After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 523 - 205: Why the Story Spread_3

He explained it like this.

"I’m just a wandering bard skilled at telling stories; Sleipnir prefers listening to stories, and I’m good at narration, so the relationship between Sleipnir and me should be that of an audience and a storyteller."

Lies.

The chill in the Monster Witch’s eyes receded, she decided not to press any further—there was no meaning to it for her. She was never one to delve into secrets; as long as it didn’t obstruct her, it was of no concern.

And this man had no intention of telling the truth.

"This is our temporary residence." Xi Mu stood up, extracting a black card, "If you have no place to stay, you can stay here temporarily."

The Monster Witch took the card, which clearly displayed a house number, and at that moment, Xi Mu left the café.

"Then I’ll take my leave as well." The Pestilence Witch stood, lightly gathering her hair by her ear, and flashed a shallow, charming smile at the Monster Witch, "Xi Mu is clearly extremely fishy; you should thoroughly investigate him."

She spoke as if with concern.

"You wouldn’t want the daughter you created to be deceived by a bad man, right?" She hummed a tune and left after her words fell.

In truth, she acknowledged that the Monster Witch was very capable, having quickly thought of a seemingly viable solution to Ragnarok and immediately taking practical action to find her once created beings.

But the Monster Witch was far too rational and proud, not taking her seriously at all, to the point of directly speaking of disposing of her.

So, setting a small trap for the Monster Witch, inducing a conflict with the King of Ash, was quite natural.

After all, whether it worked out or not was of no consequence to her.

The cafe emptied out.

The Monster Witch sat in contemplation for a long while, then stood up intending to leave the café, only to be stopped by a freckled-faced waitress.

"Miss, you haven’t paid yet." The young waitress’s expression was close to tears, while the manager peeked out from behind the counter with a horrified look, ready to hide under it at any hint of danger from the entrance where the Monster Witch was.

The Monster Witch fell silent and said, "I have no money."

The atmosphere suddenly turned quiet.

The young waitress looked stunned, assessing the dangerous yet bewitching girl who seemed like a great beauty—one would think a continuous supply of men would be giving her money.

There was no need to sell her body; a few kicks would be enough to make money.

Many noblemen certainly enjoy that sort of thing.

"This is for you." The Monster Witch brushed her fingertips over the tips of her hair, wrapping a strand of dark green hair around her slender finger.

"Swallow this to obtain strength surpassing that of humans, but the cost will be becoming a monster." With those words, she vanished on the spot as if she had never been there.

The young waitress blinked, looking at the hair on her palm. She felt something was off, and it wasn’t concerning the mysterious girl’s magical disappearance.

She couldn’t remember the dangerous girl’s appearance; not only that, but the images of the three people who conversed with the girl started to blur. She knew there were one man and three women, but what they said or what they looked like escaped her.

Now, the only certainty was that among them was a woman with green hair.

Other details were fogging up as if her brain subconsciously blocked the related memories, and she couldn’t recall the specifics.

"Manager, do you want to eat hair?" The young waitress turned her head, looking at the manager hiding under the counter, "That mysterious lady said eating it would turn you into a monster."

Manager: "..."

They said it would turn you into a monster. Who in their right mind would eat something like that, not knowing whether they’d turn into some bizarre freak.

Seeing this, the young waitress also looked conflicted:

"Should we sell this strand of hair, then?"

"Who would buy a strand of hair to eat?" The manager slowly got up, regaining his composure, "If something happens, can we afford the consequences?"