Thirteen auras, each one is enough to make the anchor point world tremble.
When the thirteen auras gathered together, the anchor world began to collapse.
However, it is obvious that this is not the first time that the thirteen witches have faced such a thing. They have experienced several similar battles, and this situation has occurred every time.
Therefore, there is already a solution.
The witch in the middle of the thirteen witches and the one beside her both raised their hands at the same time.
Suddenly, the anchor world stabilized.
The shadow of time is intertwined.
The undercurrent of fate is turbulent.
After the two met, they both calmed down.
Moreover, it is more solid.
Time, destiny!
Goethe stared at the two people. He could clearly feel their control over "time" and "fate".
That was beyond him.
Even though he had prepared for a long time, there was still something missing.
"A scary witch."
Skiffins Steinbeck sighed again and again, and a smile of excitement appeared on his pale face. He glanced at the thirteen people one by one, and then took a deep breath.
"Greetings, Your Majesties."
“It is such an honor to meet you all.”
As he spoke, Skiffins Steinbeck bowed.
The expressions of the thirteen witches whose faces were covered by the light could not be seen clearly. The only thing seen was that the shortest witch spoke in a very impolite tone.
"Steinbeck, the family of betrayers?"
"And the smell of that guy's blood!"
"really……"
"It's like killing cockroaches. You can't kill them all."
As he said these words, his eyes kept moving back and forth between Goethe and Steinbeck.
Goethe's face remained unchanged.
Steinbeck was even more smiling.
He said softly.
“The Steinbecks were never allies, and they were never betrayers.”
This is what he said again.
Different from the previous statement when facing the 'lady' 'angler'.
This time, it's emphasized.
With unprecedented determination.
"Oh, it's so funny."
"But is it necessary to explain?"
"Death will come as promised, and both your body and soul will be destroyed."
"Total destruction!"
It was the shortest witch who spoke first.
The remaining twelve witches seemed to be too disdainful to speak.
And why do they all appear?
It is necessary to be cautious.
After all, we are facing that person's descendants.
"Death? Destruction?"
“It may not be us.”
Skiffins Steinbeck retorted, while Goethe beside him calculated 'his time'.
"He's pretty good."
"And you?"
“Vulnerable!”
The smallest witch sneered, and then raised her voice by more than twice as loud as before.
"and--"
"There are thirteen of us!"
"There are only two of you!"
"Even if that guy is pretty good, how long can he hold out against all of us?"
"One second?"
"Or two seconds?"
After saying this, the smallest witch started laughing.
It wasn't a reserved laugh like a lady's.
More like a rude and disrespectful man.
The voice is high-pitched and rough.
Skiffens Steinbeck smiled, a very bright smile.
"2vs13?"
"No!"
"It's 3vs13!"
As soon as Skiffins Steinbeck finished speaking, somewhere in the anchor world trembled slightly.
There is——
Levin Islands!
According to legend, the Levin Islands hold the final path of the Warrior!
Under the layers of ruins.
The bronze coffin was shaking.
Every vibration caused the Leven Islands to vibrate together.
The witches felt the vibration, and the witch standing in the middle had a gleam on her face.
“Stop him!”
The voice is urgent.
The remaining witches are about to take action.
But it's too late.
The bronze coffin was in agreement with the vibrations of the Leven Islands.
The withered bones in the coffin raised their hands and pushed open the coffin lid.
Broken armor.
A decayed greatsword.
Pale body.
The burning fire of the soul.
A silent roar followed.
"I'm back!"
It's like a declaration and also like a vow.
Ku Gu took just one step and appeared on the battlefield.
Endless hatred boils with the fire of the soul.
Boundless anger burned with the roar.
In the end, everything turned into murderous intent.
"Modeus!"
A voice mixed with sighs appeared among the witches. This was one of the most core ones. She slowly walked out from the witches, the light on her face faded, revealing a face full of charm.
This face may not be the most beautiful.
But it is the most attractive.
Like running water, moistening everything silently.
“Can you give it up?”
“It all started with me.”
"I'd trade my life for another."
The witch spoke softly.
But when Modeus heard these words, he exploded.
He roared.
"Put away your tricks!"
"I won't be fooled again!"
