Chapter 1620: Chapter 1188: Still Not Qualified

Sesilia sat obediently inside the shop, while outside the world was still frozen, with the Voodoo members and Gregory, who had their eyes pierced, standing still under the suspended Rain Curtain like sculptures. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

She never expected this night to be full of so many twists and turns:

She managed to escape from ’Iron Fist’ Kaiwei’s pursuit, only to run into the Voodoo Office head-on;

She was about to carve out a path, but then the Holy Sanctuary Mage ’King’ Gregory descended from the sky;

Just as she thought she would die on Azura’s summer night, the Devil from urban legends appeared.

He first relentlessly persuaded Gregory to stop, but only when Gregory smashed his rice bowl did he become angry, using an exquisite Wonder to freeze the world, then brutally punishing every disrespectful person with chopsticks.

Now, she sits here waiting for noodles, while the Devil is in the kitchen humming a song while cooking noodles.

Truly an unpredictable Devil.

The Devil did not make Sesilia wait long, and soon he came over carrying two bowls of soup noodles: "I’ve eaten here several times, it should be fine. Their soup broth is really good."

Sesilia just wanted to reach for the chopsticks, but the Devil stopped her.

"Did you wash your hands?"

Looking at herself, covered in mud and blood, with her metal silver hands almost turning black, Sesilia had long been accustomed to eating in harsh environments; the work at the office was no picnic. But at the Devil’s urging, she obediently went to the bathroom to wash her hands, raising her head to see her wet hair sticking to her face in the mirror. She instinctively tucked her hair behind her ear, staring at herself for several seconds, then suddenly felt silly and quickly returned to the hall.

As soon as she sat down, the Devil started to babble: "I’m not big on appetite, but I just ate a few bites of that bowl, and it was gone. It’s rare to come out for a midnight snack without feeling full, feels like a waste..."

The noodles were chewy, and the soup was very fresh. Sesilia just realized she was indeed hungry; she had been dashing to Azura since the afternoon with no time to even drink water. The warm soup noodles brought her back to life.

The Devil’s mouth wouldn’t stop, introducing what else was good to eat on this food street, seemingly eager to take her to eat around if she showed any interest. Sesilia suddenly remembered a trivial matter—when was the last time she ate with someone else?

Whish!

Suddenly, in the distance, a dazzling firework pierced through the Rain Curtain, exploding into colorful splendor in the night sky. Ash was a bit surprised: "Still setting off fireworks in the rain?"

"That’s a signal fire!" Sesilia recognized it immediately and instinctively stood up: "It must be the people from the Voodoo Office who discovered something, they’re coming over—"

"Sit down."

Sesilia’s leather-clad hips instantly sat back down, Ash glanced at the never-ending fireworks and said, "Isn’t it quite beautiful?"

He stretched out his finger, pinched the distant firework, and actually brought it over, the scorching light flame blazing between his fingers. Sesilia was dumbfounded and stammered, "This, this, even a Legendary Mage can’t do this?!"

"Actually, it’s not very complicated, as long as you have a decent Light Magic Technique Spirit and some Light Magic maneuvering skills..." Ash pressed the light flame into his palm, blew into it, and as his hands opened, a blazing Flowing Light Butterfly flew out. The butterfly circled Sesilia twice and finally rested on her metallic hand back, its radiant glow clearly reflected on the silver hand, swirling light, changing colors, at this moment her hand seemed not just a prosthetic but a Miracle embedded on her.

She stared blankly at the butterfly on her hand and murmured: "So beautiful..."

"Magic, isn’t it amazing?"

Ash smiled: "Honestly, I can’t fulfill your wish, because the problem you have to solve can’t be fixed with power, authority, or money. I have a friend, no, a Devil friend who once told me, living in this world is like eating a buffet, but some people occasionally eat good, occasionally eat bad, yet others always end up eating crap."

"Telling you to compromise with life and reconcile with fate is like telling you to accept perpetually eating crap in the future. I don’t want to lie to you, because I’ve gone through the same Status, where whatever you do feels like eating crap."

Sesilia stared at him blankly: "So how did you resolve it?"

"I chose to look away from the dining table," Ash propped his chin and smiled: "I stopped focusing on what I eat, only on who is willing to accompany me to eat the buffet."

"I can’t conjure up someone willing to eat the buffet with you, but since fireworks can turn into butterflies, any Miracle in this world could happen; you just have to keep eating, and sooner or later, you’ll find that person, then you’ll feel all persistence is worth it."

Sesilia felt like she was really listening to the Devil preach. Clearly, these were all empty words she usually scorns, yet somehow she took them in, feeling a churn in her stomach, emotional turmoil. She turned her head, tightly pursed her lips, and asked: "Why are you telling me this..."

"Just like why I taught those people a lesson." Ash pointed at the Voodoo members outside the store, "Because I can, because I’m willing."

"Also because when I was in the quagmire, it was my favorite person who pulled me out. I hope you can wait for that person to appear too, don’t rush to die."

Sesilia’s lips trembled, looking down at her metallic hands, silently pondering something.

"Alright, I’ve figured out what to give you." Ash’s tone was light: "Although it won’t solve all your problems, it can at least stop you from being troubled—"

"Can I choose my own wish?" Sesilia suddenly asked.

Ash blinked his eyes: "You can, but I can only fulfill your reasonable requests..."

"Can I follow you?"

Ash was taken aback, seeing Sesilia raise her head, her beautiful eyes blinking, an unprecedented light shining in her pupils, as her metallic hands tightly clasp together, at this moment she truly seemed like a metal doll.

"This might be..."

"I’m very capable, I can do cleaning and house chores all, cooking I can learn, I can be a maid!" Sesilia tried hard to endure the shyness, for the first time in her life, diligently introducing her advantages: "And I’m a Sword Master, I’m really good at fighting, I will help you kill and guard you, even if I’m still weak now, but I’ll work hard—"

At this moment, a pair of soft hands pressed heavily on Sesilia’s shoulders, like a snake’s cold breath gently blowing on her earlobes, a chilling voice reverberating through her soul.

"Sorry, Miss." Vishi whispered into her ear: "You really aren’t qualified yet."