Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 43 Interlude
Looking at the rapidly spinning pendulum in his hand, Altaïr fell into deep thought. His divination skills had improved under the strengthening of the pendulum, but the spiritual energy consumed would not decrease with the proficiency of divination. If he continued to divine every matter in detail, the possibility of touching a higher being was not low, which would also be a great burden on the spiritual energy.

"It seems that we must make some trade-offs..."

Altaïr pondered for a while, and decided to do one last divination. He took a deep breath and let the pendulum hang naturally. Then he slowly recited the divination sentence seven times in his mind:

"I should follow Badhair."

"I should follow Badhair."

……

After seven times, Altaïr focused his attention on the position of the pendulum and found that it was slowly but steadily rotating clockwise.

This means that he should follow the leader of the Dusk People in front of him, Badhair, who is suspected to be a projection of the God of War's consciousness!

After the divination, Altaïr wrapped the pendant around his wrist with a heavy heart. When Venata saw that he had finished the divination, she quickly came up to him and asked about the result.

"what's the result?"

Venata sat down beside Altaïr. The furniture in the tent was made according to the standards of the Twilight Giant. The edge of the bed was nearly a meter off the ground. Only the small stool that Altaïr sat on was comfortable.

"Divination shows that we should continue to follow Badhair, but what happens next will be very dangerous. We need to handle every step correctly, otherwise there is a high probability that we will die."

Altaïr answered without looking up, sniffing twice. "By the way, you use too much conditioner. That bottle is the 'Moon' brand conditioner produced by White Company. It smells very strong of peppermint. Don't you feel choked?"

"What's it to you? It's not..." Venata was about to retort subconsciously, "It's not your money," but halfway through her words she realized that what she was using was indeed Altaïr's things, so she had to change the subject.

"You know so much about these things. You don't look like a guy who lives in the East District at all..."

Venata looked at Altaïr carefully. "Or are you actually a playboy who is very good at pleasing women, so you are extremely sensitive to things like this?"

"You understand now, don't you?" Altaïr rolled his eyes at Venata. "This is just a role-playing requirement."

"My Sequence 8 is 'Instigator'. To play this sequence, you need to frequently 'instruct' others to make decisions that are not in line with your own will. This is a sequence that produces many fraudsters. Many people use their sequence abilities to make others lose everything."

"So you dressed yourself up beautifully to trick others into investing in your fictitious project? Or did you seduce a married noble lady?"

Venata looked at Altaïr as if he were a piece of social trash.

"What are you thinking about?" Altaïr stretched out his palm and tapped the other's head gently. "It is indeed related to those noble ladies, but it is not as bad as you think."

"I worked as a maid at the 'Madam Patty Beauty Salon' for a while. It was a beauty salon frequented by noble ladies and ladies. The situation of the old nobles in Loen is not very good at present. Some of the lesser nobles with shallow roots can no longer afford the previous pomp and circumstance, including professional makeup artists and maids, after the war. However, they don't want to lose face in front of their noble colleagues, so they come to such places for beauty treatments before attending necessary social activities."

"For those newly promoted nobles, this kind of salon is also a good place to build relationships. Haha, Emperor Roselle once said that the social scene of the nobles is like a battlefield, but it's not just the gentlemen who participate in the battle. The noble ladies also have their own wars."

"And I am the arms dealer in this war without gunpowder."

Altaïr spread his hands. "If I don't understand the complicated categories of cosmetics, how can I get those noble ladies who want to climb up the social ladder to lie on the beauty chair? If I don't understand the designs that make people look more sexy, how can I get their husbands to pay the bill?"

"...In a sense, you are really a very evil guy."

Vinata was stunned by the unexpected answer. She opened her mouth, but only these words came out.

……

The light intensity in the Twilight Kingdom never changes, so the residents here judge the time by relying on the ash trees growing in the forest. The Twilight People take ash tree branches of a certain thickness, cut a mark on them with a knife every two centimeters, and then light them, extinguishing the flames and leaving only sparks similar to incense.

Altaïr used his pocket watch to roughly compare and found that each trace burned for about fifteen minutes. After the ash branches in the room burned for about four scales, a burly Dusk Citizen came to Altaïr's tent and said something in Giant language. Venata also answered in Giant language.

"He said it's time to eat. Let's fill our stomachs first. We'll have to conquer the demon wolf in thirty-two quarters."

Venata translated for Altaïr, then curiously asked the giant:

"I haven't seen any wild animals from the Twilight Kingdom around here. What do you usually eat? Do you hunt?"

"We, the Dusk People, are not good at growing crops or hunting. We are only good at fighting."

The other party said proudly, "The food we usually eat is the product of mana obtained through the prayer ceremony created by the mistress. As long as you add a request when praying, you can taste mana of various flavors."

"So magical?" Venata showed a moderate amount of surprise. "Your matron sounds very powerful, able to create a ritual with such amazing effects."

"Of course. The Matron is the mother of Chief Badhair. The earth elements she commands will always be the best allies of the Dusk People. As long as they stand on the earth and are in the eternal twilight, the glorious Dusk People will never be defeated."

A look of reverence appeared on the other person's face. "The fame of the Twilight People can spread throughout the kingdom of God, and the mistress has made an indelible contribution. When Lord Badhair defeats the demon wolf, the mistress will probably be able to turn that place shrouded in darkness into a fertile land filled with mana."

Venata and Altaïr looked at each other, and Venata asked:
"I wonder what your mistress's name is?"

"Didn't Lord Badhair tell you?"

The Dusk People said enthusiastically: "She is the wife of the old Giant King. When you meet her later, you can call her Her Majesty Omibella."

(End of this chapter)