He yelled and pointed at the witch across from him.
Pointed out their identities one by one——
Start from the middle, then go left and right.
"The Witch of Fate, the Witch of Time, the Witch of Moth, the Witch of Mother, the Witch of Casting, the Witch of Mirror, the Witch of Fire, the Witch of Withering, the Witch of Wolf, the Witch of White, the Witch of Red Cup, the Witch of Spider, and the Witch of Spring."
"die!"
"I want you to die!"
Modeus roared and rushed towards the fourth 'Mother Witch'.
That was the witch who had removed the radiance.
But the mother witch remained indifferent.
It seems like he is waiting to die.
"Mother!"
The seventh, ninth, tenth, eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth witches shouted in unison.
Especially the shortest witch, who was ranked ninth, shouted repeatedly.
"Mother, he is no longer my father!"
"He who is eroded by the shadow is just Modeus!"
"Kill him!"
As soon as the last word came out, the seventh, ninth, tenth, eleventh, twelfth and thirteenth witches stood in front of Modeus.
The Fire Witch shines with a radiance like the sun.
The White Witch froze everything around her, making it seem like another kingdom.
The Red Cup Witch raised her hand slightly, and dots of light began to detach from Modeus's skeleton.
The Spider Witch drew her sword and rushed forward.
The Spring Witch and the Wolf Witch walked up to their mother and whispered consolation to her.
Goethe watched this scene, recalling the diary of the 'Mad King' in his mind.
Obviously, the Mother Witch should be the one that the Mad King loves the most.
The Fire Witch, Wolf Witch, White Witch, Red Cup Witch, Spider Witch, and Spring Witch should be the children of the Mad King and his partner. Similarly, they could also be the traitors mentioned by the Mad King.
I just don't know which one?
still……
All of them?
Moreover, Goethe heard a hidden story from those few words.
These children of the 'Mad King' seem to only recognize 'Zhao Jingjue' instead of 'Modeus'!
What happened?
Goethe was guessing, but that didn't stop him from secretly giving Skiffins Steinbeck a thumbs up. He didn't know how the other party did it, but he reduced the number of opponents by half.
It's really amazing.
Skiffins Steinbeck grew paler.
He smiled at his brother.
"Withered Witch, Mirror Witch, Casting Witch, there are some things I want to ask you."
Skiffens Steinbeck said so.
But the three witches ignored the heir to the Steinbeck family.
As the Wolf Witch said, to them, Skiffens Steinbeck was no match for them.
But even silence.
Something will still happen.
A bloody chessboard appeared under the feet of the four people.
The three witches' faces were shining with anger after being humiliated.
They were treated to such childish tricks.
But he didn't wait for them to speak.
The bloody chessboard turned into a door.
The Gate of Flesh and Blood!
Not a fan!
yes……
Three fans!
Giant flesh arms stretched out from the three flesh doors and pulled the three witches in.
So cool!
Not catching!
It's impossible.
The same person, this is already the limit.
When Skiffins Steinbeck did this, his left arm completely turned to dust.
"My dear brother, I will help you hold back three of them."
"I tried my best."
After saying this, Skiffins Steinbeck, along with the bloody chessboard, rushed into the flesh and blood gate where the Mirror Witch was.
Suddenly, there were only three people left in front of Goethe.
The witch of fate.
The Witch of Time.
The Moth Witch.
“It’s much better than I thought.”
Goethe smiled.
He originally thought that he would have to face everything alone.
Who knew Skiffens Steinbeck shared so much.
"Are you feeling lucky?"
The Witch of Fate asked.
A thread of fate came out of nowhere and wanted to fall on Goethe, but the thread passed through Goethe's body and fell into the air.
"Um?"
The Witch of Fate was stunned.
She controls destiny, so why can't she touch Goethe's fate?
Not only can it not be touched, it can't even be seen.
She looked at Goethe and it seemed as if she saw herself.
It's not just the Witch of Fate, it's the same with the Witch of Time.
Nor could she find Goethe in time.
This is impossible!
But it really happened!
The Witch of Fate and the Witch of Time suddenly became serious.
Fate is stirring!
Time is confused!
