After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 518 - 203: Partner, Travel With Me Once More_2

Chapter 518: Chapter 203: Partner, Travel With Me Once More_2

Although she still doubted whether Xi Mu was an impostor claiming to be the King of Ash.

...

Shortly after the trio left, several figures cloaked in black robes, followers of the Dusk Cult, appeared. They surveyed their surroundings until one of them crouched down and touched the traces on the ground.

"Sleipnir has left," the crouching dwarf revealed his cloak, displaying fiery red hair and pupils filled with a mad will.

This was a red-haired dwarf.

"Grandpa, is it really necessary to find that horse?" Nearby, a petite loli with a massive iron hammer and slightly puffed cheeks asked, "She’s just the former companion of the King of Ash, now having no connection to him."

"But she was a companion nonetheless," the red-haired dwarf spoke, "Perhaps through her we can contact the King of Ash, which might hasten the world’s incineration."

Dwarf loli: "..."

After all, this world’s destruction countdown was merely three years, there was no urgent need to obliterate the world, yet the grandfather and his peers were even more eager, wishing to reduce the world to ashes immediately.

"Come, the grand ambition of burning the world requires diligent effort," the red-haired dwarf lectured his granddaughter before leading his subordinates along the trail.

The stronger the followers of the Dusk Cult were, the more they detested this world, yearning to burn it into ashes immediately; whereas the weaker followers were not so opposed to the world, their impulse to burn the world primarily stemming from their beliefs and the influence of the Ash Fire, not a real detestation of the world itself.

...

The next day.

Lionheart Castle, inside a café on the commercial street.

Sleipnir rested her cheek on one hand while sipping through a crumpled straw, looking boredly at a bubbling juice on the table.

Opposite her sat the Pestilence Witch, holding a coffee cup neatly with both hands, her eyes drifting around as if considering whether to flee.

Now, it was just her and Sleipnir together, since Ahtal seemed to have seen someone familiar and had left the café halfway through.

"Did you hear?" A girl’s discussion nearby attracted the attention of both the Pestilence Witch and Sleipnir; two noble girls sat at a nearby table, their looks... fairly decent, although not stunningly beautiful, but their outfit added to their charm.

"About the story of the future hero," a girl with long black hair and a white floral accessory, fingers interlaced, propping her chin added, "That man will rescue the distressed princess in three years, then, for the princess, he will partake in a duel, and he will even challenge the dragon-slaying hero Siegfried."

"Where did you get such a rumor?" The petite girl opposite, her face displaying a helpless look, questioned her friend, "That must be some third-rate Astrologer’s concoction."

In that world, all destinies were recorded in the stars, implying that all fates could be known, hence predicting that a hero would step forth for a duel for the princess in three years was entirely possible.

"It’s not a prophecy from a third-rate Astrologer," the girl with the white flower, scanning her surroundings, then whispered, "This is information my sister extorted from capturing a follower of the Dusk Cult; it seems the Dusk Cult has someone capable of foreseeing the future, who can use the power of Ragnarok to look back into the past, determining the destinies that lie therein."

"Is the Dusk Cult that formidable?" The petite noble girl covered her mouth, but her expression showed intrigue, "And what’s the story about that hero?"

"It all starts with a duel," the girl with the white flower started excitedly sharing the gossip she knew.

Upon hearing this, Sleipnir’s eyes widened; who revealed Ahtal’s story and described Ahtal and Letixia’s tale so romantically, making it seem as though they were madly in love? After all, it was her that Ahtal sought first upon his return.

"Is Letixia truly Ahtal’s lover?" The Pestilence Witch, perhaps out of a momentary lapse, asked Sleipnir, "Did that man really partake in a deadly duel for Letixia?"

About Ahtal’s deeds, she wasn’t very clear herself, having only learned from the Time Witch that Ahtal was the King of Ash. As for the overall process, she didn’t understand it.

"It’s true," Sleipnir admitted with slightly puffed cheeks, surprisingly frank since it was, after all, a fact, and denying it would only be embarrassing.

"But the prophecy has already been made," said a petite girl elegantly sipping her coffee, "Princess Letixia probably won’t be usurped by her sister, right?"

The girl wearing a white flower thought for a moment and said, "No one says a princess must wait to be saved by a hero, so why can’t the princess find her own hero?"

"Even if the future changed and the princess no longer needed saving, the princess can still find her own hero," she said, pointing with one finger and wagging it. "Besides, Princess Letixia doesn’t seem like just a damsel in distress."

"If it really happens that the princess finds her own hero," the petite girl said, clapping her hands lightly, her eyes filled with anticipation, "That would be really interesting."

"Right, right, it’s always the hero saving the princess; it’s time to change it up, let the princess find her own hero," the girl with the white flower nodded repeatedly, excited about the princess finding her own hero.

...

Meanwhile.

Before a dwarf blacksmith’s shop.

"Red Dragon Blood Armor costs a hundred million Gold Coins," the dwarf blacksmith extended his hand, looking at the cloaked man beside him, "This is the armor that the future Hero Ahtal will wear, and it even has resistance to dragons. You can’t get it without a hundred million Gold Coins."

"Isn’t the price hike too sudden?" Xi Mu smiled, looked around the forge, then took a dagger from the shelf, its blade slicing through the air and pressed against the dwarf blacksmith’s neck, barely pressing to slice through.

"What was the price again?"

The dwarf blacksmith swallowed hard, sweat beading on his forehead; this man was very strong, and if he really tried to forcibly take it, he would indeed die here.

"This armor is reserved for the future to sell to Ahtal, and the performance isn’t as strong as you imagine," he forced a smile, explaining to the threatening client, "If you really want it, I can forge another set of Red Dragon Blood Armor for you."

"You don’t have to sell it to me," Xi Mu retracted the dagger, glancing outside the shop, barely noticing a few figures cloaked in black capes, "but whether those hidden followers of the Dusk Cult outside will buy from you, I’m not so sure."

The dwarf blacksmith’s expression froze, turning to look at the few cloaked figures outside the door, their dangerous and chaotic aura was clearly not normal, very much fitting the followers of the Dusk Cult’s profile.

"The prophecy about Ahtal seems to have originated from the Dusk Cult," Xi Mu analyzed, "Maybe Ahtal’s future will involve the Dusk Cult."

He looked at the uneasy dwarf blacksmith.

"Are you sure you can stay alive long enough to sell the Red Dragon Blood Armor?"

The atmosphere turned silent for a moment.

Caught between money and life, the dwarf blacksmith then forced a strained smile and said, "I’ll sell it to you at the original price."

Xi Mu said nothing, maintaining his smile.

Seeing this, the dwarf blacksmith’s expression turned pitiable, his excessively mercenary nature making him instantly understand his client’s stance.

He said dejectedly,

"I’ll give you an extra ten thousand Gold Coins if you take the Red Dragon Blood Armor away,"