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Chapter 243 Partner, Travel with Me Again

The sky was getting light, and the morning sun shone through the gaps between the leaves, onto the clear lake, creating ripples as the girl's white toes swayed.

Sleipnir sat on a rock beside the lake, her straight and slender legs immersed in the lake, her silky white hair fluttering in the breeze. She looked at the man beside her tenderly, as if he was the only one in her eyes.

The man who was supposed to be at the end of time miraculously appeared and came to her first. This feeling made her heart feel as if it was filled with honey.

"I didn't expect you still remembered me." Ximu looked at Sleipnir who was smiling brightly beside him and said, "Our partnership should be dissolved automatically."

"It was the Outsider who sent my soul to Valhalla, thus synchronizing the memories of the future to the present." Sleipnir gently poked the surface of the lake and explained to Akhtar, "The Outsider seemed to want to use us to restrain your actions and prevent this world from being burned so easily."

Even though she was not as brilliant as the demons and witches, she could still understand why the demons from the outside world deliberately preserved her soul - not because of her, but because of Akhtar.

"Then he did a good thing." Ximu didn't mind the behavior of the demon from outside the world, and even thought he did a good job.

As the Lord of Ashes, he would burn everything except himself, which naturally included his partner, so shortly after becoming the Lord of Ashes, he dissolved his partnership with Sleipnir and sent her to the Order of the Dead.

Of course, it stands to reason that a partnership cannot be easily dissolved. Both parties are on the same path, and it is not so easy to abandon each other. But Sleipnir did not catch up with him, and he has the authority of the player, so dissolving the partnership is as simple as changing a pet.

Moreover, Sleipnir was of almost no help to his battle at that time. When fighting against the Omniscient God, the basic speed was the speed of light. Sleipnir's ability had basically become useless, so he dissolved his partnership with her.

"Yeah, I think so too." Sleipnir smiled and raised his hand to gently touch the hair beside his ear. "Otherwise I might forget you."

"It's okay, I will create new memories." Ximu glanced at the sick witch not far away. She twisted her hands together nervously, her eyes wandering around, as if she was ready to run away at any time.

Sleipnir followed the line of sight, "Instead of using her to catch me, she used stories and music to seduce me."

She recalled how she was persuaded by Akhtar to become his mount. The man had been after her from the beginning. At that time, she foolishly believed Akhtar's words and thought that she had chosen to follow him. Now, looking back, she realized how cunning Akhtar was.

Unfortunately, it's too late now.

"Music and stories?" Ximu thought for a moment, picked a leaf from the lake, and began to play. The familiar melody floated over the lake, accompanied by the stirring of the lake surface by the girl's toes, together depicting a warm picture.

The morning sun shone through the clouds and fell on the girl. She looked at the man who played music for her with a sweet smile, as if she had returned to the first time she met Akhtar, except that it was late at night and now it was early morning. Her mood also changed from the original vigilance to full of joy and sweetness.

In the same place, in the same environment, with the same person, doing the same thing, but the emotions surging in my heart are completely different.

It may have been a long time, or it may have been just a moment.

Ximu put down the leaves, looked at the smiling girl beside him, and then stretched out his hand: "Partner, can you accompany me on another journey?"

"Yes." Sleipnir gently held the hand offered to him and smiled gently at Akhtar. "No matter how many times or how long the journey is, it's fine."

"That sounds tiring." Ximu chuckled, pulled Sleipnir to stand up, and then walked towards the Sickly Witch who had a troubled look on her face not far away.

As the distance between the two sides shortened, the Sickly Witch took a few steps back, her eyes revealing vigilance. Although the man had previously shown an elegant and gentlemanly side that could easily trick the girl into his hands, she clearly remembered that Akhtar was an extremely dangerous existence - the Lord of Ashes at the end of time, a terrifying existence that might descend at any time to burn the world to ashes.