In Goethe's eyes, a pig that was supposed to be slaughtered became a trendsetters of the times and successfully flew into the sky. Then, when time changed, the pig flew back to the slaughterhouse, was cut into different parts, and was fried, roasted, and deep-fried.
Not once!
In just a moment, I experienced it hundreds of times!
For that pig, it is truly a hundred reincarnations, all hell!
Moreover, the thread of fate kept trying to pull him!
Make him admit that he is the pig!
Goethe would certainly not admit it.
The silt of the river of time.
The shadow of fate.
It was as if layers of armor were covering him, making him disappear in time, making him disappear in fate. At this moment, he seemed to not exist at all.
But my eyes can still see him.
A strange feeling permeated the battlefield.
Everyone began to retreat further away involuntarily.
No one wants to experience the erosion of the river of time.
I am even more unwilling to experience the tricks of fate.
Even the witch herself.
The Moth Witch was like this. She retreated an unknown distance and looked at Modeus, who could be resurrected no matter how he died.
“My dance tonight is like a moth emerging from its cocoon, and like a heart at rest.”
The moth witch dances.
She wanted to use her transformed power to kill Modeus once and for all.
But a cat's paw waved, changing the direction of the force and passing by Modeus.
A girl of seven or eight years old, holding a fat orange cat, appeared on the battlefield at some point.
The Moth Witch was stunned.
He looked at the little girl and the fat orange cat with a little confusion.
Remarkable power.
But it's not good enough.
With a raised hand, she was ready to deal with such troublemakers.
Accidents happen in every war, and it is not surprising that troublemakers appear.
But then, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
She looked up suddenly.
A young lady appeared with a sea of ​​scarlet blood.
The lady was tall and straight with neat short hair, and she was standing on the sea of ​​blood.
And right at her feet, in the sea of ​​blood were the wails of billions of dead souls, including both humans and monsters, and even more were creatures of inexplicable shapes. They were those malicious creatures that she had killed while on her way.
"Who are you?"
"install."
The former killer, policewoman, and now Scarlet Queen said this lightly, glancing around as she spoke.
When she sensed the unprecedentedly strong and familiar smell, joy filled her eyes.
She found it.
She found the world where her husband was.
"Mom, is Dad here?"
"Yes, I am."
An nodded.
"Are you looking for Modeus?"
The Moth Witch's guess was purely instinctive.
"Modeus?"
"What is that?"
The unintentional name made An feel offended, and coupled with the previous attack on her daughter, the Scarlet Queen waved her hand without hesitation.
Suddenly, there was a sea of ​​blood.
Billions of dead souls howled.
Even the Moth Witch felt her scalp tingling at this moment.
"I'll help you!"
The Wolf Witch, who had been staying by her mother's side, shouted.
She launched a charge, her body suddenly growing larger.
The previous moment he was as small as six or seven years old, and the next moment he turned into a giant wolf a thousand meters tall.
His hair is dark with a metallic luster, his eyes are like flames, and the breath from his mouth is like a dragon's breath.
The Wolf Witch pounced on Ann.
roar!
Tiger roar!
A giant white tiger formed by the sword light fell from the sky.
The giant white tiger's fur was fully visible, as if it were real, but its sharp aura was unbelievable. This was real.
Because every breath will cut a hole in the anchor world.
Tap, tap, tap!
Footsteps were heard in the void.
The female swordsman came from the air.
Behind her, on top of the huge fortress that seemed as big as the world, a tiny blood-red crow as small as a dot was cawing loudly, and a crazy female doctor was standing by and shouting.
"Goethe! Goethe!"
Everyone's eyes twitched as they watched this scene.
Where did this madman come from, actually using "world" to collide with the world.
"Are you crazy?"
"Do you know what you are doing?"
The Fountain Witch, who was the mildest-tempered among the witches, rebuked loudly.
"I'm a lunatic, and I have a doctor's certificate!"
"Which doctor issued the certificate?"
“I drove it!”
"I'm that doctor!"
The female doctor laughed wildly, and the main gun of the World Fortress was aimed directly at the Spring Witch, with the muzzle flashing brightly.
That is, charging!
The Witch of the Spring felt her scalp tingling.
"Mad! Mad!"
She shouted loudly.
The Mother Witch looked at the crazy female doctor and asked softly.
