What's Wrong with the Witch

　　Because no matter what the job is, just sitting at the workstation for eight hours a day is already unbearable for Mu Qiqi.

　　And this art work is not her type of painting.

　　In fact, because of the experience of life, her work is not enough.

　　As for other employees in the company, they often work overtime until a day or two in the early morning before returning home from get off work.

　　To give the simplest example, a young newcomer came to the art team, and when he first came in, he looked the same as a [-]- or [-]-year-old boy.

　　After only three months of work, this young man already looks like an uncle in his thirties or forties.

　　The work intensity is evident.

　　Therefore, after working for a period of time, Mu Qiqi felt that it was more reliable to open a cafe with few customers.

　　"Thank you!"

　　Le Xiaozhi was very moved when she saw the smile on Mu Qiqi's face.

　　However, she still felt something was wrong.

　　Did you have a nightmare just now?

　　Holding the milk tea, she looked left and right, vaguely remembering...

　　"what……"

　　Le Xiaozhi trembled all over, and almost dropped the milk tea in her hand.

　　She remembered that in the dream, two robbers came to the cafe, and then the whole cafe seemed to come alive and ate them...

　　"What's the matter?" Mu Qiqi saw Le Xiaozhi's frightened look, "Are you sick?"

　　"No, no, it just seemed like a nightmare."

　　The more Le Xiaozhi thought about it, the more ingrained it became in her mind, and the things she experienced in the nightmare became clearer, as if she had just experienced it in the real world.

　　Just look at the cafe again and it's like nothing happened.

　　"Nightmare? Oh, then drink milk tea, just forget it."

　　Mu Qiqi smiled slightly, opened the "Dark Canon", and prepared to continue learning magic.

　　Now that the summoning magic has been successful, many other types of magic should also be tried.

　　……

　　Le Xiaozhi was drinking milk tea, the more she thought about it, the more wrong she became, the more afraid she became, she didn't want to stay here any longer.

　　Yes, there is still the task of the webmaster, as long as you bring back a few pictures.

　　"The store manager." Le Xiaozhi shouted worriedly, "Can you send me a few more paintings? You can also buy them."

　　"Want my paintings? Well, my paintings are very expensive, but I'm not short of money." Mu Qiqi brushed off her long pink and smooth hair and smiled, "If you really want it, you can change it. Oh."

　　"Change?"

　　Le Xiaozhi was startled, not knowing what to do.

　　"Yes, such as the glove on your left hand, the material looks very good and beautiful, you can exchange two paintings with me."

　　Mu Qiqi said with a smile.

　　She has always been generous with her lovely guests.

　　SCP-233 "Holy Gloves"!

　　Le Xiaozhi looked at her left hand, but she didn't expect the store manager to take a fancy to her gloves.

　　This is a Sealed Artifact belonging to the Foundation, can it be exchanged?

　　However, the stationmaster also said that everything was reimbursed by him.

　　Most importantly, can she refuse?

　　Dare to refuse?

　　Le Xiaozhi shuddered as she remembered everything she had experienced in the nightmare just now.

　　"But……"

　　She was hesitating, and she couldn't help looking at the bookshelf not far away.

　　A happy smile appeared on Naifei's face on the side, this was the highness she was familiar with.

　　Trading or something, I have never seen His Highness Mu Qiqi suffer any losses.

　　Of course, if the transaction is successful, Le Xiaozhi will also make a lot of money.

　　"Well, the books on the shelf, you can take one back to read for three days, and you must return it after three days."

　　It turns out that I still want to read her collection of books.

　　Most of these books were collected by her with great difficulty. Unless she brought out the magic materials she desperately needed, she would never let anyone take them out of the cafe.

　　"it is good."

　　In fact, Le Xiaozhi just wanted to leave sooner.

　　She recalled the crazy babble she heard in the nightmare, the babble seemed to come from hell, to tear people apart.

　　Thankfully it was a nightmare.

　　Well, it must be a nightmare, definitely not real!

　　"Do you want to choose your own book?"

　　Mu Qiqi opened a drawer, took out two paintings from it and placed them on the counter.

　　Naifei glanced curiously, but said nothing.

　　"No, no, the store manager can help me choose one."

　　Regardless of whether it was a nightmare or not, Le Xiaozhi didn't want to get any closer to the bookshelf.

　　"Well, then take this book with you."

　　Mu Qiqi casually took a copy of Weird Tales from the bookshelf.

　　This seems to be a bound book that records all kinds of interesting stories, and she doesn't know how many books there are.

　　But this book is at least ten centimeters thick, and it is difficult to read it in three days.

　　At that time, Le Xiaozhi will definitely come back here again.

　　"Thank you boss."

　　Le Xiaozhi looked at her left hand fascinatedly. It was obviously more important to leave the cafe earlier than her beautiful left hand.

　　So, without hesitation, she took off the SCP-233 "Holy Gloves" and put them on the bar.

　　Then quickly drank the rest of the milk tea, and prepared to leave with pictures and books.

　　Just as he turned around, he saw a tall shadow standing in front of him.

　　"what……"

　　Looking at it again, it was the man in the trench coat who was sitting in front of the bar and reading a book.

　　Is it, is it...

　　Are you going to be killed?

　　Can't escape after all?

　　Le Xiaozhi was holding the book, trembling, and didn't dare to move at all.

　　"Le Xiaozhi, it's a gift from Mr. Windbreaker. Just accept it. Don't worry, Mr. Windbreaker is a good person."

　　Because he didn't know the name of the man in the windbreaker, Mu Qiqi simply called him Mr.

　　After all, the man in the trench coat uses extremely weird syllables every time he speaks, which is too difficult for others to understand.

　　So far, Mu Qiqi almost knows the meaning of a few short sentences about what kind of coffee he wants and what book he wants to read.

　　"Gift?"

　　It was only then that Le Xiaozhi noticed that the man in the windbreaker was holding a strange silver bracelet in the palm of his hand. The bracelet was tied with a black pearl at certain distances. It didn't seem to be unusual.

　　take it?

　　If you don't accept it, it will make Mr. Windbreaker unhappy, and I'm afraid it will be more troublesome, and the store manager also said it.

　　"Thank you."

　　Le Xiaozhi took the silver bracelet and left the cafe quickly.

　　"What a lovely guest." Naifei said with a smile.

　　"Well, yes." Mu Qiqi poured a cup of black tea and looked at SCP-233 in front of him happily, "These gloves are so pretty."

Chapter 29 You said there was an Outer God in the cafe? !

　　Mu Qiqi stared at the SCP-233 "Holy Gloves" on the table for a while, then took it up and put it on his hand and looked at it, then took it off and put it aside.

　　This glove is very good, it will be very suitable for making COS clothes, but unfortunately there is only one.

　　Ok……

　　Go back and see if you can match it.

　　"Bubble, Naia, I'll go back to the villa. If there are guests, you will receive the guests." Mu Qiqi picked up his gloves and took out a book from the bookshelf, "Here is a guide for making coffee, If you need any coffee, you can follow the book."

　　Originally, this kind of thing needs to be taught in detail first, but the coffee shop has already had three guests, and there should be no fourth one.

　　Well, even if there are new guests, it doesn't matter if Naia and Bubbles won't receive them.

　　She won't care.

　　Bubble and Naia looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

　　Is this the test that His Highness gave them?

　　The two wanted to ask something else, but Mu Qiqi had temporarily left the cafe.

　　However, there are some things to ask first.