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Chapter 74 More interested in my sister
bedroom.

Ximu lay on the bed with a tired look on his face, as if his body had been hollowed out, and stared at the ceiling with empty eyes. The white-haired girl sitting beside the bed stared with an unhappy look, as if her body had been hollowed out. of split wood.

There was silence for a moment.

"Drink." The white-haired girl handed over a cup of magic potion, but saw Ximu turn around silently, and then heard a tired voice.

"No, I just need to rest."

"It's a waste if you don't drink it." The white-haired girl did not withdraw the hand that held out the cup, and was very persistent in letting Ximu drink the potion.

And this cup of potion was originally prepared for Ximu in the morning.

"I want to drink the magic potion for dessert." Ximu made a request, but the white-haired girl was unmoved. She was able to prepare a magic potion for Ximu to restore his body. This was already a great manifestation of goodwill and could not be too great. accommodate.

And the potion she prepared wasn't very spicy.

After all, Ximu's physical condition is not very good, so he cannot make the spiciness too strong, otherwise it will not be a treatment, but will aggravate Ximu's negative state.

"Can I not drink it?" Ximu asked, and the white-haired girl shook her head firmly, determined to pour the spicy potion into his mouth.

He seemed to accept the reality and took the cup.

Then he drank it all in one gulp.

"It's so sweet." Ximu laughed, and explained proudly amidst the distrustful expression of the white-haired girl, "Before you came back, I secretly put...sugar in the cup."

He returned the cup to the white-haired girl and turned around to go to sleep.

"You're so good at guessing your thoughts."

"Huh." He snorted displeasedly, and the white-haired girl took the cup and left, closing the door a little harder.

Outside.

The white-haired girl looked at the cup, gently wiped the inside of the cup with her fingers, and then licked it gently.

Hmm...spicy.

Deceiving.

She obviously succeeded in getting Akhtar to drink the spicy potion, but why did she not feel happy at all, but instead felt a strong sense of frustration.

Does that human being really...understand himself very well?

With this thought in mind, the white-haired girl took the cup and left, heading to her private alchemy workshop.

Although she seems to be doing nothing every day, she has actually never stopped researching on alchemy, from how to refine the legendary Philosopher's Stone to the ritual of resurrecting the dead.

All kinds of taboo research are involved.

But it is a pity that her research can only be used for her own entertainment. If it spreads out, she will be held accountable by the church.

After all, any alchemical creation that is not approved by the church and the state is not allowed to circulate on the market.

Otherwise, this is a violation of doctrine and a violation of the law.

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The next day.

The door opens.

The white-haired girl entered the bedroom with a cup of magic potion, only to find that Ximu had disappeared and she didn't know where she was going now.

This time she didn't prepare any spicy potion.

However, the man still ran away secretly, and he didn't know where he went to cause trouble. He hoped that he would not be weak and come to her for treatment today.

After all, she still has very important research.

Resurrection of the dead, resurrecting the dead witch through the traces left by the witch after her death, is a miracle that is close to reversing time.

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at the same time.

On the streets of the city.

Ximu did not leave, but just wandered around the city like a tourist. He did not wear the iconic silver armor, but changed into casual clothes.

Holding a note and wearing a suit.

Judging from the appearance, he looks like a gentleman, accompanied by a blindfolded nun with a mysterious temperament, which attracts the attention of passers-by.

"Do you have anything you like?" Ximu turned to the blindfolded nun and asked with a smile, but what she got was a confused look from the blindfolded nun.

He gave a hint.

"Say a beautiful flower."

"Lord Ashes, I can't see the flowers." The blindfolded nun explained softly and touched the blindfolded ribbon.

"As a nun who serves fire, you cannot have double goals."

"Can't it be cured?" Ximu stopped, raised his hand to touch the blindfolded nun's cheek, and prayed for healing.

To the extent that he is currently blessed by the goddess of life, he is able to regenerate severed limbs. In theory, he can restore the eyes of a blindfolded nun.

"Lord Ashes, this is blindness at the level of fate." The blindfolded nun folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen and allowed Ximu to treat her.