"can we talk?"
"Talk? Why? Why should I talk to you?"
"Well, we can talk about it."
"Um?"
"You want to control me?"
The female doctor's speech suddenly became confused, but then she became indifferent and stared at the Mother Witch.
"No, I just wanted to talk..."
"Talk, okay, I want to talk to you too."
The Mother Witch smiled, but was interrupted before she could finish her words. It was not the female doctor, but someone not far away.
The crystal wall of the anchor world was broken again.
A group of people shining with brilliance walked out from it.
Looking at that brilliance, the Mother Witch's smile faded and she became serious.
"Foreign gods, you are not welcome here. Are you coming in like this to start a war?"
"Start a war?"
"Didn't you guys start the war a long time ago?"
"Who allowed you to attack my master?!"
A blood-red crow landed on the shoulder of the woman who was speaking.
She was a lady in armor, with a pretty face but fierce eyes.
She glared at the Mother Witch.
"It was you who kept my master away from 11 Kimmel Street and away from my world."
“This is already war!”
"Now, as the master's maid, I have the right to respond to you—"
"Everyone, the God War has begun!"
Maria shouted.
The gods behind him responded one after another.
The little maid who always had creative ideas when cooking, now wore armor and held a sword with the majesty of a god-king, instantly suppressing the "kindness" of the mother witch.
Majesty and kindness.
It's always that corresponding.
Moreover, the subordinate gods under his command were trying to restrain the Mother Witch at the risk of their lives.
The battlefield changes rapidly.
In an instant.
The witches, who had the advantage in numbers, completely lost their advantage.
The situation on the battlefield was completely disadvantageous.
The Time Witch raised her hand to eliminate this disadvantage, but her hand was grabbed by Goethe, who was hiding in it and appeared in front of the Time Witch.
A punch straight to the face.
Bang!
The light shattered.
The Time Witch revealed her true face.
Clock!
It had no mouth or nose, and looked like a clock made entirely of exposed gears. As the second hand moved, the voice appeared.
“You finally showed up.”
"Are they important to you?"
The Witch of Time asked.
"Um."
"I asked them to come."
"I'm worried that I can't beat you."
Goethe admitted it honestly.
"So do you think you can win if they come?"
"Well, look, I caught you, didn't I?"
Goethe nodded and asked back.
The Time Witch smiled.
"I caught you!"
The Witch of Time said this and began to deprive Goethe of his time.
But what she took away was only the silt of the river of time.
Goethe is like a channel, transporting the silt of the river of time endlessly, covering it with layer upon layer, making the other party's time become nothingness.
Causing the other party to be confused.
Then comes confusion.
Finally, there is emptiness.
The opponent was like a mud ball, being swallowed by "hunger".
And at this moment, fate found Goethe.
Her face was that of an ordinary woman.
She looked at Goethe.
"You seem very familiar with us... no, our power."
"It was you who was in the passage before!"
The Witch of Fate reacted instantly.
Then he sighed.
"No wonder you are so familiar with it."
"So, do you understand the gap between us?"
"certainly."
"It's more than a little bit off."
Goethe was quite frank.
"Um."
"Give up the defeat."
"I will give you a decent life, and they can all survive."
The Witch of Fate nodded.
Goethe laughed out loud.
"Admit defeat to you?"
"You are destiny!"
"If I admit defeat to you here, I will really lose!"
Goethe shook his head repeatedly.
"But if you don't admit defeat, what difference does it make?"
The Witch of Fate asked back.
Goethe was still avoiding the threads of fate, but these threads were woven into a net, a huge net that covered the sky and bound Goethe tightly.
The net keeps tightening.
Ultimately, Goethe will be bound.
"Of course!"
Goethe said with a smile.
This time, he didn't dodge.
He allowed this big net filled with threads of fate to fall on him.
He accepted the constraints of his fate.
The witch of fate smiled.
But immediately, the smile froze.
Goethe did not die under fate, but became more and more vigorous.
this? !
The witch of fate is puzzled.
Yes, Goethe accepted the constraints of fate.
Because this is what he experienced.
But he will never compromise with fate.
I will never surrender!
Born as a human being, he, Goethe, has the power to fight against fate!
