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Chapter 245 Why the story spread
The cafe was quiet.

It’s not that there are no customers, but there is a person in the cafe that makes people afraid to speak loudly.

Sitting by the window, there is a girl with green curly hair and wearing a tight dress. Her aura makes people feel dangerous, and her seductiveness mixed with extreme danger makes people unable to control their gazes, but their hearts are telling them that she is a presence that absolutely cannot be approached.

"Thank you." Ximu took the coffee cup handed over by the waitress and placed it in front of the monster witch. "Did you have coffee in your time?"

The monster witch picked up the coffee cup, smelled the aroma of coffee, and took a sip. "In my time, there were more refreshing and addictive drinks."

She put down her coffee cup.

"But coffee has indeed existed for a long time, but the taste was completely different from what it is now, perhaps because it was cultivated artificially."

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

He knew that the Monster Witch did not lie. It was not because he was very familiar with the era of the Monster Witch, but purely according to the official description of the game, after the plague came, civilization would experience a certain degree of restart, and many things would change.

Memories that were considered ominous in the previous civilization would be strictly prohibited in the next civilization. For example, something that was developed to be highly addictive would be jointly banned by the church in the next civilization.

This is why there are so few addictive things in this world that can make people intoxicated and obsessed. Because of tens of thousands of years of trial and error, and the gradually improved censorship system, many addictive things cannot be released at all.

Unless the developer has the power to fight against the church and against 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 gently with a coffee spoon, not caring at all about it being too sweet.

"In three years, the first challenge to the Lord of Ashes will come, and this 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 display your talents."

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

In response, the Monster Witch gently rubbed the edge of the cup with her fingers, and a thoughtful look appeared in her green eyes. Then she said:
"Rather than saying that the time given is too tight, it's more like 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 in only giving us three years."

Her voice was calm and analytical.

"If time goes back decades, those who were closely related to Akhtar will disappear due to the change of time. They were not born decades ago, so the Witch of Time cannot choose decades ago. The second is Akhtar's humanity... whether it can last. Finally, there is a lack of urgency if time is too long."

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

"This requires considering whether the Lord of Ashes can still maintain his humanity in three years." The Monster Witch took a sip of the overly sweet coffee and then smiled seductively. "If the Lord of Ashes is not defeated in three years, that woman will still reset the timeline and let us start over while keeping our memories."

The Sick and Dead Witch also reacted: "Even if we fail, we can still gain experience in fighting the Lord of Ashes."

"This is just a guess." The Monster Witch shook her head slightly. "What kind of contract the Time Witch and the Lord of Ashes have reached is only clear to them."

She set her sights on Sleipnir, who looked uneasy.

"Your expression just now is not right. Are you worried about the safety of the Lord of Ashes?"

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

This wonderful development was something she had never imagined.

The monster witch bent her white fingers and gently supported her chin, looking at Sleipnir sharply until Sleipnir almost lowered his head into his arms.

She calmly withdrew her gaze.

"Sleipnir, tell me your story about Akhtar."

"It's not an interesting story." Sleipnir showed an embarrassment. She didn't want to tell the monster witch how she was tricked by Akhtar step by step into becoming his mount. It was too shameful.

"Things about the Lord of Ashes are definitely not something that can be defined as interesting." The Monster Witch's expression was serious, but her voice suddenly became gentle. "I need information about the Lord of Ashes and what kind of man he is."

The Sickly Witch silently turned her head and met Akhtar's gaze, then lowered the corners of her mouth. She began to look forward to what expression the Monster Witch would show when she knew Ximu was the Lord of Ashes, and whether she could maintain her current calm and rationality.

"In fact, I am also curious about the information about the Lord of Ashes." Ximu spoke slowly and smiled at Sleipnir, "No one in this world knows the Lord of Ashes better than you. After all, Sleipnir is the Lord of Ashes'...partner."

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

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

"Everyone except the Lord of Ashes will be burned to ashes, even your partner."

"Then we have to give up the plan of sneaking into the new world by becoming a companion." The Monster Witch nodded slightly, and then met Sleipnir's puzzled eyes, "Assuming that as the companion of the Lord of Ashes, you are not affected by the Ash Flame, then Sleipnir, you only need to become Typhon, the Lord of Thousands of Monsters, and you can deform everyone into monsters, accommodate all lives as one, and sneak into a brand new world with all lives."

"That sounds like a good idea." The Sick Witch fell into thought, "Then can we create an existence that is not affected by the Ash Flame and can accommodate all the lives in the world as one?"

She explained.

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

Sleipnir pursed his lips, as if suppressing some emotion, and said, "The conditions for becoming a partner are very demanding. I have been with Akhtar all the time to grow up and become his partner. It is not easy to meet the conditions required for a partner."

