss of control we were fighting..." Vinata immediately responded, "There is similar information in his description just now that can prove this."

"So can we think that although this place seems to have nothing to do with reality, it actually shares some common rules with the real world—not natural laws, but mystical rules, which are only distorted by the dusk here and applied to the real world in a way that is different from reality?"

Altaïr's tone gradually became excited. "If this is true, does it prove that everything here has a corresponding symbol in the real world, or even that it is the personal experience of the God of War?"

"In addition, the Light-Eating River is also worth noting." Vinata added, "It may refer to the god of death who died in the Pale Disaster of the Fourth Epoch. Badheim's description of Quetzal is basically consistent with this."

"Well... Actually, when I saw Miss Arrogant yesterday, she said something to me."

Altaïr thought about it and decided to tell Venata about it.

"She said that if we don't find any relevant clues, we can tell Sister Vespe that I am a believer of the Goddess of Night."

"You are a follower of the Goddess of Night? What does that mean?"

As expected, Vinata was stunned for a moment, then she covered her mouth with astonishment written all over her face. After a long while, she managed to squeeze out a few words through her fingers.

"Could it be that we are now..."

"Yes."

Altaïr said firmly.

"If my speculation is correct, we seem to be experiencing that history in a special way now."

"The true history of the reasons for the fall of the gods."

The character suspected to be the God of War Badhair and the Eternal Night Wolf suspected to be the goddess once teamed up to kill the God of Death of the Fourth Epoch, whom he called the Pale Emperor. The goddess gained a certain degree of benefit from it, causing Badhair to turn against the goddess... Is this the real reason for the War of Faith?
Although these things should not have happened in reality, as the son of the Giant King, the God of War has been a Sequence 2 mythical creature since birth, and there is no such image that can only barely touch the threshold of Sequence 4 by absorbing the power of dusk. However, this should be a symbolic treatment, just like the actors in the opera, they are not as wise and powerful as the real drama characters, but the stories they tell are the same!
However, what we are experiencing now is more like a satire that relies on symbols and references to tell the story than a historical drama...Altaïr knocked lightly on the wooden table. This is the custom of Backlund. When encountering evil things that are considered difficult to solve, you can knock on wooden products to get rid of bad luck.

Otylus's ring is gone... Even if Sister Vespe compensates me this time, I'll still be at a small loss... Unless Miss Audrey can give me some more rewards, I'm afraid I won't be able to make my money back this time... Altaïr forced himself to think about some less important things, trying to distract himself.

If I help Badhair deal with the being that seems to be the symbol of the goddess, will I be killed by the goddess's punishment after I leave the Twilight Kingdom? Altaïr was a little uneasy and a little shaken. At this time, he suddenly remembered his pendulum, and quickly took it off and began to divine whether his life would be in danger if he followed Badhair's command.

After repeating it silently seven times, he refocused his attention and found that the pendulum was rotating clockwise with a larger amplitude and faster speed.

There is a great danger, but if handled properly, it will not endanger life...Altaïr pondered for a while, picked up the pendulum again, and changed the divination statement to whether his life would be in danger if he did not participate in this matter.

What surprised him was that this time the pendulum still rotated clockwise, with a large amplitude and a very fast speed, almost breaking free from his wrist.

I had unknowingly fallen into such a dire situation...Altaïr sighed.

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