Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 91 Shopping
It rarely snows in Backlund in winter, but that doesn't stop the winter from being unbearably cold. It's damp and cold, and once you get home, you don't want to go out again. So, if there's no consolation from the special meaning of buying New Year's goods, even if you go out shopping with a good-looking person of the opposite sex, it's not something to enjoy in this kind of weather.

Altaïr raised his head and yawned slightly. He immediately felt a gust of cold air flowing down his neck and into his cotton coat. He quickly shrank back into his clothes.

"Do witches also feel cold?"

Seeing his look, Vinata asked with some amusement.

"You haven't completely turned into a witch yet..."

Altaïr muttered something.

Although he has now completed three rituals, unlocked the abilities related to controlling hair and black magic, and his body has become more feminine, it does not mean that his resistance to extreme environments has increased much.

Besides, being resistant to the cold doesn't mean I like being cold... Altaïr rubbed his face, which was almost numb from the cold wind, and glanced in the direction of Venata, while putting his hands into the sleeves of his coat.

Vinata, who originally lived in a village in the northern part of the Feysac Empire, naturally did not care about this degree of cold. Today, she did not even wear a cotton coat, but a rather neutral casual dress made of a blended fabric that highlighted her waistline. The white thick cotton shirt made the black bat-wing bow tie look even more appropriate, and she looked completely different from Altaïr, who was wrapped tightly in a Chesterford coat.

Vinata was walking on the curb. Although her face was red from the cold, the change was not obvious to her healthy wheat-colored skin. Noticing Altaïr's gaze, she looked away awkwardly and looked at the icicles on the trees in the distance.

As expected, the ability to seduce also depends on the weather. In winter, perhaps only the girls of Feysac can be called witches in the ice and snow. As for his current appearance... Although it was natural to do this when he was a man, now that he was turning into a witch, Altaïr only felt that he looked a bit like a country girl.

Altaïr put his hand to his mouth and blew on it. The bracelet on that hand had been removed and replaced with a new one. The anklet on his foot was also removed, but Altaïr did not put on a new one, nor did he intend to.

"Feysac's black peas, the price seems to have dropped a lot since the repeal of the Corn Law. Few people are doing this kind of loss-making business now, right?"

Altair took advantage of the brief moment when his fingers regained feeling and pulled out the list. "You have really picky tastes. I'm afraid I'll have to spend at least an hour shopping."

"An extra hour of shopping? It's just buying some food, how can I have an extra hour?"

Venata was skeptical.

"Of course, we'll probably have to go to at least... well, seven or eight stores this time. If you factor in the time spent on the road, it'll probably take at least three or four hours."

Altaïr recalled carefully and said.

"Will it take that long?"

Venata's face froze, and she hurried over to take the list from Altaïr's hand and read it carefully.

The list included dozens of items, from Intis condiments to Loen's local winter clothing, as well as various specialty ingredients. There were some condiments that Vinata had never even heard of.

"I say, isn't the New Year still a long time away? Why do we have to buy so many things now?"

Vinata's voice was a little trembling.

"Of course. During the New Year, not only will many stores close for the holidays, but the few remaining stores will also temporarily raise prices. Although I am not short of money, the stocks that are the source of these dividends are actually earned by me by taking on illegal jobs. I can't treat those guys' sacrifices lightly."

Altaïr said seriously.

"What kind of heresy is this? Even if the dead knew about it, they wouldn't be happy..."

Vinata said weakly, "Besides, stores will raise prices during the New Year. I also celebrated the New Year once after coming here, so why didn't I notice it?"

Altaïr rolled his eyes at her.

"Can you have some understanding of your own identity? My identity as a killer is kept secret, but your identity as a gangster is not a secret in the eyes of those shop owners. Regardless of whether you know the actual prices of things since you don't cook much, do you think those stall owners dare to raise the prices of the things you want to buy?"

"But, but, those clothes are clearly marked with prices. It's not good to raise the prices even during the New Year, right? Can't we buy them next time? Or, let's go buy a piece of clothing first..."

Vinata is still making a final effort.

"Ah, that's not impossible..."

Altaïr pondered for a moment and nodded. "But there is no clothing store in the market we are going to now, and the nearest clothing store is two streets away..."

Vinata: "w(Д)w"

Altaïr: "(￣_￣)"

"I really can't help it..." Altaïr sighed, "How did you spend last New Year? Didn't Backlund's cold weather leave a deep enough impression on you after a whole year?"

"I, I just didn't expect you to stay out for so long... In previous years, I rarely go out at this time of year, and the maid will help me deliver the things."

Vinata admitted somewhat awkwardly.

"Then why don't you find a cafe and stay for a while..."

Altaïr shook his head helplessly. "I'll go over there and buy you some winter clothes. What size do you wear?"

"what?"

Vinata didn't react for a moment, and then her face turned even redder.

"Okay, tell me the size quickly, and I'll go to the next street to buy you some clothes."

Altaïr threw up his hands in annoyance.

"Yes..." Venata blushed and whispered three numbers into Altaïr's ear.

Altaïr was stunned. "I was asking what size you wear, 11, 12, or 13. What is this you are talking about?"

In Loon, a size 11 garment is equivalent to a height of 165 cm.

The atmosphere suddenly became visibly awkward. Compared to Venata, Altaïr's life was much more regular and his quality of life was much higher. He tended to buy ready-made clothes that were commonly worn by the middle class, and only needed to indicate a size when buying. Venata, on the other hand, understood that the clothes were custom-made clothes made by a small tailor shop in the East District, and required full measurements.

Altaïr laughed dryly and pointed to a cafe on the street.

"You go in and sit down first, I'll be back soon!"

After saying that, he quickly left the market as if he was escaping, even using his assassin's abilities in the process.

(There may be only one update today. I have to consider whether to add some uncomfortable plots to improve the characters. After all, in order to speed up the pace in the early stage, the heroine's hunter side was not established. I am helpless about this and can only change it in the subsequent plots.)

(End of this chapter)