Chapter 245 Why the Story Spread

The cafe is quiet.

This wasn't because there were no customers, it was just because there was a presence in the cafe that made people afraid to speak loudly.

Sitting by the window, a girl with green curly hair and wearing a close-fitting dress. Her aura makes people feel dangerous, and the sense of seductiveness mixed with extreme danger makes people unable to control their gaze. , but the heart itself is telling that it is an existence that absolutely cannot be approached.

"Thank you." Ximu took the coffee cup handed over by the waitress, and then placed it in front of the monster witch, "Is there coffee in your day?"

The monster witch picked up the coffee cup, feeling the aroma of coffee reaching her nose, and then took a sip: "In my era, there were drinks that were more refreshing and addictive."

She put down her coffee cup.

"However, coffee has indeed existed for a long time, but the taste at that time was completely different from now. This may be due to artificial cultivation."

"Then you can experience many new things in this era." Ximu pointed to the desserts on the table.

He knew that Monster Witch was not lying. This was not because he had a very good understanding of Monster Witch's era. It was purely based on the official description of the game. After the plague came, civilization would undergo a certain degree of restart, and many things would change.

Memories that were considered ominous in the previous civilization will be strictly prohibited in the next civilization. For example, highly addictive things that are developed will be jointly banned by the church in the next civilization.

This is why there are very few addictive things in this world, because with tens of thousands of years of trial and error and the gradual improvement of the censorship system, many addictive things have not been released at all. Not coming out.

Unless the developer has the power to fight against the church and God.

"Heh... maybe we don't have that much time." The monster witch picked up a few sugar cubes and put them into the cup, stirring them gently with a coffee spoon, not caring about the sweetness at all.

"In three years, there will be the first challenge to the Lord of Ashes, and the world will be burned to ashes."

Ximu showed an expression of approval: "Three years is indeed too short. There is no time for you to use your talents."

"It would be reasonable if we could give more than ten years of preparation time." The Death Witch frowned. She also felt that the time given by the Witch of Time was too short. She wanted to find a way to defeat the Lord of Ashes within three years. This is basically The impossible.

In response, the monster witch gently rubbed the edge of the cup with her fingers, her green eyes showed a thoughtful look, and then said:

"It's not so much that the time given is too tight, but that the Witch of Time can only give us three years. She must know the importance of time better than we do, but she must have concerns if she only gives us three years."

Her voice was calm and analytical.

"If the time goes back a few decades, those people who are closely related to Akhtar will disappear due to time changes. They were not born decades ago, so the Witch of Time cannot choose decades ago. Secondly, It’s Akhtar’s humanity… whether it can last, and ultimately it’s the lack of urgency if it goes too long.”

Ximu said: "But three years is indeed too short, isn't it?"

"This requires considering whether the Lord of Ashes can maintain his humanity three years later." The monster witch took a sip of the overly sweet coffee, and then showed a coquettish smile, "If the Lord of Ashes is not defeated in three years, that woman will still be The timeline will be reset, allowing us to start over while preserving our memories.”

The Sick Death Witch also reacted: "Even if we fail, we can still accumulate experience against the Lord of Ashes."

"This is just a guess." The Monster Witch shook her head slightly, "Only they know what kind of contract the Witch of Time and the Lord of Ashes have reached."

She cast her gaze on Sleipnir, who looked embarrassed.

"Your expression looked wrong just now. Are you worried about the safety of the Lord of Ashes?"

Sleipnir shook his head vigorously, silently lowered his head and bit the straw, choosing to pretend to be dead and not say anything. She felt very desperate now. The mother who created her and her partner were now in a life-or-death relationship.

This wonderful development was something she had never imagined.

The monster witch curled her white fingers and gently held her chin. She looked at Sleipnir sharply until Sleipnir almost lowered his head to his arms.

She calmly withdrew her gaze.

"Sleipnir, tell me your story about Akhtar."

"It's not an interesting story." Sleipnir looked embarrassed. She didn't want to tell the monster witch how she was tricked into becoming a mount by Akhtar step by step. This was really too shameful.

"Things related to the Lord of Ashes cannot be defined as interesting." The monster witch had a serious expression, but her voice suddenly softened, "I need information about the Lord of Ashes and what kind of man he is."

