Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 24 Arsonist

Just as Altaïr and his companion were enjoying afternoon tea, the sound of a key turning was heard at the door.

"You have a guest?"

Venata raised an eyebrow.

"No, would a guest take out the host's key from his pocket?" Altaïr denied. "It should be Sophie next door."

As Altaïr finished speaking, a little girl in a brown linen dress walked into the room carrying a large bag of vegetables and sweets. Altaïr greeted her in a friendly manner and stood up to take the things from her.

"What a beautiful new dress, Sophie," Altaïr praised. "Did you buy it at the tailor's guild?"

"Ah, Mr. Brewster, you're back!" Sophie smiled sweetly. "This dress is second-hand from those merchants. The price in the clothing guild has increased recently. We can't afford it."

The Garment Guild is a common organization among textile workers in Loen. There are also various labor unions. However, after the unions marched to demand improved working conditions for workers in the past few years, they were secretly divided and disintegrated by factory owners, and the situation of similar groups became worse. Since the Garment Guild was mainly composed of female workers and did not participate in the march at that time, it was less targeted later and eventually grew stronger.

However, this does not mean that the garment guild can sit back and relax. In fact, under the impact of merchants and caravans of big capitalists from all over the country, the garment guild is gradually losing its control over the market. Although the government has issued some laws on minimum wages, this is of little help to the garment guild, which is an alliance of self-employed individuals. After the price of raw materials was maliciously driven up by factory owners, the garment guild had to raise prices to maintain income, and then further lost market share.

"Is this lady your fiancée? Why haven't I heard you mention her before?"

Sophie put the fresh vegetables on the kitchen floor, and then she noticed that there was another person in the room.

"Could it be that when you left, Mr. Brewster, you said you were going back to your hometown to discuss marriage?"

Sophie blinked her big watery eyes and asked Altaïr in an innocent tone.

"That's not true. What are you thinking about all the time, kid?" Altaïr scolded with a smile, and pretended to twist Sophie's ear, but she dodged it deftly. "This is Ms. Venata. She is my tenant now, right? Yes, tenant."

"Have you decided to rent out the bedroom on the second floor?" Sophie said in a mature manner. "Well, it is true that this can help to recover part of the cost of buying the house."

However, this person doesn't pay rent and eats for free...

Altaïr muttered to himself.

“How much money do you have left from my last gift to you?” Altaïr asked.

"Two pounds eleven pence." Sophie began to dig into her pocket for change, but Altaïr stopped her.

"The remaining money can be considered as wages. You can take it back to your family."

Altaïr smiled and spoke.

"But this is too much..."

Sophie hesitated. Her father's salary was only two pounds a week.

"It doesn't matter. After a long journey, I come home to fresh food and sweets waiting for me. This thing brings more joy than two pounds eleven pence."

Altaïr waved his hand, signaling that the other party should not care. Sophie agreed, thanked him repeatedly, and finally left happily.

"You are quite popular among the kids."

Venata walked into the hallway and picked up her cloak, followed by Altaïr.

"It's just because I like to spoil them."

Altaïr put on his dark blue vest.

"Come on, let's go buy the materials for your promotion, and then buy myself some cold medicine...A-choo!"

Altaïr sneezed loudly.

"Gegran's extraordinary ability is really weird..."

Altaïr complained.

"Stop dawdling and get out of here."

Neither of them mentioned that Sophie had treated them as an engaged couple.

Soon, the two bought the potions and materials they needed at the herbal medicine store on the adjacent street. As Vinata expected, time quickly came to evening.

"To be honest, I kind of want to kick you out to the sewer for promotion. After all, you're promoting the arsonist, and I'm a little worried about my house."

Altaïr watched as Venata laid out the ingredients on the table and lit a fire beneath the cauldron that had once belonged to Altaïr.

"With what you said, the first fireball after my promotion will definitely hit you in the face."

Vinata said angrily,

"Now go out and wait. I need to concentrate."

"Good good."

Altaïr raised his hands in innocence.
"If there is any accident, please call me so that I can come in and rescue my furniture as soon as possible."

Then, without waiting for Venata to react, Altaïr walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

"Finally I'm leaving..."

Venata exhaled and began to add auxiliary materials to the pot. Since there was no pure water in the materials this time, the margin of error was not high. 10ml of salamander blood was even less than the sauce that Altaïr made for dinner, and it would evaporate easily, so Venata bought nearly 30ml of blood on purpose, so that even if she accidentally let the blood over-boil, she would still have a second chance.

