The warden who guards the witches

Late at night, in the lower city, in a dark alley.

"...The whole process is roughly like this. Do you think it is acceptable?" Aiden held the purchased outfit in his hand and told Aifansha who was standing in front of him.

"No problem." Avantha replied calmly.

"What I'm asking is not whether you can do it, but whether you are willing to do it." Aiden emphasized with a serious look.

His question caused a trace of confusion to appear on Aifansha's poker face: "Why do you want to ask for my opinion? Didn't you say before that all you need to do in prison is obey orders?"

"This is indeed the rule in prison. But this time, it is my personal request. To put it bluntly..." Aiden paused, "I am using my power for personal gain. You can refuse this kind of thing."

"I don't quite understand." Avantha tilted her head, "Then should I refuse or agree?"

"I'm asking for your opinion. It's meaningless if you ask the question again."

Aiden couldn't help but raise his forehead. Although he had been with Afansha for two years, he still couldn't cope with some of Afansha's off-line aspects.

Aifansha thought for a while: "Then, is there a reward for doing this?"

"Of course there is reward, but it cannot violate the rules of the prison." Aiden folded his hands.

"Then, is that okay?" Aifansha raised her finger and pointed to the window of a store on the street across from the alley.

Aiden turned around and looked over. At this time, many shops were closed and their lights turned off, but he could still barely see what was in the windows under the nearby street lights.

Opposite is a toy store, with a huge stuffed bear on display in the window.

"You want that? That's okay." Aiden thought for a moment, "But according to regulations, prisoners may hide prohibited items in this kind of thing, and they must be inspected every day. If you can accept this, …”

Aifansha was silent for a while, as if imagining that her stuffed toy would be opened by the prison guards every day, taking out the cotton for inspection, and shook her head: "Forget it, I'm still as good as Daley."

"You want to eat cake too?"

Avantha nodded.

"Okay, I'll buy it for you tomorrow." Aiden agreed.

"Then, now, start the mission."

"Please." Aiden handed the clothes to Ivansha, then scratched the ground with his cane and paused on the ground.

A small cloud of fog spread in the alley, covering Aifansha's figure.

This is the knowledge of black magic that Aiden inherited from his previous body owner who was an investigator for the Inquisition. Although he cannot use it as skillfully as the original owner, he can still use it to make gestures.

It is a taboo to let the prisoner disappear from sight, let alone an extremely dangerous killer like Afansha.

But Aiden still decided to respect the privacy of the other party. He was not worried that Afansha would do anything inappropriate - this was of course not because of naive trust, but because Afansha's life was in his hands. fact.

After a rustling sound, Aiden heard a hoarse, unidentifiable falsetto voice coming from the fog: "Okay."

The moment Aiden unlocked the spell and the mist dispersed, Ivansha had changed her appearance. Her figure had grown to a head taller than Aiden, making her look like a giant man. She put on the outfit Aiden had bought for him, wrapped her whole body in a pitch-black robe, and put a full-covering mask on her face.

Aifansha, who had become a "big man", stretched out her hand and handed the small prison uniform and windbreaker jacket she had changed into to Aiden.

This is Aifansha's special physique. It is not an illusion or a deception, but a real physical ability that directly changes the body shape.

She is an orphan adopted by a killer organization. She has been subjected to various cruel human experiments since she can remember, and was finally made into a human weapon with various special skills. However, as a price, she also lost part of her senses and her lifespan. It was also significantly shortened.

"Very good, let's go." Aiden nodded with satisfaction, "According to the plan, the target has just left the opera house and returned home, so we will attack when he is alone."

Aifansha leaned over and jumped up, stepping on the walls on both sides of the alley and quickly running up, as light as if she had wings, and soon disappeared into the night.

"Then..." After watching Avasha leave, Aiden raised the corner of his mouth and walked toward the alley with his cane, "Go and play that kid."

At this moment, Bruce Kane was walking alone on the nearby night road, his steps becoming a little wandering due to excitement.

The tickets to the Royal Opera House night show that I spent a lot of money to buy in line turned out to be of some use. Today, when the opera entered its climax, I finally succeeded in holding Miss Mary's hand.

If things continue like this, given time, we will be able to establish a relationship with her sooner or later, and there will still be some "savings" left...

Thinking of this, a feeling of uneasiness passed through his heart for a moment, but he quickly put it behind him.

Being immersed in his own personal world, he did not notice the tall figure quietly approaching behind him.

"Bruce Kane?" After getting close enough, Avasha called him in a disguised voice.

"Huh?" When Bruce heard someone calling him by name on this night road, Bruce, who was immersed in his imagination, turned around reflexively.

Before he could react, the sharp knife was pressed against his neck, causing him to feel a bit of pain.

"Don't turn your head, don't shout, and don't move." Avansha threatened in an emotionless tone, "Otherwise I can only cut your throat and talk to you."

"You..." Feeling the threat to his life personally, Bruce felt his scalp tingling, "What are you going to do?"

"Don't blame me, I was also entrusted by someone." Avansha continued to say the lines that Aiden taught her, "My employer wants your life, but before that, he has another request."

"What the hell are you talking about? I tell you I'm a policeman! Kill me, you can't get away!" Bruce shouted anxiously.

"I said don't shout." A sharp knife also appeared in Avansha's other hand, and instantly appeared less than an inch in front of Bruce's eyeballs.

Avansha's tone was not very fierce, not only not fierce but also a little mechanical, but it was this inhuman mechanical coldness that made people shudder the most.

Aiden designed a script for Bruce. In this script, Avansha's role is a killer without emotions, but she doesn't need to play this role deliberately, because she is such a killer.

Bruce was silent instantly. The other party's coldness and mechanicalness were completely beyond his understanding. He had never come into contact with such criminals. Criminals of Avansha's level were completely beyond the scope of the RCMP's responsibility.

"My employer wants you to return the gold pocket watch he lent you. I think you should understand it." Avansha said calmly, "Hand over the things, and I can spare your life. Otherwise... you will definitely regret how you died in the future."