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Chapter 138: Chapter 34 More Interested in Little Sister_2

She touched the blindfold of silk.

"The eyes that are removed are preserved by the higher-ups of the Dusk Cult, and I do not know where my own eyes are kept," she said.

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

As for the eyes of the saintesses of the Dusk Cult, they were not preserved in the underworld but in the world above. Once he returned to the world above and spoke to Teacher Hecate, he could directly take the blindfolded saintess to retrieve her eyes.

Moreover, he also needed to return to the Magic Castle once more to advance the subplot of slaughtering Siegfried.

"Lord Ash, please do not trouble yourself for my sake," the blindfolded saintess shook her head, wanting Lord Ash to give up on helping her regain her sight.

After all, she did not have many years left to live, and regaining her sight to witness this world again might foster in her a reluctance to die.

That would only increase her suffering before death.

So, it might be better for her to remain blind from the start, allowing her to die without any expectations.

Xi Mu did not respond and continued to walk through the streets with the blindfolded saintess until they reached a wide square filled with people.

From the conversations of people passing by, it appeared a well-known minstrel was singing about the tales of heroes.

However, the hero of the story being sung was not him but a handsome man named Michael.

It was said that wherever this handsome man Michael went, racial disputes were resolved, evildoers genuinely repented, and greedy kings became generous.

All people could find happiness in the presence of Michael.

"How do you feel about this story?" asked Xi Mu, turning to the blindfolded saintess. "Surely such a perfect person can bring happiness to this world, right?"

"If this world allows such a person to exist," the blindfolded saintess said softly. She was not questioning Michael’s character but rather that Michael’s methods were overly idealistic; human nature isn’t that simple.

It isn’t possible to change a person’s mind just through spoken persuasion.

After all, humans often discuss issues based on their own perspectives, and all subsequent debates are meant to prove the correctness of their own positions.

So, from her perspective, everything Michael did contrasted with human nature and was too idealized —

making it sound just like a fairy tale.

"Anfis, after all, is a well-known minstrel," Xi Mu said with a gentle smile. "He wouldn’t just make things up, right?"

In the first round, he had suspected Michael to be a stereotypical antagonist, outwardly noble but internally an ambitious schemer.

However, when he actually met Michael, he found, just as Anfis had said, that Michael was a genuinely good person.

Maintaining impeccable morals while also actively working to make the world a better place, mediating disputes, and creating better living conditions for ordinary people.

Even after he had killed Michael early on, and later upon meeting Michael’s soul in Hell, what he encountered was not hostility —

but a serene understanding.

"Are you interested in Michael, Lord Ash?" the blindfolded saintess asked curiously, only to hear a surprising response.

"I might be more interested in his sister," Xi Mu said jokingly. "If there is a chance, I would like to fight her."

"Do you want me to introduce you?" came a lively voice, as Anfis squeezed in from the crowd.

He lowered his hat.

"I’m quite familiar with Michael."

"..." Xi Mu did not respond but glanced at the center of the square, noticing that the people’s attention had not shifted, apparently because Anfis had used some kind of spell to make them think he was still in his original place.

"What story are you planning to make up this time?" he asked the smiling Anfis, waiting for Anfis to disclose the side quest.

As a response, Anfis lightly stroked the Phoenix Harp.

"Do you know about the followers of the Witch of Death?"

Xi Mu nodded and said, "Yes."

"They are planning a... sacrifice in the Black Rose Kingdom." Anfis gently played the Phoenix Harp and said to Xi Mu:

"If the sacrifice is executed smoothly, perhaps everyone in the Black Rose Kingdom will perish in an instant."

Xi Mu thought for a moment and asked, "The Black Rose Kingdom is a nation of followers of the Goddess of Death. Do those followers of death really have the capability to achieve that?"

"Even if they lack the capability, it is still extremely dangerous, isn’t it?" Anfis said with a smile, "Moreover, the main goal of those death followers might not be to conduct a large-scale sacrifice. There could be a deeper reason."

"So, you want me to stop the death followers’ plan?" Xi Mu seemed to understand and nodded. However, Anfis responded negatively.

"It is all of you who are going to stop the death followers’ plan, not just you alone. Michael will be your companion on this journey."

Xi Mu inquired, "When?"

"I don’t know." Anfis answered assertively. He wasn’t an all-knowing god who could arrange everything.

He shook his head.

"Once you are ready, you can depart for the Black Rose Kingdom."

"Understood." Xi Mu nodded in agreement, then found an excuse to leave, without intending to engage further with Anfis.

If it were a new player, they might be very interested in the character of Anfis, but from the perspective of veteran players, Anfis is merely an NPC character set by the officials to guide players and reasonably intervene in the plot.

After all, the map of the Mysterious Gate is vast, and wandering around could easily cause one to miss various side quests, so letting Anfis, the renowned wandering poet, logically step forth to issue quests, allows players to engage with various side storylines.

The game officials’ setting of the wandering poet is one who loves to craft epics of heroes and encourages heroes to create legends.

Thus, it makes perfect sense for Anfis to seek players to complete various side quests.

After all, players have the potential to become heroes.

"..."

Watching Xi Mu’s retreating figure, Anfis softly played the Phoenix Harp, hoping that Xi Mu could find inner peace through his interactions with Michael, lest Xi Mu, being continually influenced by Sulter’s fire, would one day turn into a demon.

"Michael, I’ll leave it to you from here." He whispered, then vanished like the wind.

Regardless, Xi Mu was a disciple of Hecate. If one day Xi Mu turned into a demon, Hecate, as his mentor, would surely be saddened.

And he did not want Hecate to feel sad.

...

...

A few days later.

In front of the forge.

"Wuwuwu!!!" A dwarf, tightly bound, struggled on the ground, emitting curses of defiance.

He watched helplessly as a knight in silver armor drew a magical circle on the ground with a great sword—intended for a sacrifice.

Help, he was going to be sacrificed by the cultists!

The bound dwarf burst into tears, wanting to beg the knight in silver armor for mercy, but his gagged mouth could not utter a word.

Why should an ordinary robber like him run into cultists?

"Hmm, that’s done." Xi Mu lifted the great sword, satisfied with the magical circle on the ground, then turned to the struggling robber on the ground.

"You have also grabbed the money." He walked over calmly, looking at the struggling little robber, and gently hoisted the Hunting King’s Greatsword.

"Then I will take your life."

The great sword plunged down, piercing through the little robber’s chest. His eyes widened in terror, his body spasmed continuously, and warm liquid soaked his trousers.

A moment later, he lost all signs of life.

Meanwhile, the sounds of hammering inside the forge also ceased—likely because the Great Sword of Death was just completed.

Xi Mu forcefully flicked the dead body of the little robber into the center of the sacrificial magical circle, then adeptly recited the spell.

On his way to the forge, he had encountered a robbers’ hideout, and this little dwarf was incidentally captured to be sacrificed to the Witch of Death.