Why did the discussion turn to partners? This... was obviously intended to steal her identity as the Lord of Ashes' partner, even if they knew it was to smuggle her into a new world.

But I still feel very uncomfortable inside.

It feels like someone saying that in order to save the world, he would sacrifice his wife and marry someone else.

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

Although partners do not mean husband and wife, but just mean people walking on the same path, being partners often means an extremely close relationship.

"It's just an idea." The Monster Witch looked at Sleipnir, who was beginning to get a little emotional, and couldn't help but gently shook her head to comfort him, "If there is a better way, then there is naturally no need to find someone to become the Lord of Ashes' partner."

"Since we can all come up with this idea through discussion," the Sick Witch lowered her eyes, "Does that mean someone has had the same idea before?"

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

"Stories about Akhtar's deeds spread very quickly. Many people have already learned about Akhtar's deeds. If someone continues to spread the stories about Akhtar."

Monster Witch asserted, "That means someone wants to screen out those who can follow in Akhtar's footsteps."

"He has the ability to resist the Ash Flame and can catch up with Akhtar." The Sick Witch analyzed, "This means that someone is screening the entire world, hoping to find someone suitable to become the Lord of Ashes' partner."

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

"If we can find such a person, that person will be the savior of this world... and can lead everyone to a brand 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 just be a backup plan." "I want to go for a walk." Sleipnir supported the table with both hands and showed an apologetic expression to the Monster Witch. "Lady Monster Witch, let's talk about the Lord of Ashes tonight."

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

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

This is really... too much.

Even though she knew very well in her heart that this plan would most likely not succeed, she also knew clearly that it was for the purpose of saving the world.

But if she really finds someone who can resist the Ash Flame and catch up with Akhtar, then does she really have to watch Akhtar become a partner with someone else?

The thought of this may make you feel very uncomfortable.

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

"If I don't tell her now, she will know it later." The monster witch shook her head slightly, 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 Sleipnir's creator and mother. I will not refute your educational philosophy."

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

"Plop." The sound of a coffee cup falling was heard. The noble girl who was sitting not far away crossed her arms and found that her body was shaking uncontrollably and she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Her best friend sitting across from her was in the same situation.

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

Trembling and frightened for unknown reasons.

"You are feared by the Witch of Death and 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 then she remembered that the Lord of Ashes could not descend into the past, otherwise the world would be burned to ashes.

This made her start thinking about other possibilities.

"Are you... afraid of me?" Ximu looked at the Sickly Witch doubtfully, and then saw the Sickly Witch shaking her head vigorously.

He explained.

"He's just a bard who's good at telling stories. Sleipnir prefers to listen to stories, and I'm good at telling stories, so the relationship between Sleipnir and I should be that of a listener and a storyteller."

lie.

The monster witch's eyes faded coldly. She didn't plan to continue asking questions. It was meaningless 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 the mansion where we are staying temporarily." Ximu stood up and took out a black card. "If you have no place to live, you can stay here temporarily."

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

"Then I'll leave too." The Sick Witch also stood up, raised her hand to gently gather the hair beside her ears, and smiled at the Monster Witch, "There's obviously something wrong with that man Ximu, you have to explore him carefully."

She said as if she was concerned.

"You don't want the daughter you created to be deceived by a bad man, do you?" He said as he walked away humming a song.

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

But the monster witch was too rational and arrogant. She didn't take her seriously at all and could directly say that she wanted to get rid of her.

Then it was only natural for her to set a trap for the Monster Witch and let her come into conflict with the Lord of Ashes.

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

The cafe emptied.

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

"Miss, you haven't paid yet." The waitress looked like she was about to cry, and the store manager, who was hiding behind the counter, half-poked his head out and looked at the monster witch at the door with terrified eyes. He would hide under the counter whenever there was any danger.

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

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

The waitress was slightly stunned, looking at the dangerous and charming girl. No matter how you look at her, she is a beauty. It would be a stretch to think that there will be people giving her money.

You don't need to sell your body, you can make money by kicking people a few times.

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 and tender fingers.

"If you swallow it, you can gain power beyond humans, but the price is to become a monster." After he finished speaking, he disappeared on the spot, as if he had never appeared.

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

But she couldn't remember the appearance of the dangerous girl, and even the appearance of the three people who were communicating with the girl began to blur. She only knew that there was one man and three women, but she couldn't remember what they said or 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 become blurry, as if the brain subconsciously blocked related memories and could not remember the specific events at all.

"Manager, do you want to eat hair?" The waitress turned around and looked at the 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 in normal condition would eat that kind of stuff? Who knows if you will become weird or not.

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

"How about we sell this hair?"

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

(End of this chapter)