Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 5 "Witch"

After the tarot session, Leonard stood up from the recliner, walked to the desk, and stared at the mirror on the desk for a long time. In the mirror, the young man with black hair and green eyes had a solemn expression but a little relief, as if he had just made an important decision.

"Hey, old man."

Leonard suddenly spoke, "Just now, Justice suggested finding a new person to try to contact the Witch Cult. I agreed."

After a moment, the old voice in his head sneered.

“Why are you telling me about your own decision? You are no longer the ignorant Sequence 9 who was parasitized by me.”

"Yeah, why should I tell you that?" Leonard was silent for a while, then nodded heavily, "I'm not that Sequence 9 anymore... Of course, I can't be anymore."

Pales snorted softly. "Rather than worrying about this, you should focus on it. I feel like you will really touch upon something related to the gods soon."

The spirits... the Mother Tree of Desire... Leonard scratched his hair and asked subconsciously, "What suggestions do you have?"

“My advice,” Pales laughed again, “is just go for it.”

……

In the cheap hotel in the East District, Audrey's body trembled slightly, and her spirit returned from the gray fog to her room. A golden retriever seemed to sense something and deftly pushed open the door and entered the room. Audrey held it affectionately on her lap.

"Audrey, you seem worried about something."

The big golden retriever Suzy vibrated the air and made a sound.

"You know, Susie, I just proposed my own plan for the first time at the Tarot Club, and it got the support of the majority." Audrey stroked Susie's golden hair, her eyes a little dazed.

"Even a few months ago, I could never have imagined that I would one day lead and implement a plan that even experienced people like Mr. Hanged Man and Ms. Hermit would oppose. I also know that people change, but I wonder if I have changed too quickly and overlooked something."

Audrey rested her chin gently on Susie's head, as if having something to support her made her feel at ease.

"It takes several months for my father to reach an agreement with those nobles, and it takes at least half a year for the noble ladies in the circle to decide whether to accept the pursuit of others. And in less than two months, I have become able to stick to my decision in front of three demigods. I am afraid that one day I will no longer be myself..."

Suzy whimpered twice.

"Audrey, I'm just a dog."

Audrey burst out laughing. "Yeah, now it seems a little silly to seek comfort from a dog."

"No, Audrey." Susie shook her tail. "What I mean is, if I hadn't drunk the potion, I would probably only have lived for more than ten years. For me, if I didn't change quickly, I might not be staying with you now."

"It's not a bad thing to change quickly, and it's not that scary to become unlike yourself. Isn't it enough for you to know what you are becoming, or what you are going to become?"

Audrey was stunned.

I was actually comforted by a dog... She reached out and hugged Susie gently:

"Yeah. I understand."

"Suzy, you will always be my best friend."

East District, No. 17, Rose Street.

Altaïr walked out of the bathroom, grabbed a towel and wiped his hair. After sniffing carefully to make sure there was no peculiar smell on his body, he sat down on the lounge chair on the balcony and took out the thin note from his pocket. Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he exhaled and slowly unfolded the note. However, after just one glance, his facial muscles twisted uncontrollably.

Sequence 7: Witch

Main materials: all the blood of the Black Abyss Demon Fish, the egg of the Agate Peacock;

Auxiliary materials: 80ml of pure water, 5 drops of golden mandala juice, 3 scales of shadow lizard, and 10 drops of daffodil juice.

Below this material, Miss Pride wrote in a graceful, slightly slanted hand:
Male Beyonders who take the witch's potion will turn into women.

"...屮!"

Altaïr held it in for a long time, but finally he could no longer control his emotions and threw the note away angrily.

Before becoming an Extraordinary, Altaïr's life was rather difficult, and he later engaged in risky business, so he is still single until now.

When he thought about the fact that he would have to become a woman if he continued to upgrade his sequence, Altaïr couldn't help but want to slap his previous self twice. There was a saying among the gangs in the East District that the ideals of gang members were nothing more than killing and slaying, but when it came to Altaïr, there was only kill kill kill kill kill and kill kill kill kill kill.

屮.

