After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 520 - 204 Do you want to see what’s under my skirt_2

Chapter 520: Chapter 204 Do you want to see what’s under my skirt_2

""But you shouldn’t be short of excellent members of the opposite sex, right? What if I become your excellent same-sex friend, would that make you see me in a different light?"

Xi Mu: "..."

"Just kidding." Anastasia hid the laughter in her eyes, then took hold of her skirt with both hands, "Do you want to see what’s under my skirt, Lord Ahtal?"

Xi Mu answered immediately, "I do."

"Ah, no hesitation?" Anastasia blinked, quickly holding down her skirt, "Sorry, I was actually just joking."

She turned her face slightly away.

"Besides, this is a very public park."

"We could change the location." Xi Mu pointed outside the park at a towering luxury hotel, "Just you and me."

Anastasia’s mouth opened slightly, staring blankly at the composed Ahtal. She truly felt that Ahtal might actually go with her to a hotel room.

She quickly bowed her head and apologized:

"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made that kind of joke."

"Thought you were planning to offer yourself to repay the debt," Xi Mu pretended to be disappointed as he looked at Anastasia, her cheeks flushed and hands tightly pressing against her skirt, a pleased smile emerged on his face, "But if it’s too difficult, there’s no way around it."

Anastasia’s face showed a conflicted expression. She certainly owed Ahtal a great debt. If it hadn’t been for Ahtal, she would have been sexually assaulted by her stepfather in the previous timeline, and in this one, she wouldn’t have found the culprit plotting against her parents.

So Ahtal’s favor to her was significant.

"Seeing that you’re living quite well, I shall take my leave now." Xi Mu patted Anastasia on the shoulder, then calmly stood up and left.

"Lord Ahtal, let me walk you out." Anastasia hurriedly stood and caught up with Ahtal’s pace. She offered to escort Ahtal both out of politeness and because she wanted to know where Ahtal was temporarily staying.

If he didn’t have a suitable place to stay, she could arrange something for him.

Meanwhile, Norma, standing beneath a distant tree, tugged at the corner of her mouth and followed at a quick pace. She suddenly felt her mistress was a bit too gullible, although she was unclear about the man named Xi Mu’s identity.

Seeing how he played with Miss Anastasia at will, easily stirring her emotions, making her smile one moment and then look troubled the next, she knew this man named Xi Mu.

Was a very dangerous individual.

Essentially, they weren’t on the same level. It was highly probable that Miss Anastasia could be played with and then discarded when he was tired of her.

...

Coffee shop.

Sleipnir’s eyes gleamed slightly. Through the glass window, she saw Ahtal coming up the street, and then noticed a beautiful young girl with long brown hair, bidding a reluctant farewell to Ahtal.

"He really is popular," Pestilence Witch remarked, following Sleipnir’s gaze to the scene of Ahtal saying goodbye to the noble girl.

Sleipnir was silent for a moment, lowering her head to bite on a straw. She couldn’t interfere with Ahtal’s social life. After all, she was Ahtal’s partner, and although it was she whom Ahtal approached first, the one most likely to develop a deep relationship with Ahtal wasn’t her as his partner.

No matter how she thought about it, it seemed Destiny Witch Hecate, Letixia the human, or the Witch of Death, known as the strongest witch in history, were the likely candidates.

"Mind if I sit here?" a familiar female voice suddenly came through, startling Sleipnir. Turning, she saw the forest green, curly-haired girl standing by the table. She was wearing a form-fitting dress that traced the sensual lines of her figure.

Her presence exuded a cold, wild allure, as if she might devour one at any moment. There was a deadly danger about her that was mingled with an enticing charm that could set hearts racing.

Unquestionably, she was attractive, yet it was clear one could not get close, or there would be a risk to their life.

Monster Witch.

"Monster Witch, you... you... have been resurrected too!" Sleipnir suddenly stood up, hurriedly grabbed the Monster Witch’s hands, her delicate face showing excitement. To her, the Monster Witch was like a mother figure.