Abandoned in an orphanage, he managed to survive by gritting his teeth.
He was tricked into the club and lived on with gritted teeth.
Even though he is retired, he is still dragged into this situation and he still lives on with gritted teeth.
Every time he experienced danger and faced injustice, he gritted his teeth.
He was gathering strength.
He wants to give fate a punch.
Now!
Finally there is a chance!
The powers of hunger, laughter, greed, madness, murderous intent, evil, and compassion began to flow into Goethe's body.
In an instant, seventy-two turns.
No!
And Goethe himself!
It’s the power of eighty-one turns!
“Aa ...
Goethe roared and threw a punch.
This punch was filled with light and fire.
Shining in the darkness brought by fate.
Burning with the burden of fate.
"I'm qnmlgb!"
Bang!
A solid punch hit the Witch of Fate in the face.
The web of fate was broken in an instant.
The witch of fate's head was smashed to pieces.
Various thoughts conflicted in her mind. These were the thoughts that Goethe poured into his fists, including the simple evil he encountered in the orphanage and the simple good.
These are appetizers.
The real kicker is the crazies in the club.
Each of them is not understood.
Even the Witch of Fate could not understand the behavior of these people.
No fear of life or death.
Hehehe.
Fearless of good or evil.
Hahahaha.
"Why? Why? Why?"
The Witch of Fate asked repeatedly in the face of her own confusion.
"How should I know why?"
"Are you going to ask fate?"
Goethe asked back.
Then, another punch.
This punch smashed the body of the Witch of Life into pieces.
The Witch of Fate began to dissipate.
But there was no death.
The nearly endless power of destiny began to flow into Goethe's body , along with the swirling power of time. Goethe defeated destiny and obtained the crown forged by destiny.
Time becomes the most shining gem on the crown.
Goethe had anticipated this.
His eyes turned towards the battlefield.
At this moment on the battlefield, the balance of victory is tilting towards him.
And all he needs to do is.
Hold victory firmly in your hands.
At this moment, a dragon flew over from the sky.
Colorful and very beautiful.
The dragon flew, shouted and cried.
"Goethe, Goethe, where are you?"
"Why is everyone gone?"
Yes, Sheila!
Sheila obtained "some kind of real treasure" and became a unique existence.
Goethe, by fate, glanced slightly.
I couldn't help but sigh.
He flashed and appeared above Xila's head.
"ah!"
"Goethe!"
"I finally found you!"
"Goethe!"
Sheila screamed loudly, tears streaming down her face.
Every tear that falls on the earth will create a lake.
Every lake is filled with infinite vitality.
Of course, this is not the most important thing.
Most importantly, the maid, the policewoman, the doctor, and the swordsman saw Goethe.
Especially the little girl holding the fat orange cat, she tilted her head.
"dad?"
The word "Dad" scared Goethe so much that his heart skipped a beat.
However, Goethe, who had experienced real storms, remained calm.
"First solve the problem at hand, then listen to my explanation."
Goethe gave a kind and sincere smile.
"Better explain."
After the female swordsman cut off the giant wolf's leg with one sword, her voice was still as cold and clear as Goethe remembered.
"If you can't explain it clearly, it could kill people."
The former policewoman and killer, now the Crimson Queen, was smiling, but the roar of billions of creatures in the sea of ​​blood made Goethe's back tighten, especially when he saw the Moth Witch being drowned, he even sweated slightly.
"Goethe is Goethe, hahahaha."
The female doctor's crazy fingers are about to touch the main gun of the world fortress.
With one shot, the world was reduced to ashes.
Goethe's palms began to sweat.
"Maria believes in the Master!"
"The master must have a reason!"
The sword of the goddess Maria pierced the body of the Mother Witch. The blood spurted out and stained the maid's whole body. That smile unconsciously became terrifying.
You are the scariest one.
Goethe felt his throat begin to dry up.
Sheila also instinctively felt that something was wrong.
"Goethe, how about we run?"
Sheila suggested.
Everyone heard this suggestion.
The female swordsman, the Scarlet Queen, the crazy female doctor, and the goddess maid all looked at Xila in an instant.
Immediately, Xila almost fell from mid-air.
Scary!
So scary!