However, apparently Vinata was lucky, and the addition of auxiliary materials was successful at once. The cool hydrangea and the hot salamander blood mixed together to form a red paste.

"Next is the main material."

Venata took out the "Arsonist" extraordinary characteristic from the box and added it to the pot solemnly, not letting any juice leak out.

The fiery red crystal was like a marble falling into acid, gradually dissolving in the fire lizard's blood. The roiling liquid seemed to stop for a moment, but the next second, a blazing flame suddenly burst out from its crucible, and the pot of liquid had turned into the color of blood, and the surface burned quietly in the air, reminiscent of a pirate battle on a stormy sea, with the wreckage of the ship burning and sinking to the bottom of the sea, and the blood of the crew dyed the sea and the sky blood red.

Although she was not good at divination, Vinata's spiritual intuition wisely judged that this was the potion of Hunter Path Sequence 7 "Arsonist"!

"Finally succeeded..."

Vinata scooped out all the liquid in the crucible and poured it into a transparent glass. She raised the glass and looked at the liquid that seemed to be burning. After confirming that her spiritual state had completely recovered from the fierce battle in the past two days, Vinata no longer hesitated and drank the liquid in the glass in one gulp!
The temperature of the burning liquid was not as high as it looked. It tasted like a mixture of dozens of strong liquors such as Liqueur, Blackland, etc.

However, the burning sensation it brought to the mouth was stronger than any other kind of wine. Venata felt that what she had just drunk was not a magic potion, but a burning flame! If her spirituality had not clearly told her that there was no substantial damage to her mouth, she would have rushed out of the door and used cold water to extinguish the flames in her mouth.

Vinata twitched involuntarily, and the scene in front of her eyes gradually turned red, deep red, light red, sun-like red, blood-like red. Countless blocks of color accumulated in front of her eyes, like a battlefield where there would never be peace, divided into darker and lighter areas by new and old blood.

A huge stream of information poured into Vinata's mind, transforming into fireworks that bloomed one after another. Veins bulged on her forehead, and her pretty face became extremely hideous.

However, this was not too unbearable for Venata. Although the burning pain in her body was far beyond the resistance of ordinary people, Venata used this pain to confirm her own existence and prevent her spirit from falling into the eternal battlefield.

Gradually, the mysterious symbol that represented her past body was burned away by the spiritual flame of the potion, leaving only charred residue. Vinata seized the opportunity and let her spirit body sink into the residue. The charred part peeled off with a crackling sound, revealing the new, white and strong body underneath.

The burning sensation gradually faded away, and Vinata gently raised her arm and put it in front of her eyes to examine it carefully.

The skin on her arm had already carbonized and fallen off, revealing the delicate new muscle texture underneath. With a little force, Vinata fell to the ground like coal ash.

From now on, she officially stepped into the threshold of the middle sequence and became a sequence 7 "arsonist"!
Vinata flexed and stretched her ten fingers slightly, and a red fireball ignited out of thin air in the palm of her hand, constantly changing its shape according to her thoughts.

After being promoted to an arsonist, or "fire mage", I finally possessed a truly extraordinary ability... Vinata thought happily.

The arsonist, also known as the fire mage in ancient times, has the core ability of controlling fire. Now, Venata can gather a fireball in her palm and condense it. The explosive power depends on the amount of spirituality infused and the degree of condensation. She can also transform the flame into animals and weapons, and automatically track the enemy after throwing it. In addition, she can also cover her body with a layer of fire armor that will only burn the enemy, and even turn the whole person into a stream of flames, moving in one direction at high speed.

In addition, her physical fitness has also been greatly improved compared to when she was at Sequence 8, and her spirituality has expanded to more than three times the previous level. Her control over weapons made of steel has also been improved accordingly. Venata had seen the Sequence 8 "Weapon Master" of the Zmanger Party before. He was good at using various fighting techniques and weapons, but Venata was now confident that she could surpass him in mastering most weapons.

"This is the Mid-Sequence Beyonder, this is the Fire Mage..."

Venata exhaled slightly and opened the door of the room with a smile on her face. She wanted to ask Altaïr for a glass of wine to celebrate. Maybe, there would be a midnight snack?
(End of this chapter)