As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

"Oh, today is the Obsidian Festival, a festival exclusively for us dwarves."

Wilbur gave her a full glass and answered with a smile:

"I thought you came to our grand event specially. In order to commemorate the great dwarf king who dug up the first piece of obsidian, no matter which branch of dwarves will drink and celebrate on this day."

"Obsidian, is it the kind of stone that is said to contain luck?"

Aiwen has read a lot of books in the past seven years, so she still knows this kind of common sense.

"That's not just a legend, it's actually a precious forging material that can increase forging efficiency."

The dwarf shield warrior picked up a large glass of wine and clinked a glass with her:

"According to our records, there is obsidian in the divine sword used by your ancestor, and that sword was forged by us dwarves..."

After talking a lot of gossip, the silver-haired girl asked him a question seemingly casually:

"Wilbur, have you ever heard of a witch?"

This is the purpose of her coming here today.

The giant sword man Ken once said that the identity of the masked man is a "witch".

Before going to war with a powerful enemy, it is also very important to know the enemy's intelligence.

But there are almost no records about witches in the book, and this matter is not suitable for asking anyone to ask casually, so she thought of the dwarves with a long history.

"Witch?"

Wilbur stopped drinking.

He stroked his beard and asked strangely:

"My friend, why do you suddenly want to know this?"

"Just curious."

Egwene replied:

"I accidentally heard this word mentioned by others, but I rarely see records about witches in ancient books."

Then she deliberately flattered each other to:

"Because the dwarves are one of the oldest races in the world, and there are many knowledgeable and wise men in them, I guess you may know."

"Haha, I'm not a wise man, but I also know a little about witches."

Wilbur took a sip from his wine glass proudly:

"Gudu...puha!"

He put the wine glass aside and exhaled a strong smell of alcohol:

"The witch is an extremely ancient existence, even dating back to before the era of destruction."

"It is said that this world once experienced a catastrophe. At that time, humans, dwarves, and elves on land; mermaids and sea monsters in the water...even the eagles and griffins in the sky did not escape this disaster."

"Only a very small number of lucky ones were selected by the gods and hid in the shelters built by the gods, and finally managed to linger on and survive;"

"But when they returned from the refuge, the witch's footsteps were still active in the world, and they didn't disappear because of the catastrophe."

"Even now, the ancients have long since disappeared in the long river of history, and the kingdoms of dwarves and elves have risen and fallen several times. Only the witch and the dragon are still the same as before."

The dwarf shield warrior paused for a while to ponder, and read out the words and phrases in his memory:

"In ancient times, when our ancestors were still obsessed with mining, there were already three witches who were world-famous:"

"——The first witch is kind-hearted, with a warm smile; she likes moonlight, starlight and morning wind; it is rumored that she often shuttles through the quiet forest and wilderness at dawn;"

"Whether it's an animal, a human, or a dwarf... She will help when she encounters difficulties, and she is deeply respected and loved by everyone."

"—The second witch has a weird temper, a cold and violent personality; she likes darkness, loneliness and death; it is rumored that she often wanders in dark tombs and ruins in the dark night;"

"When she is in a good mood, even if an ant gets lost, she will guide her enthusiastically;"

"But if it makes her angry, then her anger can even destroy a country."

"Is the witch so powerful?"

The silver-haired girl was surprised:

"Can you destroy a country by yourself?"

"Rumours, just rumors."

Wilbur also felt that what he said was a little exaggerated, so he replied embarrassingly:

"I don't believe this statement either, but there is indeed a warning in our family, 'Don't look at the witch with your eyes, don't listen to the witch with your ears', and it has been passed down from generation to generation."

"What about the third one?"

The silver-haired girl became more and more curious.

"The third witch is the most mysterious. She never goes to the outside world, and few people have seen her true face."

Wilbur drank another glass of wine, scratched his beard and said:

"It is said that she lives on an ancient island and controls a huge kingdom made of ice. Only invited guests can enter there; ordinary people will freeze even their breath when they get close."

"Then what's her name, Ice Witch?"

In Ai Wen's mind, a beautiful female magician whose whole body was covered with ice crystals appeared.

"No, her most formidable thing is not magic, but prophecy."

Wilbur said:

"She can accurately tell the fate of someone and the final outcome of something; she can also see through the rise and fall of all things, and there are rumors that she can stop time;"

"She can predict the future of all things, but she never mentions her past...so everyone feels mysterious and awed by her."

The dwarf shield warrior said word by word:

"—She is the ruler of the ancient kingdom, and the world calls it [The Witch who Forgot Time]!"

……

……

From the residence of the copper helmet dwarves, Wilbur personally sent her outside.

Before leaving, the dwarf hesitated, and suggested to her in a low voice:

"If you're really interested in witches, you should actually go to Vanessa."

The dwarf uttered a piece of information:

"As far as I know, she came to Poltain from Moro to find the witch, so you can ask her about this."

"Vanessa? Why is she looking for a witch?"

The silver-haired girl wondered.

"I don't know that."

Wilbur shrugged:

"As I said, my news here is not very well-informed, but I guess... maybe it has something to do with her appearance."

"Indeed, Vanessa looks a little unusual."

Sitting in the carriage, Egwene thought to herself:

"She is already 19 years old, but she looks like a child in her early 10s... Could it be that she has received some kind of curse?"

Chapter 40 Little Lolita's Secret

"Huh? Why are you here again?"

Seeing her, the blond little loli was very upset:

"And it's still so early in the morning, don't you know that others are going to sleep!"

A few golden hairs were raised on her hair, her face was confused, and she was holding a big pillow in her hand.

Obviously, he was still dreaming in bed just now, but was woken up by the knock on the door.

"I brought you a present."

Ai Wen was already familiar with dealing with her, and beckoned to the back.

"Meow?"

An orange kitten ran to her side and purred softly.

"Wow! It's you!"

The blond girl immediately felt relieved.

She threw the pillow aside, jumped over and hugged the little orange cat, and rubbed her cheeks fiercely!

"Hmph... you're smart, come in."

Lying on the ground to play with the kitten for a while, she reluctantly stood up and snorted:

"But you don't want to have breakfast with me."

"I'm not hungry right now."

Egwene followed her into the room.

"Tell me, why did you come to see me?"

The blond little loli asked listlessly:

"Isn't today the semi-finals? You didn't prepare, but ran over to disturb people's sleep... Huha..."

Having said that, she couldn't help but yawned a lot.

"Wilbur was assassinated some time ago and was seriously injured. He has abstained."

Egwene replied:

"So I didn't play today."