Goethe, however, applauded silently.
Well done, Sheila!
Keep attracting fire!
Just do it!
Goethe was extremely serious while thinking this in his heart.
“Please believe me!”
"Let's end this war!"
The shout of victory rang out at this moment.
As the morning light fell, the war came to an end.
The witches were killed or wounded.
Modus, who had come back from the dead, was once again without life.
But, they and he did not die.
Their souls flickered constantly like 'source essence'.
His heart was filled with anger, hatred, and unwillingness to kill, and continued to beat.
Goethe raised his hand, and the bronze coffin from the Leven Islands became the best container for the heart. After locking it tightly with chains, Goethe looked at the flickering 'source'!
When sensing Modus's heart, these 'source substances' flashed even brighter.
"It's really a constant entanglement!"
Goethe raised his hand and knocked.
The crown of destiny began to vibrate slightly.
The gem of time emits light.
A river composed entirely of fate and time began to flow endlessly.
They borrow fragments from the river of time.
They borrow the shadow of the river of fate.
It has what Goethe experienced.
There are also things that Goethe has not experienced, but has heard of.
One piece after another, pieced together.
Houses, streets, neighborhoods.
One after another.
Finally, an unimaginably huge city appeared before Goethe.
He placed the 'essence' of thirteen witches into it, disturbing their minds with the shadow of fate.
He handed the bronze coffin containing Modeus' heart to An, distorting its name with the sludge of time.
"I hope you won't meet again."
Goethe said these words as he placed this huge city into the river of time, allowing it to continue to grow and slowly emerge.
"Will they never meet again?"
Sheila was a little unconvinced.
"Not yet."
"But the future?"
"Of course. I can feel the mutual attraction of the 'source'. Even if I can stop the 13th life, I can't stop the 14th life - so I took out a little insurance."
Goethe smiled mysteriously.
However, he soon stopped laughing.
The female swordsman, the Scarlet Queen, the crazy female doctor, and the goddess maid surrounded them.
Should be faced.
Always need to face.
Goethe took a deep breath.
He said so.
"Look, do I still have a chance?"
The female swordsman, the scarlet queen, the crazy female doctor, and the goddess maid remained silent.
Sheila scratched her head, a little confused about the situation.
But the next moment, the women were horrified.
Because Goethe is dead.
Suicide.
He is definitely dead.
The shadow of death has never been so heavy.
Everyone was so panicked that they didn't know what to do.
"Why? Why?"
Maria murmured to herself, not knowing what to do.
The female swordsman's hand turned pale as she gripped the hilt of the sword.
She regretted it.
She should have given Goethe a chance.
The Scarlet Queen also felt regretful.
She thought of Goethe, the lively and energetic Goethe.
But not the dead Goethe.
What's the point of everything now that Goethe is dead?
The crazy female doctor looked at Goethe's body and something rang out unconsciously in her mouth.
"Choose death?"
“That’s great.”
"As expected of my favorite Goethe, your choices are always so unexpected!"
The crazy female doctor took out a button and prepared to die with Goethe.
Sheila was terrified.
She climbed on Goethe and cried loudly.
"Goethe! Goethe!"
"Don't die! Please don't die!"
As Xila spoke, she poured the water of life into Goethe's mouth, but it was of no use.
Goethe's death was not reversed at all.
But just when everyone thought that this moment was the last, with the help of the time coordinates, Goethe from twenty seconds ago came back, and the dead Goethe began to dissipate.
Everyone was stunned, and Goethe was a little unsure.
Although I felt that it should be fine, I couldn't help but ask again.
"Can you give me a chance?"
"I've died once."
"If I die again, I will really die."
Everyone was silent.
Finally, it was the female swordsman who spoke first.
"Hit him!"
Immediately all the ladies gathered around and started to step on Goethe.
Among them is Sheila.
She was so sad just now, thinking that Goethe was really dead.
So, I stepped extra hard.
In the end, Goethe recovered from his injuries for 137 years.
Goethe was not alone, of course.
Because he has someone to accompany him.
It was definitely not any of the female swordsman, the Scarlet Queen, the crazy female doctor, or the goddess maid. After beating Goethe up, everyone calmed down.
However, I'm still angry.
