The warden who guards the witches

In the "Huanzhiyue" jewelry store, Melissa was supporting her chin with her hands and her eyes were closed tightly.

Suddenly, she woke up and opened her eyes slightly, but soon she slowly closed her eyelids again.

The silence in the store continued for a few more minutes. With the ringing of the bell, a customer pushed the store door and walked in.

A man in his thirties or forties, with healthy dark wheat-colored skin. He had his long hair tied up casually and an untrimmed beard. He had a handsome face and a pair of deep eyes. He looked like a wandering bard and a bit like an explorer.

"The guests are here and you still have your eyes closed. Isn't it too rude?" The man said to Melissa.

"Wait for me for a few more minutes, we're getting to the exciting part." Melissa still had her eyes closed.

The guest waited patiently with his cane. After a while, Melissa finally opened her eyes again: "I haven't seen you for a while, and your appearance has changed again. Is this original or stolen?"

"Stolen...I'm surprised you are still using this body." The guest said calmly, leaning on his cane, "You anticipated my visit, but you didn't even prepare a cup of tea?"

"If you need tea, why don't you just 'make some' yourself?" Melissa grinned.

"What's the point of making something that is destined to disappear?" the guest asked in turn.

"In that case, wouldn't everything you have been doing be meaningless?" A sarcastic smile appeared on Melissa's face, "Just to fill your own emptiness and boredom? What an irony, you should be the most fulfilling person in the world people.”

"Infinite time and power always have some side effects, aren't you the same? Before I came in, were you passing the time with that kind of revolving door again?" The customer sat down on the chair in front of the counter.

"Besides this, there aren't many things that interest me," Melissa replied.

"Have you harvested new material?"

"not yet."

"I think so. How does it feel to read old material?" the guest asked.

"It's like reading a book that you have read several times over and over again. Fortunately, it is a book that you like. It is perfect for passing the time." Melissa answered.

"No matter how interesting a book is, it will become boring if you read it over and over again." The guest said.

"So I want to get 'hate' and use 'sacrifice' to give up the memories I once had. Every experience will become a new one." Melissa replied nonchalantly.

"It makes me a little excited."

After the guest finished speaking, he suddenly recited something vaguely in a low voice, then raised his hand to pick up a cup of steaming black tea and took a sip.

The window counter displaying gemstones and jewelry was originally empty, but the cup of black tea appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Melissa also reached out and made a gesture of holding a cup: "Do you have anything new to share?"

The guest just glanced at her hand, and a cup of steaming tea appeared out of thin air.

"This scent is very unique." Melissa commented.

"The spice tea from the north of the northern continent is actually more suitable as a soup. The locals use this to ward off the cold." The guest explained calmly.

Melissa took a sip and stuck out her tongue: "It's a bit astringent."

"You will become addicted if you drink it for a long time." The customer said.

"After you leave, I won't be able to drink another cup." Melissa flicked her hand and threw the cup with tea on the ground.

However, there was no sound of anything falling to the ground, and the cup of tea disappeared without a trace as soon as it left Melissa's hand.

"After experiencing it once, you can repeat it in the spiritual world." The guest replied, "This is something I can't do."

"So, you just came to see me?" Melissa stared at the other person for a while, and began to read the other person's inner purpose almost out of habit, "I see, it's based on materials... But it's a pity that the story is far from ending now. There is still a period of time, and now I cannot directly predict the end of the story.”

"It's not easy for a mortal's bet to develop to this point." The guest nodded, "I like the drama of small-probability events born out of uncertainty. The end of the story is very important, and a bad ending can ruin it. If you drop an entire story, as a writer, you should have some control over it, but you shouldn’t interfere too much and let your chess pieces play more.”

"Sorry, I don't have the same desire to create as you, a third-rate writer." Melissa replied with an indifferent expression, "I can do whatever I like with the materials I got. So I sealed the other half, because I don’t want it to be spoiled for me before I see the whole story, as that would greatly detract from my enjoyment.”

"Then I can only hope that you won't make the same mistake again." The guest picked up the cup again and took a sip. The contents in the cup changed from black tea to coffee.

"But that's not what you think at all." Melissa narrowed her eyes at the guest, "You liked my failure last time, and you also expect me to fail this time."

"All I like is drama." The guest replied calmly.

"I'm different. Whether it's an unexpected ending or an ending under my control, I like it all." Melissa spread her hands, "But no matter what, I have to thank you for the gift. Your daughter is a very good girl." The material I used, I originally thought you would refuse.”

"I just want to learn how to write tragedy, but it's hard." The guest shook his head expressionlessly. "You helped me shape her into what I wanted?"

"She was like that originally, I just pushed her a little bit. You are not sensitive to emotions at all. Trying to create tragedy away from the emotions of ordinary people is like cultivating a rootless grass." Melissa also shook her head. "You can't produce works without messing around like this? You are really a third-rate writer."

"Maybe I don't like writing, but just messing around." The guest stared at the coffee in the cup and said calmly.

"Then there is no difference between you and me." Melissa suddenly laughed.

"There is no essential difference between us."

The guest picked up the cup for the third time. This time the shape of the cup changed. It became a wine glass with sparkling wine with ice cubes in it.

He drank the contents of the cup in one gulp, and when he put it down, the cup had disappeared without a trace.

"Are you leaving? I won't see you off." Melissa read the other party's intention to leave.

"Is there anything else I need to do next?" The guest asked again at last.

"You don't have to do anything. Just be a spectator as you like." Melissa said calmly.

"Then I will observe the etiquette of the audience and silently witness the ending you write. I look forward to your work." The customer stood up and walked towards the door. "Goodbye."