The true mother of countless monsters, the creator of all creatures, the Monster Witch who should have vanished from history, had now truly come back to life.

"Hehe, it seems I haven’t been forgotten," the Monster Witch let out a pleasant laugh, then turned her gaze to the Pestilence Witch, "Did she take you captive?"

Sleipnir: "..."

How should she explain this? Could she tell the Monster Witch that it was the King of Ash who had captured the Pestilence Witch? Directly revealing information about Ahtal could cause considerable trouble, especially considering the Monster Witch’s personality.

"Don’t worry," the Monster Witch stated firmly, "Dealing with the Pestilence Witch is not difficult."

The moment she resurrected, she integrated the abilities of all the world’s monsters through her monstrous powers, indirectly reaching a degree of near omnipotence. Unless all the monsters in the world were extinguished, she could maintain this indirect level of omnipotence.

So, dealing with the Pestilence Witch was incredibly simple.

"Capture the mount of the King of Ash," the Pestilence Witch said, resting her chin on her hand, her voice cold, "Why do you think I’d be bold enough to do that?"

"You do get information quickly," the Monster Witch remarked, surprised as she glanced at the Pestilence Witch. Very few in this world knew Sleipnir was the mount of the King of Ash, because the Time Witch did not disclose much information to the resurrected witches and demons.

Her quick access to such information was because she had orchestrated the birth of Tifeng, the King of Monsters in another timeline, and following Time Retrospection, she hid this information within the monster community.

But the fact that the Pestilence Witch had managed to acquire such detailed information within less than three days of her resurrection was astonishing.

She had to admit she had underestimated the Pestilence Witch.

"Sometimes information just comes knocking at your door," the Pestilence Witch said nonchalantly, looking at her nails. She did not explain how she came to know that Sleipnir was the mount of the King of Ash, but she looked forward to a potential conflict between the Monster Witch and Ahtal.

"Information that comes on its own often brings unpredictable risks," the Monster Witch remarked, then asked Sleipnir.

"Sleipnir, how much do you know about the King of Ash?"

"Monster Witch, are you planning to become enemies with the King of Ash?" Sleipnir involuntarily glanced at Ahtal speaking with a noble young lady on the street, a feeling of unease stirring within her.

After pondering for a moment, the Monster Witch said:

"If becoming enemies will allow me to overcome Ragnarok, then I would not hesitate to do so, but as it stands, relying on force will not allow us to overcome Ragnarok."

After her resurrection, she quickly integrated all the information regarding the King of Ash, concluding that reliance on force would not help overcome Ragnarok. Currently, they could not even defeat the God of Omniscience, let alone the even more formidable King of Ash.

Therefore, she had to consider methods other than force.

"Without relying on force, are you planning on using seduction?" the Pestilence Witch appraised the Monster Witch, finding her to be a very alluring woman. Although she wasn’t overly voluptuous, her overall presence was exuding a very sexy and bewitching aura.

Obviously, she was very dangerous too.

"Would the King of Ash care about beauty?" the Monster Witch asked coolly, then stated, based on the subtle expression of the Pestilence Witch:

"At the level of the King of Ash, even if they maintained human ways of thinking in the past, they will inevitably undergo a change in time, making the use of beauty for seduction meaningless."

"Then what do you plan to do?" Xi Mu entered unnoticed and extended his hand to the Monster Witch, "I am a friend of Sleipnir."

The Monster Witch observed Sleipnir’s expression, and upon noticing a plea in Sleipnir’s eyes, she reached out and shook Xi Mu’s hand.

The touch was very soft, contrasting with her threatening aura.

Xi Mu calmly withdrew his hand, gesturing for the Monster Witch to sit down. He was quite curious about the Monster Witch; this woman had always existed in theory, and even Tifeng, who harnessed the power of innumerable monsters, was fundamentally but a creation of the Monster Witch.

And not the true resurrection of the Monster Witch.