Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 85: Rules for Playing as a Witch
At the door of the "Crucible and the Hat" bar, Altaïr slightly adjusted his breathing to get his body back to normal. Otherwise, with his physical condition after running all the way here, it would be easy for him to be affected by Gagran's disease.

Then he opened the door and activated the wind chimes at the door.

"…I should have told you more than once not to come here during the day."

As expected, Gagran was still taking a nap at the table. However, even though Altaïr's movements were very small, she woke up the moment he rang the wind chimes.

"This matter is more urgent. The previous investigation of old Lynch can be put aside for now. Find a few homeless people to help me keep an eye on Roger Matafarli. Then take turns to go to his church to pray in the name of prayer. If he tries to run away, notify me immediately."

Altaïr grabbed the glass of water on the bar and drank it in one gulp, then took two breaths.

Gegran frowned, "You don't want to do anything to that priest, do you? That would bring trouble to the sect."

She looked Altaïr over, noting the rings and bracelets on his hands, and shook her head.

"Although you have new abilities, killing a bishop of the Storm Church is not a task you can accomplish."

"This has nothing to do with you, and I didn't say I was going to kill him."

Altaïr replied stiffly.

"Lies, little one, lies."

Gagran shook his head impatiently. "How can you play the role of an instigator? When you have strong feelings about something, it's not easy to lie. Although assassins can hide their emotions, that's only for missions. When you really want to kill someone, you can't hide your eyes."

Altair remained silent, just sat down at the front desk and stared at Gagran.

“…That’s why I said that the little Sequence 7 guy is trouble.”

Gagran felt uncomfortable being stared at by Altaïr, and kicked the counter in annoyance, causing the high round stool on wheels to slide behind him, avoiding Altaïr's gaze.

"Tell me, what did he do to you?"

Altair thought for a while and briefly described what the other party had done, but omitted the parts related to the Tarot Club's commission and Audrey, and attributed these to the Nighthawks. He believed that Gagran must have known about this relationship before choosing him as a candidate. After all, being an official Beyonder's informant was not a solid identity authentication.

"That's it?"

After listening to Altaïr's description, Gagran sneered.

"Is your sense of justice a little too strong? We are a cult organization in the eyes of the official Beyonders. What is the cult organization trying to gain by helping the official Beyonders to eliminate the termites in the team? Do you think he has taken our job?"

"Besides, do you really think that killing those people is a bad thing for them? If they don't die, Rand will have to endure a few more years of life with green hair, and finally die of rheumatism and asthma; Lila will bear the name of letting her daughter become a prostitute until she gets syphilis; and as for Lope? She started this business before she was 18 years old, do you think she still has a future?"

"Forget it. If you really think so, why did you shoot and kill that Rand in the end?"

Gagran's words pierced Altaïr's heart, causing him to lower his head in pain and cover his face with his hands.

"To put it another way, even if these things didn't happen, would the family's motivation to live be their yearning for a better life in the future? Forget it, it's just that those sad and devout believers still believe that suicide can't lead to the goddess' kingdom."

Gagran ignored Altaïr's behavior and continued sharply, "Even if the craftsman hadn't done what he did, do you dare to say that you yourself have never thought of helping them get rid of their suffering?"

Gagran stretched out his white hands. His seemingly slender and weak fingers were surprisingly strong and he managed to pry open Altaïr's hands that were covering his face.

Gagran put her face close to Altaïr's ear, and her originally soft and pleasant voice now sounded like the whisper of a devil. Every word that came out of her mouth made Altaïr almost crazy with pain.

"Look inside yourself, Altaïr. Remember the pain of powerlessness and engrave it in the deepest part of your heart. Use this pain to sharpen your humanity and turn your moral bottom line into vultures pecking at your flesh."

After saying this, Gagran suddenly opened her mouth and bit Altaïr's earlobe hard with her sharp canine teeth that had suddenly grown longer. Blood instantly gushed out and splashed on Altaïr's profile and Gagran's lips, making the former look even paler and the latter even more charming.

Altaïr screamed in pain. The bite just now seemed to constitute some kind of mystical ritual. The short pain that was enough to make an ordinary person faint radiated from his earlobe to his whole body, causing Altaïr to collapse on the table, gasping for breath.

Gagran licked the blood on his lips and chuckled. "Very good...it seems you have remembered this pain."

"I understand...I won't bother that priest."

Altaïr spoke with difficulty, his facial muscles almost twisted out of shape at the simple sentence. It seemed that Gagran's bite just now raised his sense of powerlessness and guilt to the highest level, causing him to be tortured by guilt and almost collapse when he was forced to compromise, and tears flowed out uncontrollably like a flood.

"What do you know?" Gagran looked at the future witch who was almost crazy due to the guilt in front of him, and suddenly burst out laughing. "It's just a Sequence 6 hiding in the Storm Church. I will help you kill him. If you do it yourself, your hands will not be clean and it will easily cause trouble for the sect."

Altaïr looked at Gagran in astonishment at her sudden change of attitude, not knowing what she was doing.

"Why did you suddenly..."

"No reason." Gagran held Altaïr's face with his hands and gently wiped away the tears that flowed from his face due to his extraordinary ability. "We are a cult. It is reasonable for a cult to kill good people or people who are worse than us."

"I'll take this opportunity to tell you one of the rules for acting as a witch."

The expression on Geglan's face gradually became distorted, as if she was neither crying nor laughing.

"We are witches, a combination of desire and human nature. No matter whether what you want to do is good or bad, and what the consequences are, it is not a reason to restrict you. Witch, do whatever you want."

"If you want to do good, you can enjoy the pleasure brought by praise. If you want to do bad, you can swallow the pain brought by the sense of immorality alone. "

"When someone helps you, you give him joy; when someone hinders you, you give him pain in return."

Gegelan slowly concluded: "Love and hate clearly, no taboos!"

(End of this chapter)