"Don't be so scared." Ximu couldn't help shaking his head, "I'm not a devil. I won't eat you."

The sick witch twitched her lips.

Does this man have any self-awareness? He is the most dangerous existence in this world, and the devil is not even worthy of being compared with him.

"You... no, why are you planning to contact me?" She adjusted her mood and her eyes suddenly calmed down. "There is no value in contacting a little witch like me."

Although it sounds like self-deprecation, it is the truth. Compared with the Witch of Death, the Witch of Creation, and the Witch of Time, she is really just a little witch, and even in the eyes of ordinary people, she is already an extremely dangerous existence. But she is not worthy of attracting the Lord of Ashes.

"To see a god." Ximu answered casually, and walked out of the oak forest with Sleipnir. The Sick Witch hesitated for a moment, but still followed the Lord of Ashes and left together, not taking the opportunity to escape. Although the Lord of Ashes currently seemed to be only at the level of awakening ability, for an existence of that level, the strength value was simply filled with feet, and it might turn into a terrifying existence that burns the world in the blink of an eye. So as long as there was a possibility that it was the real Lord of Ashes, she would not dare to offend him casually.

Although she still doubts whether Ximu is a fake Lord of Ashes.

……

Not long after the three left, several dusk believers in black robes appeared. They observed the surrounding environment until someone squatted down and touched the traces under the ground.

"Sleipnir has left." The crouching dwarf lifted his cloak, revealing flaming red hair and pupils filled with mad will.

This is a red-haired dwarf.

"Grandpa, is it really necessary to find that horse?" Not far away, a petite loli with a huge hammer in both hands had puffed cheeks. "She was just the Lord of Ashes' former partner. She has no connection with the Lord of Ashes now."

"But she is a partner after all." The red-haired dwarf said, "Perhaps we can contact the Lord of Ashes through her and speed up the burning of the world."

Dwarf Loli: "..."

Anyway, the countdown to the destruction of this world is only three years, so there is no need to destroy the world so hastily. But my grandpa and the others are more motivated and can't wait to burn the world to ashes today.

"Let's go. Our ambition to burn the world requires diligence and hard work." The red-haired dwarf educated his granddaughter, then led his subordinates to follow the footprints.

The more powerful the Dusk believers are, the more they hate this world, and they wish they could burn the world to ashes immediately; while the weaker Dusk believers will not be too resistant to the world, and their inner impulse to burn the world mainly comes from the influence of faith and the Flame of Ashes, rather than disgust with the world itself.

……

The next day. In Lionheart City, in a cafe on the commercial street.

Sleipnir held his cheek with one hand, a bitten straw in his mouth, looking at the bubbling juice on the table, looking a little bored.

The sick witch sitting opposite was holding the coffee cup with both hands, looking obedient, but her eyes were wandering around, as if she was thinking about whether to run away.

Now it was just her and Sleipnir together. As for Akhtar, he seemed to have seen someone familiar and left the cafe halfway.

“Have you heard?” The voices of young girls discussing could be heard not far away, attracting the attention of the Sick Witch and Sleipnir. They saw two noble girls sitting at the table next to them. Their looks… were… okay. Although they could not be called beauties, their dressing was quite a plus.

"It's a story about a future hero." The girl with waist-length black hair and a white flower ornament on her head said with her chin resting on her chin as she intertwined her fingers: "That man will save the princess in distress in three years, and then fight for her. In the end, he will challenge the dragon-slaying hero Siegfried."

"Where did you get this rumor from?" The petite girl opposite had a helpless expression on her face. She looked at her friend and said, "This is another story made up by some third-rate astrologer."

In this world, all destinies are recorded in the starry sky. In theory, all destinies can be known, so it is possible that the prediction that a hero will participate in a duel for the princess in three years is possible.

"This is not a prediction made by a third-rate astrologer." The girl with the white flower on her head looked around and then whispered, "This is the information my sister forced out of the Twilight Cult members. It seems that there is someone in the Twilight Cult who can foresee the future. She can use the power of Ragnarok to look back into the past and determine the fate of the past."

