Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 90 Afterwards
The next few weeks were relatively peaceful for Altaïr. Miss Justice seemed to be helping Mr. The Hanged Man get promoted, and after killing Father Matafari, she never appeared again. Even during the Monday Tarot reading, no useful information came out.

The Church of Storms was very angry about the killing of its own priest - of course, they were often angry at other times - and used this as an excuse to launch another thorough investigation of wild Extraordinary people. The Extraordinary gathering of Gegran was also forced to stop, which made people wonder whether the Church of Night had handed over the evidence of Father Matafari's crime to them.

Of course, it is not ruled out that they are simply dissatisfied with the increase in the number of wild extraordinary people, or they want to expand the number of Sealed Object researchers... Well, it could also be the number of Sealed Objects.

However, this had nothing to do with Altaïr. Although he had the official and legal identity of a Nighthawk informant, Altaïr did not know whether the hot-tempered elder brother of the Church of the Storm would care about these things when he took action, and he did not want to test the law. As for the news of the craftsmen, in this environment of the Great Purge, Altaïr could not entrust others to do it.

The specific usage of the bracelet taken from Father Matafari was also clarified by Altaïr through pendulum divination. It was a magical item made of the Sequence 5 "Spirit Wizard" extraordinary characteristic, which herded four spirits.

One of the two seemed to have a strange connection, and two people possessed by them could share vision and thoughts. At the same time, when one of the spirits possessed someone else, the other spirit would also react. Altaïr gave control of one of the spirits to Venata, who did not object.

The spirit used by Matafari is a rare species that can solidify its own spirit body. It is usually in the spirit world and has a large amount of spiritual storage. It can also possess the user and solidify the body into real fake muscles. However, in the battle with Gagran, a lot of its body was burned, and it was unable to reproduce the muscle amplification of Matafari, and could only make some minor changes.

However, after studying it for a while, Altaïr found a new use for it. He let the spirit possess his body and turned it into fake muscles. Combined with the illusion ability among the black magic abilities unlocked by the second ritual, he could maintain his body shape in front of ordinary people like Sophie.

The last spirit is one that can move quickly through the soil. Among the spirits commanded by the witches, this kind of gentle spirit is the most common.

The negative effects of this item are not very serious. It just makes him feel sleepier than usual when wearing it, and sometimes his memory will decline.

So, in such calm, the New Year of 1354 was getting closer and closer.

That day, when Venata was teaching Sophie to read, Altaïr pushed the door open with a gust of cold wind, holding a thin envelope in his hand.

"Last month's dividends have arrived. Come with me to buy some New Year's goods later..."

Altair had just said halfway when he saw Venata's accusing look and quickly lowered his voice. He changed his clothes quietly and walked into the room. He found a place to sit next to the fireplace and occasionally glanced curiously in Sophie's direction.

After about ten minutes, Vinata stretched, patted Sophie on the head, and indicated that today's class was over.

"Don't you need to work today Sophie?"

Altaïr, who was finally allowed to speak, asked Sophie.

"Mr. Buffett gave us a weekend off this month, so I don't need to go to work today. I'm going to go shopping for New Year's goods with my dad tomorrow."

Sophie answered in a crisp childish voice, full of anticipation.

"That's great. Go back and ask Mr. Statham if he wants to come to our place for dinner tomorrow night."

Altaïr took two muffins from the paper bag he had brought back and stuffed them into Sophie's hands, then watched her happily take the sweets home.

"It's really strange that those bosses actually give their workers a weekend off."

Altaïr walked over to Venata with a cup of hot coffee. Ever since he started wearing the magical item, he had to drink coffee regularly to stay awake. Sometimes Altaïr even suspected that the fact that he was sleeping every time he saw Gagran might really be due to the magical item.

"Well, I gave Mr. Mike an idea."

Vinata blinked her eyes. "I asked Mr. Joseph to praise Buffett's factory in his article. He used many words like "the cornerstone of civilization" and "the glory of mankind". He especially emphasized that the factory's environment was excellent. He praised it to an extreme degree."

"After his superiors learned about this, they decided to come and take a look in person to decide whether to award the medal to the other party. In order to cope with the inspection, the guy's factory had to remain the same as it was shown to us that day at least until the New Year."

"Moreover, Buffett had to pay for free medical examinations for the workers and improve their diets... Although it is temporary, it is better than nothing. Besides, this is the only way to avoid getting Mr. Joseph into trouble and to gain some benefits for those poor people."

“That’s a good idea…”

Altaïr was a little surprised. "You look a bit like a reporter now."

"The witch potion did work. It seems that it has at least cured your eyesight."

Venata taunted.

"Okay, anyway, do you want to go shopping for New Year's goods with me later? What do you Feysac people buy for the New Year? It's not impossible for me to go alone, but I don't understand your place, so I can only follow Loen's standards."

Altaïr, who was used to Venata's taunting, did not take it to heart and asked naturally.

"Feysac's New Year..."

Hearing this, Vinata was also a little dazed. After a while, she said uncertainly:
"To be honest, I grew up in the mountains, so I don't really know much about what city folks do when they celebrate the New Year. I just remember that when I was a kid, I could exchange pickled herring rolls with the last batch of merchants who came into the village every year, and bring them back to pair with pork and black pea rice... That should be what we eat during the New Year, right?"

"No wonder you love fish so much..."

Altaïr suddenly realized. But then he smiled and waved his hand.

"Then let's prepare these things today. Go change your clothes, we should set off."

(I'll make a chapter as a daily buffer, and then discuss with everyone. This book is expected to be on the shelves on January 1st or the end of December. I plan to release the content of the first volume before opening it for payment. Before that, recommendation votes and the like don't matter much, but I beg everyone to keep following it QWQ)

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