Chapter 177: The Warden of The Witches - Chapter 180:

Chapter 180 - "If You Say That, I Won't Be Sleepy Anymore"

Upon hearing Abigail's words, Aiden immediately tensed up.

Abigail actually avoiding the other Great Witches... And had something to discuss privately with him, Could it be that she was really another transmigrator?

For a moment, Aiden almost blurted out in his native language: "Are you also a Transmigrator?"

Being transported to a world completely unfamiliar, with societal development far below that of his own era, if his life hadn't already ended in his original world, he would definitely try everything to go back.

Encountering a fellow transmigrator in such circumstances would excite anyone.

But he quickly suppressed this impulse and remained composed.

If Abigail was indeed a Transmigrator and ready to acknowledge it, she would naturally speak up. As for himself, with his knowledge about transmigrator and their relation to Mephilia, this wasn't the place for him to initiate the conversation.

"What do you want to talk about?" he responded in as calm a tone as possible.

"If so, then what?" Aiden felt the other party was beating around the bush.

"Two hundred years ago, the Flying Spaghetti Monster Cult appeared briefly in the old Kingdom of Reiss, and then disappeared without a trace. I want to ask where you inherited the legacy from?" Abigail continued to inquire.

Aiden still couldn't discern whether the other person was probing to see if he was a Transmigrator or just asking innocently, so he hesitated slightly.

Seeing his silence, Abigail reiterated her question: "Let me make it clearer, perhaps you should also know that the founder of this religion was a witch. Do you have any connection with her?"

After a moment of thought, Aiden chose to turn the question around: "Are you asking this on purpose, perhaps because you have some connection with her?"

Abigail fell silent, and this silence made Aiden, who was eager to confirm whether the other party was a Transmigrator, a bit impatient. After a while, Aiden couldn't help but speak first: "Aren't you someone who likes to speak frankly?"

"I apologize for being rude, asking questions unilaterally indeed makes it hard to gain trust. So, I'll be straightforward," Abigail seemed determined. "In fact, I am the inheritor of the witch who founded the Flying Spaghetti Monster Cult two hundred years ago."

"Inheritor?"

"Yes, in terms of blood relations, she could be considered my grandmother. And in terms of apprenticeship, I am her grand disciple. My grand mother used her own blood as material, using the hatching egg to give birth to offspring, and I was born in the same way," Abigail said slowly.

Aiden was slightly surprised, but then he realized that Abigail's explanation could account for the age gap between her and the unnamed witch's active period. ṞÂNO͍βË𝙨

when authority exists in the form of an object, it can possess certain attributes corresponding to its authority. Even without mastering the divine language, it can still be "used." The authority of "procreation" might be able to achieve the ability to reproduce.

"Did you keep me here just to confirm any connection between me and your ancestor?" Aiden ventured to ask.

"I actually have a favor to ask," Abigail said slowly.

"A favor?" Aiden was puzzled.

"I have a notebook here, left by my ancestors. But I've never been able to decipher the text on it. I wonder if you can understand it," Abigail raised her hand, and a notebook appeared in it.

Aiden suddenly became alert at the mention of this—notes left by other transmigrator!?

In countless transmigrator novels, what previous transmigrator predecessors left behind symbolized opportunity! Especially these textual materials, most likely written in the language of the previous world, completely unreadable to anyone in this world, specifically left as treasures for other transmigrator .

If you say that, I won't be sleepy anymore!

But Aidan suppressed his excitement and pretended to calmly respond, "Perhaps I can. I have indeed studied a language and script said to be related to this religion, but I'm not sure if it's the same as the text on the notebook."

Being too eager might seem unnatural, but Abigail would probably lend him the notebook to decipher it for her.

Besides, even if the notebook was indeed written by another transmigrator in their native language, he might not be able to crack it. The only information he knew about the witch might be related to transmigrator was limited to two things: her association with the Flying Spaghetti Monster Cult and her ability to use chopsticks. Just these two points weren't enough to determine if her native language was the same as his, considering there were multiple countries in his previous world where chopsticks were used as utensils.

However, Abigail didn't immediately hand him the notebook but instead posed another question, "Can you tell me now where you inherited the legacy from?"

After a brief consideration, Aiden casually fabricated an excuse, "When I was young, there was an old man living next door, whose ancestors seemed to come from the old Kingdom of Reiss. He was a follower of the Flying Spaghetti Monster Cult, and according to him, he had some connection with the founder of the religion. I used to visit his study often, and I first learned about the Flying Spaghetti Monster Cult from the notes he collected. Seeing my interest in those things, he taught me some, including the language and script. I really liked the doctrine of the Flying Spaghetti Monster Cult, that food is more worthy of worship than gods, so I became a follower."

Aiden opted for a half-truth with a touch of fiction. Since Abigail herself didn't seem to be a Transmigrator and didn't appear to be aware of their existence, there was no need to be completely honest with her.

"Where is that old man now?" Abigail dug deeper.

"He's dead, been dead for over ten years," Aiden replied bluntly, opting for the convenient strategy of attributing the issue to a deceased person, almost adding "his ashes have been scattered."

Blaming the issue on a dead person was the easiest way to conceal the truth, especially when it was about a non-existent deceased.

"What about the notes he left behind..." Abigail continued to press.

"Unfortunately, I remember they were disposed of by his family," Aiden shrugged.

Abigail fell silent for a long time, a silence that made Aiden somewhat nervous.

After a while, Abigail spoke up, "Let's leave it at that."

With a wave of her hand, she tossed the notebook into the air. In an instant, the notebook continuously opened and closed, fluttering like a butterfly with wings flapping in the air, until it landed in front of Aiden, opened.

Aiden focused his gaze on the notebook. Abigail clearly didn't believe his nonsense, but thankfully, she still attempted to hand over the notebook for him to decipher.

The first few pages of the notebook were clearly torn off, leaving behind several pages with jagged edges. On the first remaining page, Aidan saw a date, and beneath it, startlingly, was his familiar native language:

"I've been deceived..."