Goethe made up for it later.
Sheila was the easiest to coax ; she would come back just by asking for a chicken leg.
Of course, Sheila, like the Husky, gave up.
During the 137 years of recovery, the most important companion was Skiffins Steinbeck.
As a fellow patient.
"Stealing the path of the Mirror Witch, and then defeating the Withered Witch and the Forged Witch, it's really amazing."
Goethe exclaimed.
"This is the 1,952th time you've told me I'm amazing, but I still want to say it again. I used the Mirror Witch's 'Copy' to copy the items on my body countless times, and defeated the Casting Witch who is famous for casting and having many items."
"As for the Withered Witch?"
"I just wanted her to get a taste of the Steinbeck family tradition."
Skiffens Steinbeck sat in a chair peeling apples.
Wait until the skin is peeled.
He divided it in two, gave half to Goethe and kept the other half for himself.
Goethe asked after taking a bite.
"I heard that you found the woman you love?"
"It's not about liking it, it's about looking favorably upon it."
"A very interesting woman."
"I want to give it a try - if possible, please keep it a secret from Sheila. Although I have restored all my lifespan with the help of her water of life, she is too talkative."
Skiffens Steinbeck said with a wry smile.
"Can."
"I'm going to eat this for a month straight while we wait for your wedding banquet."
Goethe said and stood up.
The sun will set soon.
He has to open the stall.
"Still want to open a stall?"
Skiffens Steinbeck frowned.
He still doesn't understand what Goethe's habit is.
Why sell skewers?
“You don’t understand!”
“This is life!”
“This is the retirement life I’ve always dreamed of!”
Goethe smiled as if it was a matter of course, and rode his shared yellow bike to his shop.
The skewers in the freezer had been skewered long ago.
Wusu and Xuehua are also frozen.
Peanuts and edamame are also available.
The crayfish just need to be cleaned again.
When it got completely dark, the barbecue stall started to receive customers.
One of the tables was quite attractive.
Three people.
A fat man, a foodie, and a tuberculosis patient.
Foodies and tuberculosis patients don’t know each other.
The fat man is a good friend of both of them.
Naturally, the fat man treated everyone and they talked while eating.
"I just wrote an article, but they kept saying that it was bloody and violent, and kept asking me to change it. It's so annoying."
"Uh-huh."
A foodie concentrates on eating and nods constantly.
The sickly man wanted to drink some cold beer, but he picked it up and put it down again.
He doesn't have much time left, and if he drinks any more, he'll probably have even less time.
This meal lasted until late at night.
After the fat man had eaten and drunk his fill, his wife asked him to go home, feeling dizzy, and kneel on the washboard.
The foodie wiped his mouth and happily prepared to drink a bowl of mutton soup and take a break.
Only the tubercular man was left standing there in a daze.
At this time, Goethe came over.
"Anything else to add?"
"No, thank you."
The cash-strapped consumptive man waved his hands quickly, stood up and prepared to leave.
He thought the boss was firing him.
"It's okay, it's okay, sit down."
"Here, this bunch of skewers is on me."
Goethe placed a handful of skewers of meat in front of the tuberculosis patient.
The sickly ghost did not move, but looked at Goethe warily.
"Don't look at me like that. I just want to find someone to eat with. It's too lonely to eat alone."
Goethe opened a bottle of beer and then went to fry two servings of crayfish.
Thirteen spices and mashed garlic.
Goethe said as he peeled shrimp.
"Don't you think people are weird nowadays? They can't even live a good life, but have to seek excitement and play underground games."
The tubercular ghost remained silent.
Just listening to Goethe chatting.
When he heard that the underground game could make money, the tuberculosis ghost's eyes lit up.
Start asking in detail.
This question took more than an hour.
When Goethe had finished eating, they started to clean up, and the tuberculosis patient, who had also eaten a lot, began to help.
"Thank you."
Goethe smiled and thanked him.
"I ate a lot of your skewers."
After the sickly ghost put away the last stool, he turned around and prepared to leave.
"Hey, buddy, what's your name? Come often."
Goethe shouted at the back.
The sick ghost did not turn around, but only left a clear back under the starry sky, and answered vaguely -
“Kiran.”
(End of text)