Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 89 Assassination (Part )

"Damn it, why did you want to kill me? What qualifications do you have to kill me?"

Father Matafali looked at Gagran who was approaching and asked loudly in panic.

“Hasn’t the smog created by your Witch Cult killed enough people? I’m just trying to expel the extraordinarily special characteristics in my body. What’s wrong with wanting to stay alive?”

"Maybe. Just assume you are right."

With light steps, Gagran approached Father Matafari leisurely.

"Then why did you come to kill me? To avenge that family? If you hadn't tracked me down, that embryo wouldn't have been triggered, and they wouldn't have died!"

Matafari twisted his body furiously, trying to get away from the source of the disease, but to no avail.

"Why would I want to kill you... If you think about it carefully, there are many reasons. Maybe it's because our naive little assassin came crying in front of me? Maybe it's because of your amateurish behavior in spreading pain?"

Gagran slightly frowned his beautiful eyebrows, "It's quite troublesome to think of these reasons. Forget it, you'd better remember this answer."

"No reason, I thought it might be fun to kill you, so I came."

Gagran gently lifted Matafari's chin with the tip of his shoe, causing the other's breathing to temporarily stop for a moment.

"Your method of spreading pain by torturing dying people is so low-level that it makes me want to hold back my laughter."

"How can a dead person feel pain? And with your method, what you leave to the living is not pain but impurities like hatred."

Gagran kicked Matafarli to the ground, making him unable to move. Black flames spread from under her feet, gradually engulfing Matafarli's figure.

"A true witch of pain brings peace to the dying, so that pain will be forever engraved in the hearts of the living. Remember this, you bastard!"

Gegran suddenly exerted force with his feet, and stepped on the chest of the human-shaped figure covered with black flames, causing it to collapse with a loud bang. However, beneath the surface of the skin were not bones and flesh, but brass screws and coils.

"Did he run away? He must have used a substitute after I threw him out. He didn't use it before so that I would think he couldn't use it. Tsk, what a cunning guy."

Gagran pulled up his gloves with a dull look.

"Anyway, the disease has solidified to a degree that is fatal. Even if you don't die now, you won't be able to live for many days."

She walked out of the church, and the coachman waiting outside folded his hands in a flattering manner and let her step on them to get into the carriage without getting dirty by the mud on the street.

……

On the other side, in a dark alley, Father Matafari had already freed himself from his demonic transformation and the wound on his eye socket had healed, but the symptoms of the disease had not diminished at all, so he ran stumblingly.

Damn crazy woman... The guys in the witch sect are really a bunch of crazy people! Crazy people who deserve to be burned at the stake!

Father Matafali cursed viciously in his heart, and even though it did not alleviate his symptoms, he couldn't help but curse out loud.

No one knows what this disease is, and the demon's physical fitness is completely helpless. If you want to cure it, you must at least use the potion prepared by the "Witch King" of the Rose School of Thought to have hope...

Matafari couldn't help coughing up blood again. He had to stop and swallow the soil stained with his blood in big gulps to avoid being tracked by occult methods.

This identity has almost reached the end of its use, but I still have to try to escape one day at a time. There is only more than a month left until the New Year, and I cannot afford to lose anything over there!
Matafari stood up and did not dare to stop for a moment. He tore off a piece of clothes to cover his mouth and continued to run forward. His mouth was full of the fishy and salty taste of dirt and blood, which actually relieved his cough to a certain extent, and he ran faster.

The crimson moonlight illuminated the figure of Matafari, lighting up the road ahead of him. His goal was the Tussock River. As long as he reached the river, he could use the Spiritual Gate to summon mechanical creatures, and then he could leave Backlund directly along the river!

However, the light of the red moon suddenly dimmed, and Matafari felt that the scene in front of him was distorted unnaturally. The street scenes and roadside trees slowly and abnormally disappeared into the darkness.

Oops, there seems to be another problem...

Matafari suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the red moon. However, after just one glance, his consciousness completely disappeared. The last scene that remained in his mind was a giant egg-white dragon whose scales reflected colorful light. When her wings were spread, the light of the red moon was blocked by her!

However, the unconscious Matafari did not just stand there stupidly. Instead, facing Audrey who projected the mythical creature directly into his sea of ​​consciousness, he bowed in a somewhat comical way, then waved his hand, and then collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

"Ms. Justice, have you dealt with him?"

Altaïr jumped down from the wall and landed next to Audrey Hall.

"In a sense, it has indeed been resolved." Audrey nodded, "But he should have another identity, and that is his true identity."

Miss Audrey bent down and gently pressed her fingers on the body of Matafari who was lying limp on the ground. A huge force was immediately exerted on him, and this "Matafari" actually disintegrated into broken metal in an instant.

"He's also a puppet? But, he's clearly, clearly affected by the disease..."

Altaïr asked in astonishment.

"Yes... Do you know what my 'Audience' Pathway Sequence 1 is called?"

Miss Audrey did not wait for Altaïr to answer before adding, "The name of Sequence 1 is 'Writer'. As long as you play a role in His script, no matter who you are or how you want to go, in the eyes of other people in the script, you are the role He set for you. You can only do what He set for you and move towards the ending He wrote for you."

"He gave this puppet the identity of the priest and craftsman 'Matafarri', so in the eyes of others, this puppet is Matafarri, and all its physical properties are the same as those of a normal person."

Miss Audrey picked up the two magical items worn by the doll and handed the bracelet that controlled the spirit to Altaïr.

"This is the reward for finding him. I'll give it to you in advance. You can go back and divine for yourself how to use it. Next, I'll issue you a new task."

There was a hint of unquestionableness in Miss Audrey's words.

"Find out where this craftsman is, and inform me or Miss Magician before he completes his plan, to prevent the disaster you foresee!"

(There will be an update tomorrow. Today's update was moved from tomorrow's share so that you can watch the fight in one go. This wave of updates is an extra update, but not a complete one)
(End of this chapter)