Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 53 The End
Vinata nodded, not having any doubts about the request of the god she believed in, and took out the holy emblem of dusk from her pocket.

The solid pillar of dusk light appeared again, transforming into a heavy dusk gate that slowly opened under the invisible force.

Venata looked back at the back of the Earth Mother Goddess again. The figure that was once full of life now seemed a little lonely. She opened her mouth but could not say anything. Then, she stepped into the huge Dusk Gate with Altaïr with a heavy heart.

The soft light from the outside world enveloped the two of them once again. The two of them, who had adapted to the bright golden light of the Twilight Kingdom, felt a little uncomfortable for a moment. However, this visual discomfort was soon replaced by a deep sense of fatigue from the depths of their spirituality.

Even though both of them had tried their best to conserve their spirituality and prevent the false spirituality from the Kingdom of Twilight from excessively infiltrating their own spiritual systems, their original power had still been diluted to a great extent.

The two of them collapsed to the ground, with an uncontrollable tingling and soreness all over their bodies, as if countless black bugs were crawling rapidly under their skin. This was the second time they had overdrawn their spiritual power within a week, and both of them inevitably showed slight symptoms of losing control.

However, Sister Vespe, who stayed outside, had obviously made sufficient preparations.

Sister Vesper suddenly had an iron lantern emitting a dark red light in her hand. She raised the old and simple lantern high up and gently passed it over the bodies of the two people. Dots of dark red light fell from the lantern and landed on the two people who couldn't help but twitch because of the loss of control in the fight.

Those dark red dots of light seemed to have magical powers. Once the spirits of Altaïr and the other man touched those dots of light, their restless spirits miraculously calmed down. The changes in their bodies caused by the fluctuations of their spirits also calmed down. The eyelids of the two became heavier and heavier, and they finally fell into a dreamless sleep.

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When Altaïr woke up on the not-too-wide bed in the church basement, he didn't know how much time had passed. His bloodstained coat had been taken off, washed and neatly folded aside, but the other party seemed to have had many similar experiences and didn't forget to change his shirt as well.

Sister Vespe did it... But it's no wonder. When she was a military nun, she saw many wounded soldiers in similar situations, so she naturally didn't feel bad. Rather, it was natural for her to take care of the wounded to this extent.

Altaïr blinked hard, his eyes were a little tired from being in the orange environment for a long time, so he didn't even notice at first that there was a person lying next to him.

Wait, there's someone lying there?
Altaïr turned his stiff neck to look over. Venata's sleeping face was less than 20 centimeters away from him. Her curly golden hair was now untied. It was obvious that the night cap Sister Vespe had put on her had not done much good. Her breathing was light, mixed with the smell of her "Moon" brand conditioner, which made Altaïr's nose itchy.

Take a closer look, her eyelashes are quite long...Altaïr couldn't help but think of a classic scene in "Storm Heights". When the heroine woke up, she found her assistant and best friend staring at her. When she asked her what she was doing, the other party replied, I'm counting your eyelashes.

When he saw this scene, Altaïr couldn't bear to watch it. From what he knew about streetwalkers or women in their own families from the people in the East District, the one who woke up first would definitely not have the leisure to count the other's eyelashes. If the man woke up first, he would probably ask the other to get up quickly and feed the child; and if the woman woke up first... well, maybe she would push the man to wake him up and ask him to make room for the next one?

But now, Altaïr seemed to understand the plot described by Ms. Wall. Just like now, he had an urgent desire in his heart, following the rise and fall of Venata's even breathing, to count the number of her slightly curled eyelashes.

Altaïr forced himself to suppress the messy thoughts in his mind. Although he had previously mocked Venata for her lack of experience in relationships, he himself was not much better. As a believer of the goddess and a reserved Loen, Altaïr was also quite cautious about marriage. If it were Intis, at his age and status, the children would probably be enough to make up a table of people to "fight evil".

It is better to be cautious here, leave this troubled place, and then explain everything to Sister Vespe...

Altaïr made up his mind, and using the Assassin's body control ability, he turned over very gently in the opposite direction, and then landed on the floor silently like a light kitten.

However, as soon as he stepped on his slippers, he saw Vinata's hazy blue eyes that had just opened. Although his movements were as light as possible and almost impossible for ordinary people to detect, the "hunter" next to him happened to be the type who was extremely sensitive to such tiny noises, even if she was in a dream.

There was a buzzing sound in Altaïr's head, and something like a firework exploded, leaving behind a mess of paper and sulfur.

The ability of the instigator does have a good bonus to eloquence. Many instigators rely on their mouths to deceive others into bankruptcy, or even throw themselves into the arms of others. However, "instigation" can be used in the preparatory part, but it cannot be used for self-rescue after the established facts have occurred, especially when the person who wakes up in the same bed with you is a "fire mage" with a higher sequence than you!
Altaïr's spiritual intuition gave him a frantic warning, and his body tensed up quietly, ready to run away as soon as Venata condensed a fireball in her hand.

However, Venata's expression was not as angry as expected. She yawned, lifted the quilt and looked at the unfamiliar smooth linen sheets, then rubbed her eyes and turned over to get out of bed from the other side.

"What are you doing there? ...Ah, my toothbrush isn't here."

Vinata stretched calmly, turned up the kerosene lamp on the table a little brighter, and picked up the replacement clothes that Sister Vespe had prepared.

"I'm going to change my clothes. Turn around and look around. You'll get stye." Venata rolled her eyes at Altaïr, who hadn't reacted yet. "You didn't do anything. Why are you feeling so guilty?"

(End of this chapter)