It took a long time for Altaïr to get up, pour himself a glass of cold water, and then drink it in big gulps. His temple was still throbbing. The joke that fate played on him was so cruel that the blood vessels in his head were still swollen and painful.

This is too tricky...Altaïr couldn't help but look down at his lower body, and then decisively decided to drag it on for the time being. After all, the few sequences he had in the East District were more than enough. As long as he didn't provoke things he shouldn't provoke, with his skills as an "Assassin", he would have no problem protecting himself.

I will temporarily use these two thousand pounds to buy some magical items to save my life. As long as I act carefully, I won't encounter any problems that I can't solve... Maybe? Altaïr thought about it with a guilty conscience, but soon he became determined and prepared to tear up the note and throw it out the second-floor window.

Today, I, Altaïr, would rather be beaten to death, die outside, or jump off here than drink this damn witch potion! Angrily, Altaïr folded the note fiercely and tore it into pieces.

However, at the moment when Altaïr tore the paper into pieces, a mysterious voice came out from the paper and rushed into the depths of Altaïr's heart. It was a pious female voice, and she was chanting a name in ancient Hermetic language, a three-part name in the same format as the true god!

"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."

The blood vessels on Altaïr's forehead suddenly exploded, and he instinctively threw the note away. He retreated backwards like a spring that had suddenly loosened, and he was several meters away. When he retreated to the end of the room, the note had not even hit the ground. When Altaïr stopped at the other end of the second floor, the half-torn note slowly fell to the ground.

What was that honorific name just now? Cold sweat oozed from Altaïr's forehead. Even though Altaïr's knowledge of the occult was not rich compared to that of an official Beyonder, he knew that it was an honorific name that only a god could have. It was different from those false gods who relied on magical items to respond to prayers. He had only seen a similar description of the three-part honorific name in the Church of the Evernight Goddess.

After a long time, the note still did not move. Altaïr approached carefully, picked up the note, and then opened his spiritual vision to carefully examine it. After confirming that there was no trace of spirituality left on the note, he picked it up and threw it into the still burning fireplace.

I was really scared just now... Altaïr sighed silently. I must go to St. Samuel's Cathedral tomorrow, or find someone to help me perform an exorcism ceremony at the party tonight... Altaïr thought secretly in his heart.

After confirming that there were no subsequent abnormalities, Altaïr gently flipped his wrist and a pair of shiny daggers were pulled out from his sleeves. He held the daggers in front of his eyes and carefully checked the blades for any defects in the sunlight.

Although the daggers were not magical items, they had been with Altaïr since he became an Assassin. After checking the condition of the weapons, Altaïr carefully placed them on the table. He then walked into the kitchen and began to prepare dinner for himself.

If Gagran were here, she would probably persuade me to get married or hire a maid to do this kind of thing... Altaïr thought to himself as he fried pork shoulder. She doesn't seem to be old enough to be urged to get married... Of course, maybe her sequence can keep people young? She is actually older than she looks? Is it a bit rude to think so? Wait, why am I thinking about middle-aged people...

Altaïr shook his head, trying to clear the unnecessary thoughts from his mind.

While he was daydreaming, his men did not stop, turning the pork shoulder over before its surface turned brown. In an instant, the aroma of meat filled the entire kitchen. The cream of vegetable soup stewed in the pot beside was already steaming. Altaïr took a deep breath of the aroma of the food, and a sense of satisfaction arose spontaneously.

Every time I cook, I have the thought that "why not continue to spend money on the next sequence of potions, and spend a few thousand pounds to buy a manor to live on"... Especially after knowing that my next sequence is "Witch", this feeling is extremely strong. Altaïr feels that he has lost some motivation. It was not until the white bread, fried pork shoulder and cream soup were served that Altaïr stopped sighing.

Anyway, let's have dinner first, and then go to the Beyonder gathering. We can think about the future later. Altaïr slowly relaxed his body, straightened the white napkin, and stabbed the fork in his hand into the steak, letting the golden oil flow out of the meat.

After a day that included assassinating the Baron, swimming for two hours in the Tussock River, meeting with a High Sequence Master, and learning that he would become a woman in the future, Altaïr, a future member of the Tarot Club, began his dinner.

(End of this chapter)