The sick-death witch turned her head silently, met Akhtar's gaze, and then lowered the raised corners of her mouth. She began to look forward to what kind of expression the monster witch would show when she knew that Ximu was the Lord of Ashes, and whether she could maintain her current attitude. Calm and rational.

"Actually, I'm also curious about the Lord of Ashes' information." Ximu spoke slowly and smiled at Sleipnir, "No one in this world knows the Lord of Ashes better than you. After all, Sleipnir is Ashes. The Lord's...companion."

Sleipnir subconsciously added: "It was my former partner. The current Lord of Ashes cannot have a partner."

"Why?" asked the monster witch, and then saw Sleipnir showing a complicated expression and holding the cup in front of him with both hands.

"Everything except the Lord of Ashes will be burned to ashes, even partners."

"The plan of smuggling to the new world by becoming a companion has to be abandoned." The monster witch nodded slightly, and then met Sleipnir's confused eyes, "Assuming that being the companion of the Lord of Ashes can not be affected by the flames of ash. "Sleipnir, as long as you become Typhon, the lord of thousands of monsters, you can transform everyone into monsters, integrate all life into one, and sneak into a new world with all life."

"Sounds like a really good idea." The Sick Death Witch fell into thinking, "Can we create an existence that is not affected by the flames of ashes and can accommodate all life in the world as one?"

She explained.

"As long as such a being can be created and can become the companion of the Lord of Ashes, then there is no doubt that all life can be smuggled into a new world."

Sleipnir pursed his lips, as if suppressing some emotions and said: "The conditions for becoming a partner are very harsh. I have been growing up with Akhtar to be a partner. It is not just a matter of casually achieving the requirements of a partner." Required conditions.”

Why did the discussion revolve around her partner? This... didn't explicitly mean to steal her identity as Lord of Ashes' partner, even if she knew it was to sneak into a new world.

But I still feel very uncomfortable inside.

This feeling is like someone saying that in order to save the world, you will give up your wife and marry another person.

No matter how you think about it, it’s hard to accept.

Although partner does not mean husband and wife, just people who are on the same path, being a partner often means an extremely close relationship.

"This is just an idea." The monster witch looked at Sleipnir, who was starting to feel a little emotional, and couldn't help but shake her head gently to comfort her, "If there is a better way, then naturally there is no need to find someone to become the Lord of Ashes. companion."

"Since we can all discuss this idea casually." The sick-death witch lowered her eyes, "Did someone already have the same idea?"

She glanced at the two noble girls sitting at the table next to her.

"The deeds about Akhtar spread very quickly, and many people have initially learned about Akhtar's deeds. If someone continues to spread the news about Akhtar's deeds."

The monster witch asserted, "That means someone hopes to screen out people who can follow in Akhtar's footsteps."

"Having the ability to resist the flames of ash, and being able to follow Akhtar's footsteps." The Sick Death Witch analyzed, "This shows that someone is sifting through the entire world, hoping to find a suitable partner to become the lord of ash. people."

Her eyes fell on Sleipnir, who was biting his lower lip.

"If such an existence can be found, that person will be the... savior of this world, and can take everyone to a new world."

The monster witch shook her head slightly and raised her hand to rub Sleipnir's head. "The conditions are too harsh. This may be just a filing."

"I want to go for a walk." Sleipnir put his hands on the table and showed an apologetic expression to the Monster Witch, "Monster Witch, we will talk about the Lord of Ashes in the evening."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a wisp of wind and disappeared into the cafe.

She hadn't thought about it deeply at first, but now that she thought about it, she realized that someone was making arrangements behind the scenes, trying to screen the whole world to compete for her partner's position.

This is just too...excessive.

Even though she knew very well that this plan would probably not succeed, she also knew clearly that it was to save the world.

But if she really found someone who could resist the flames of ashes and follow Akhtar's footsteps, would she really have to watch Akhtar become a partner with someone else.

Thinking of this may make you feel very uncomfortable.

"Isn't it bad to discuss this in front of Sleipnir?" Ximu raised his hand to rub his forehead and asked the two witches, "Now you still have to rely on Sleipnir to understand Akhtar. This person?"

"If you don't tell her now, she will know it later." The monster witch shook her head gently, her eyes too calm, "It's better to let her be mentally prepared earlier."

Ximu turned his head and looked out the window: "You are the creator and mother of Sleipnir. I will not refute your educational philosophy."