There was a hint of melancholy in her voice.

"This is the price of witnessing Ragnarok. From now on, you will never be able to witness anything in this world. The only thing you can witness is the guidance of the destiny of Ragnarok."

"Is there a way for you to see the world again?" Ximu got straight to the point. He wanted to complete the ritual of taking back his eyes, so that the blindfolded nun could see the world again while being guided by the fate of Ragnarok.

If the blindfolded nun could only see the guidance of the fate of Ragnarok in one direction before, she could not see the world.

After completing the ritual of taking back the eyes, the blindfolded nun is the eyes that look at the world at Ragnarok.

"Lord Ashes, this is irreversible." The blindfolded nun shook her head slightly. She was lying. In fact, she knew how to see the world again.

But it wasn't necessary for her.

"Yesterday you said you would never betray me." Ximu's voice suddenly became cold, "Today you lied to me."

"Ah...I'm sorry, Master Ashes." The blindfolded nun lowered her head in shame, and then explained the reason, "In order to ensure that there are no distracting thoughts, after becoming a nun serving fire, she must go through the eye-taking ceremony to ensure that the nun serving fire We can only accept the guidance of Ragnarok.”

She touched the silk blindfold.

"The removed eyes will be kept by the higher-ups of the Church of Dusk. I don't know where my eyes are kept."

Ximu smiled and said, "Just ask Teacher Hecate and you will know."

Regarding the eyes of the Twilight Sisters, they are not stored in the underground world, but in the above-ground world. When he returns to the above-ground world and asks Teacher Hecate, he can directly take the blindfolded nuns to regain the eyeballs.

Moreover, it was necessary for him to return to the Magic King's City again to advance the branch plot of killing Siegfried.

"Lord Ashes, please don't worry about me like this." The blindfolded nun shook her head, trying to get Lord Ashes to give up helping her regain her eyes.

After all, she has only a few years left to live. If she regains her eyes and sees the world again, she may not want to die. That would have intensified her agony before she died.

Therefore, it is better for her to remain blind from the beginning, so that she can die without any expectations.

Ximu didn't answer, and continued shopping with the blindfolded nun until they came to a wide square, which was crowded with people.

From the people passing by, I learned that it seemed that a well-known bard was telling the story of the hero.

However, the protagonist of the story told this time is not him, but a handsome man named Michael.

It is rumored that wherever this beautiful man from Michael goes, racial conflicts are eliminated, evildoers truly repent, and money-grubbing kings become generous.

All people can find happiness by Michael's side.

"How do you feel about this story?" Ximu turned around and asked the blindfolded nun beside him, "Such a perfect person can definitely bring happiness to this world, right?"

"If this world allows such people to appear." The blindfolded nun said softly. She was not questioning Michael's character, but Michael's method of doing things was too idealistic and human nature was not that simple. s things.

It is impossible to change people's minds just because of verbal persuasion.

After all, humans often discuss issues from their own standpoints, and all subsequent debates are to prove the correctness of their own standpoints.

So from her point of view, all of Michael's actions were somewhat contrary to human nature and were too idealistic.

It sounds like a fairy tale.

"Anphis is a well-known troubadour after all." Ximu smiled gently, "He shouldn't make up random things."

In the first week, he suspected that Michael was a cliché villain who appeared to be morally noble but was actually a careerist.

However, after he actually came into contact with Michael, he found that Michael was really a good person as Anphes said.

While maintaining a noble character, he is also working hard to make the world a better place, traveling around to mediate people's conflicts and create better living conditions for ordinary people.

Even if he killed Michael in the early stage, when he went to hell later and met Michael's soul, what he encountered was not hostility.

But a kind of calm understanding.

"Is Lord Ashes interested in Michael?" the blindfolded nun asked curiously, and then heard an unexpected answer.

"I might be more interested in his sister." Ximu said as if joking, "If I have the chance, I want to fight her."

"Then let me introduce it to you." A lively voice came, and Anfeis squeezed out of the crowd.