"Is the Twilight Cult so powerful?" The petite noble girl covered her lips, but showed an interested expression, "What's the story about that hero?"

"This will all start with a duel." The girl with a white flower on her head smiled as she talked about the gossip she had learned.

Sleipnir's eyes widened when he heard this. Who on earth told Akhtar's story and described the story of Akhtar and Leticia so romantically, making people feel that they were in love. Obviously, she should be the first person Akhtar looked for after his return.

"Is Leticia really Akhtar's lover?" The Sick Witch didn't know if her brain was short-circuited. She asked Sleipnir, "Did that man really fight to the death for Leticia?"

She herself was not actually very clear about Akhtar's deeds. She only learned from the Witch of Time that Akhtar was the Lord of Ashes, but she did not know the entire process.

"It's true." Sleipnir's cheeks puffed slightly, but he admitted it unexpectedly frankly. After all, it was a fact, and denying it would only be embarrassing.

"But the prophecy has already been made." The petite girl beside her took a sip of coffee gracefully, "Princess Leticia will not be usurped by her sister, right?"

The girl with the white flower in her hair thought for a moment and said, "No one says that a princess must wait for a hero to save her. Why can't a princess go find her own hero?"

"Even if the future changes and the princess no longer needs to be saved, she can still find her own hero." She raised a finger and shook it. "And Princess Leticia doesn't seem like a vase character."

"If it really happens that the princess finds her hero." The petite girl clapped her hands and her eyes revealed anticipation, "It will definitely be very interesting."

"Right, right, it's always the hero saving the princess, it's time to change the routine and let the princess find her own hero." The girl wearing the white flower nodded repeatedly, looking forward to the princess finding her own hero.

……

at the same time.

In front of a dwarven blacksmith shop.

"The Red Dragon Blood Armor costs 100 million gold coins." The dwarf blacksmith stretched out his hand and looked at the cloaked man beside him and said, "This is the armor that the future hero Akhtar will wear. It also has resistance to dragons. Don't even think about buying it without 100 million gold coins."

"Is the price increasing too fast?" Ximu smiled, looked around the blacksmith shop, then took out a dagger from the shelf. The blade instantly cut through the air and pressed against the dwarf blacksmith's neck. Just a slight pressure could cut the neck.

"What's the price?"

The dwarf blacksmith swallowed his saliva and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. This man was very powerful. If he really tried to rob him, he would really die here.

"This armor is reserved for sale to Akhtar in the future, and its performance is not as strong as you think." He forced a smile and explained to the dangerous customer: "If you really want, I can make the same style of Red Dragon Blood Armor."

"It's okay if you don't sell it to me." Ximu drew back the dagger and glanced outside the store. He could vaguely detect a few figures wearing black cloaks. "But I don't know whether the Dusk believers hiding outside the door will buy from you."

The dwarf blacksmith's expression froze, and he turned to look at several of his fellow men outside the door who were wearing black cloaks. The dangerous and chaotic aura from them clearly did not indicate that they were normal people, which was very consistent with the impression of a Dusk believer.

"The prophecy about Akhtar seems to have first come from the Twilight Cult." Ximu analyzed: "Perhaps Akhtar will be related to the Twilight Cult in the future."

He looked at the ugly dwarf blacksmith.

"Are you sure you can sell the Red Dragon Blood Armor alive?"

There was silence for a moment.

The dwarf blacksmith made a choice between money and life, then forced a smile and said, "I'll sell it to you at the original price."

Ximu didn't say anything and kept smiling.

The dwarf blacksmith looked like he was about to cry when he saw this. He was so unscrupulous that he immediately understood the attitude of the customer in front of him.

He said dejectedly:

"I'll give you an extra 10,000 gold coins, and you can take the Red Dragon Blood Armor."

(End of this chapter)