"Then who are you?" The monster witch's eyes suddenly became sharp, and a dangerous aura filled the cafe.

"Crack." There was a sound of the coffee cup falling. The aristocratic girl sitting not far away, folding her arms with one hand, found that her body was shaking involuntarily, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

And her best friend opposite her was in the same state.

No... to be more precise, everyone in the entire cafe was trembling, as if they were facing some apex predator.

Trembling and fearful for no apparent reason.

"The Death Witch is afraid of you, and you have a close relationship with Sleipnir." The Monster Witch asked coldly, "Who are you?"

Originally, she was still guessing that Ximu was the incarnation of the Lord of Ashes, but she thought that the Lord of Ashes could not come to the past, otherwise the world would be burned into ashes.

This got her thinking about other possibilities.

"Are you... afraid of me?" Ximu glanced at the sick-dead witch in confusion, and then saw the sick-dead witch shaking her head vigorously.

He explained this.

"I am just a bard who is good at telling stories. Sleipnir prefers to listen to stories. I am good at telling stories, so the relationship between me and Sleipnir should be that of a listener and a teller."

lie.

The monster witch's eyes were cold and restrained. She had no intention of continuing to ask questions. It meant nothing to her. After all, she was not a person who liked to explore secrets. As long as it didn't hinder her, it didn't matter.

And this man has no intention of telling the truth.

"This is our temporary residence." Ximu stood up and took out a black card. "If you have no place to live, you can come and stay temporarily."

The monster witch took the card with the house number clearly written on it, and Ximu also left the cafe at this time.

"Then let me leave too." The Sick Death Witch also stood up, raised her hand to gently touch the hair beside her ears, and smiled sweetly at the Monster Witch, "There is obviously something very wrong with that man Ximu, you have to explore it carefully. "

She said as if concerned.

"You don't want the daughter you created to be deceived by a bad man." After saying this, he left humming a song.

In fact, she admitted that the Monster Witch was very good, able to think of a seemingly solution to Ragnarok so quickly, and she immediately took practical action to find her former creation.

But the monster witch is too rational and arrogant to take her seriously, and can directly say that she will be dealt with.

Then it would be logical for her to dig a hole for the Monster Witch to cause a conflict between the Monster Witch and the Lord of Ashes.

Anyway, whether it succeeds or not has nothing to do with her.

The cafe was empty.

The monster witch sat there and thought for a long time, then stood up and planned to leave the cafe, but was stopped by a waiter with freckles on his face.

"Miss, you haven't paid yet." The waitress looked like she was about to cry, while the store manager who was hiding at the counter stuck out his head and looked at the monster witch at the door with frightened eyes. As long as there was any danger, he would Hide under the counter.

The monster witch was silent for a moment and said, "I have no money."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

The waitress was stunned for a moment, looking at the girl who was both dangerous and charming at the same time. No matter how you looked at her, she was a beauty. As long as she thought about it, someone would have a constant source of money to give her.

There is no need to sell your body, you can make money by giving people a few kicks.

After all, many noble lords like this.

"This is for you." The monster witch brushed her hair with her fingers, and a dark green hair was wrapped around her white fingers.

"As long as you swallow it, you can gain power beyond human beings, but the price is to become a monster." After the words were spoken, he disappeared where he was, as if he had never appeared.

The waitress blinked and looked at the hair on her palm. She felt something was wrong. This was not the magical way the dangerous girl disappeared.

But she actually couldn't remember the appearance of the dangerous girl, and even the appearances of the three people communicating with the girl began to blur. She only knew that there were a man and three women. As for what they said, she couldn't remember what they looked like.

The only thing that was certain now was that there was a woman with green hair among them.

As for other information, it began to blur, as if the brain subconsciously blocked the relevant memories and could not remember the specific process at all.

"Store manager, do you want to eat hair?" The waitress turned her head and looked at the store manager hiding under the counter and asked, "The mysterious lady said that if you eat it, you will turn into a monster."

Store manager: "..."

It is said that if you eat it, you will turn into a monster. Who among normal people would eat something like that? Who knows if it will turn into strange shapes.

The waitress also showed a tangled expression when she saw this:

"How about we sell this hair?"

"Who would buy a piece of hair to eat?" The store manager slowly stood up and regained his composure, "If something happens, can we afford to pay for it?"