Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 54: The Nun's Compensation

Altaïr turned away, sat down beside the bed, and began to put on the cotton robes that Sister Vespe had prepared for him. Although these were supposed to be daily clothes for patients being treated in the church, Sister Vespe had obviously washed them very carefully, leaving no stains.

The two quickly changed their clothes, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. However, Altaïr quickly used his ability to successfully resolve the awkwardness between the two. The ability of the instigator was quite convenient in this matter.

Altaïr and the others walked through the narrow corridor and came to the ground part of the church. Sister Vespe was waiting there, with a little bloodshot in her eyes, as if she had not slept all night because she was eager to know the situation of the God of War.

"Good morning... It should be morning now, right?" Altaïr greeted Sister Vespe.

"In fact, it's two o'clock on Sunday afternoon."

Sister Vespe's voice trembled a little. Although she tried her best to control her emotions, she was still worried when she was about to face the result.

Altair and the other man looked at each other, and Venata stepped forward and said, "We have indeed confirmed the situation of the God of War this time... but it may be more complicated than you think. Let's talk slowly."

……

It took about fifteen minutes for Altaïr and Venata to fully recount to Sister Vespe what had happened in the Twilight Realm.

When Sister Vespe heard the news, she did not scream in excitement or run around frantically.

She quietly walked to the stained glass window of the Mother Goddess Church and stood quietly in the rare sunshine in Backlund. The dust in the air fell disorderly in the scattered light and floated on her body.

Her hands were firmly clasped in front of her chest, forming a common posture for the Church of the God of War when praying, but she did not open her mouth to pray. She stood quietly in front of the window, tears flowing wantonly, endlessly, as if to drain all the moisture from her body.

Vinata and Altaïr did not stop her. They sat quietly on the benches provided by the Church of the Earth Mother for believers, waiting for Sister Vespe to calm down. The only sound in the huge prayer hall was the ticking of the brass clock.

About ten minutes later, Sister Vespa walked up to the two of them. Her face seemed to have become haggard in the past few minutes, as if she had suddenly fallen seriously ill, but her eyes regained their spirit, like the eternal orange light in the twilight kingdom.

“Thank you for bringing me His message…it really means a lot to me.”

Sister Vespe bowed deeply to Altaïr and the others.

"Sir Altaïr, I will bring you your reward right away."

After saying that, she hurried back to the storage room and then came up carrying a square wooden box.

This box doesn't seem to be able to hold too much cash...Altaïr was confused at first, but then he understood and became a little excited.

"Could it be that……"

"That's right." Sister Vesper said with a smile, "I originally thought that I didn't have the extraordinary materials you needed in my inventory, but these two days when I was sorting out the inventory, I found a candlestick seized from the cultists in the southern continent. This thing was embedded on it as if it were a huge gem."

After saying that, she placed the wooden box on the table and opened the lid.

A crystal clear and warm green bird egg was lying quietly in the box, emitting a soft green light. The egg was only the size of a palm, with dark green spots on the surface.

"This is the agate peacock egg you need, please confirm it. Although this extraordinary material has a much longer shelf life than normal extraordinary materials due to its special eggshell, it is something I captured in battle in my early years after all, so there is a small possibility that it will become ineffective."

Sister Vespe instructed.

Altaïr nodded, untied the yellow crystal pendant from his sleeve, placed it on top of the bird egg, and silently repeated the divination sentence seven times in his mind, and received the answer that there was no problem.

"Then I should make up the difference of about 500 pounds. After all, this is a rare material on the market."

Just as Altaïr was about to speak, Sister Vespe waved her hand and refused. "It's alright. You and Venata brought me news that the God of War has not truly abandoned us. This is worth far more than 1500 pounds to me... Please don't refuse, or I will feel guilty."

But if this goes on, I will be the one with a guilty conscience... I didn't expect that I would still have a guilty conscience after becoming an "instigator". I failed in my role-playing. Altair laughed dryly and tapped his chest four times, performing the etiquette of the Goddess Church.

"Your piety puts me to shame."

……

Afterwards, Altaïr and his companions took their belongings and left the Church of the Harvest, leaving Sister Vespe time to enjoy the good news.

The two walked side by side on the blue brick sidewalk on the Rose Street. Although it was called Rose Street, the planting of roses here was a thing in the Northwest District. This street was also one of the few streets in Backlund that had been used for hundreds of years.

Along the way, Altaïr was somewhat absent-minded. Although he had already obtained one of the main ingredients for the witch potion, and the other one could be exchanged for by Gagran, he would definitely be able to successfully complete the promotion before the New Year of 1364. But he was still a little depressed at this time. Sister Vespe's previous anxious expression and state of relief made him unable to help but think of a question:
If it was the goddess who lost in that war of gods, would I completely lose my spiritual support like Sister Vespe?
The answer is obviously no.

Altaïr looked at Vinata beside him. She did not notice his furtive glance and continued walking on the road, humming a folk song in Feysac.

Compared to these devout people, I seem to be missing something. Altaïr couldn't describe the difference in detail and scratched his hair in annoyance.

But he soon felt relieved. Even gods could fall, and spiritual sustenance was not that reliable. In this case, there was no need to trouble himself. Instead of being sad here, he should think about how to make up for the loss of the weapons he brought with him. He brought a lot of firearms and threw them all away in the Twilight Kingdom without firing a single shot. Although this was a common situation during exploration, Altaïr still felt a little distressed. Such contraband could not be bought with money.

After the mysterious party is over tomorrow afternoon, I will go to see if the relevant channels in Gagran are still useful in the evening... just in time to gather the main ingredients of the potion. Altaïr thought.

(End of this chapter)