He lowered his hat.

"Michael and I are quite familiar."

"..." Ximu didn't answer. He glanced at the center of the square and found that people's attention had not shifted. It seemed that Anfeis had used some magic to make people mistakenly think that he was still where he was.

"What story do you want to make up this time?" He looked at the smiling Anfes and asked, waiting for Anfes to tell him about the side mission.

In response, Anphis fiddled with the organ gently.

"Do you know about the Cult of Death?"

Ximu nodded and said, "Yeah."

"They are planning a...sacrifice in the country of black roses." Anfeis played the organ gently and said to Ximu:

"If the sacrifice is executed successfully, perhaps everyone in the Country of Black Rose will die in an instant."

Ximu thought for a while and asked: "The country of Black Rose is a country that believes in the goddess of death. Are those believers of death really capable of doing it?"

"Even if you don't have the ability to do it, it's still very dangerous, isn't it?" Anphis said with a smile, "And the main purpose of the group of death believers is not necessarily to hold large-scale sacrifices. There may be something deeper. reason."

"So you want me to stop the Death Follower's plan?" Ximu nodded as if understanding, but Anfeis gave a negative answer.

"You are the ones who went together to stop the Death Followers' plan. You are not alone. Michael is also your companion on this trip."

Ximu asked, "When?"

"I don't know." Anphis replied confidently. He was not an omniscient and omnipotent god, so he could not arrange everything well.

He shook his head.

"When you are ready, you can set off to the Kingdom of Black Rose."

"Understood." Ximu nodded in agreement, and then found a reason to leave without intending to talk to Anfeis.

If you are a novice player, you will probably be very interested in the character Anphis. However, from the perspective of an experienced player, Anphis is an official NPC character who is designed to guide players and reasonably intervene in the plot.

After all, the map of the Mystic Gate is too big, and it is easy to miss various branch lines if you run around. Therefore, Anphis, a well-known bard, can reasonably stand up and issue tasks, allowing players to intervene in various side plots.

The bard officially set by the game likes to create heroic epics and is willing to push heroes to create legends.

Therefore, it is very reasonable for Anphis to come to players to complete various side tasks.

Who gives players the potential to become heroes.

"..."

Anfeis looked at Ximu's back and played the Fengqin gently. He hoped that Ximu could calm down his heart by contacting Michael. Otherwise, Ximu, who would continue to be affected by the Fire of Surtur, would Sooner or later one day he will transform into Shura.

"Michael, I'll trouble you next." He said softly, and then disappeared into the wind.

No matter what, Ximu is also Hecate's apprentice. If one day Ximu turns into Shura, Hecate, as a teacher, will definitely be very sad.

And he didn't want Hecate to feel sad.

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A few days later.

In front of the forge.

"Woooooooo!!!" A dwarf who was tied up struggled on the ground and cursed unwillingly.

He watched helplessly as a knight in silver armor used a big sword to draw a magic circle for sacrifice on the ground.

Help, I'm going to be sacrificed by the cultists!
The tied dwarf burst into tears and wanted to beg for mercy from the silver-armored knight, but his mouth was blocked and he couldn't say anything.

Why could he, an ordinary robber, meet a cultist?

"Well, that's enough." Ximu raised his sword and looked at the magic array on the ground with satisfaction, then looked at the struggling bandit on the ground.

"You also grabbed the money." He walked over calmly, looked at the struggling little robber on the ground, and gently raised the hunting king's sword.

"Then I will accept your life."

The big sword stabbed down and penetrated the little robber's chest. The little robber's eyes were wide open in fear, his body was twitching continuously, and warm liquid flowed from his crotch and soaked his pants.

After a while, he lost his voice.

At the same time, the sound of forging in the forge also stopped. It should be that the forging of the Great Sword of Death was completed.

Ximu's sword swung hard and threw the little robber's body into the center of the sacrificial magic circle, and then skillfully recited the spell.

On the way to the forge, he attacked a bandit den and captured this dwarf to be sacrificed to the Witch of Death.

(End of this chapter)