Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 407 Old Ba's Must-Eat List Top 0
The rescue operation in Lance is progressing well, but it seems that not everyone at the scene thinks so.

Evelyn, the old doctor in the camp, the brave young man, and even Xiao An all turned their attention to Ethan after Lance suddenly uttered a nonsensical murmur.

"This is normal during the treatment process."

Ethan had to explain to several new friends who were dealing with Old Ba for the first time.

This is easy to understand. In fact, it is a normal physiological reaction, just like many people talking nonsense after being given general anesthesia in modern medicine.

"Tentacles are emerging from his wound, is that normal?"

Evelyn expressed her doubts, and her question resonated with everyone. The onlookers nodded in agreement; Lance did indeed appear to be alive, but the way he had survived was quite strange.

"This is not a bad thing."

Ethan hoped they would be good at finding the positive side to things. "This is all part of the treatment. You have to look on the bright side. Lance has mastered a foreign language, which is a sure win!"

In this era of increasingly fast-paced life and harder-to-find jobs, everyone knows the importance of mastering a foreign language. Just based on the authentic Old God believer's words that Lance just blurted out, translation will become a new option for him when he resigns from his swordsmanship and considers changing careers.

This is a major trend in today's society, especially with the increasing resurgence of ancient gods and their entry into human society. This foreign language is definitely in high demand, and this is an opportunity that Buffett himself personally guided, something most people would never dream of.

It's no exaggeration to say that if the followers of Bazartos, represented by the Nightmare Witch, heard about this, they would be so excited they would drool.

Ethan, through their long-term interaction, also learned a persuasive art that he was proficient in, specializing in Bazatos's art of persuasion. Even with old friends, there must be a reason for asking for help. Communication is the key. If you praise Lance's noble spirit and soul during the summoning ritual, and commend him for adhering to his duty as a swordsman and fighting to the last moment to protect people, Bazatos will most likely find you both verbose and boring.

Therefore, Ethan gave a different account.

He told Old Bazatos that he had discovered a promising talent in the art of Bazatos in another world. This person's ultimate move was self-destruction. When he got angry, he would fight to the death with others, leaving himself covered in bloody holes, with blood flowing like a fountain!
Upon hearing this, Lao Ba couldn't sit still any longer.

Lance not only received treatment from Bazartos, but also a high-end VIP treatment.

Ethan named this persuasion technique "Old Bazatos Must-Eat List Top 0," believing that any Bazatos believer could use similar rhetoric when communicating with their great and omnipotent Heavenly Father.

The treatment lasted for nearly five more minutes. Although she was still full of doubts, Evelyn did not continue to question it. She had encountered too many strange things today, and her worldview had gone through a process of shattering and rebuilding. She figured it out: as long as Lance could be cured, what did it matter if it was tentacles?

Why do people smile when they see holy light, but show fear and unease when they see tentacles?

Does this indicate that they are suspected of racial discrimination?
During her silence, Evelyn engaged in deep self-reflection, wanting to become a better person.

Finally, the strange language stopped. After the general anesthesia, Lance, who had recovered from his serious injuries, regained his ability to communicate normally. He sat on the altar, looking down at his hands.

He remembered using a forbidden technique passed down in his hometown during the battle with the four attackers. He burned his own soul to secure victory. He held on to his last breath until Ethan and the others appeared. He vaguely saw two people and a cat running towards him, and then his last bit of strength dissipated.

He should have died; this was a soul wound that even the great sage Sera could not heal, but now…

His injuries not only healed, but he even benefited from the misfortune, feeling his body filled with endless power.

The transformation he underwent gave him a new lease on life. More importantly, he seemed to have broken through some kind of boundary. The forbidden technique no longer consumed his soul. On the contrary, the surging emotions in his heart made him even want to make it a part of his daily life.

Lance clenched his right fist in response to this inexplicable agitation, causing his entire right arm to swell up. The forbidden technique instantly created a wound on his arm, and blood gushed out in an instant. But this time, there was neither pain nor an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion. Instead, there was an indescribable sense of exhilaration, as if his very soul had been nourished.

If I absolutely had to say something...

Perhaps only "V'cu shaa'thee!" can describe his current state.

"This...this hasn't cured it either!"

Evelyn immediately became flustered again.

"Don't be nervous, Evelyn. This is just to prove my guess."

Lance quickly replied, "I'm fine now, in fact, I've never been better!"

This feeling of complete transformation...

When forbidden techniques no longer consume the soul and become ordinary skills that can be released at any time, the people here probably cannot understand what this means for a swordsman, or even for his homeland.

Lance loosened his clenched fist, allowing the muscles in his right arm to return to normal. The wriggling tentacles once again emerged from his wound, which was so dense it could trigger trypophobia, and within seconds it was completely healed.

The only drawback of this skill is that it wears out clothes quite a bit.

"In our land, the extraordinary are also practitioners of the divine path; they carry out the will of the gods and thus gain power."

Ethan explained to the still bewildered people, "Just now, Lance embarked on the path of Bazartos."

"...Barzatos?"

"That is the path of flesh and blood and evolution."

Ethan said, "Congratulations on gaining the favor of Bazatos himself."

The changes that occurred in Lance perfectly reflected the meaning of flesh and blood and evolution. Those forbidden techniques that had almost killed him became ordinary skills that he could easily use with his evolved body.

However, they could never imagine just how precious such an opportunity truly was.

Even in their world, over those thousands of years, only three people had ever received the favor of Bazartos himself, one of whom was the chief deity in human history—the goddess of life.

No one knows how far Lance can go on the path of flesh and blood and evolution.

Evelyn and the others in the camp finally realized something. They all looked up at the sky, and before the blood-red clouds disappeared and the huge eye closed, they prostrated themselves on the altar and recited hymns to Bazartos.

Just now, they witnessed a miracle. Although they had never heard of Barzatos before, they could imagine him as a benevolent and compassionate deity, like a… loving father!
The sudden appearance of the red mist blocked the advance of the Imperial Army. They had no intention of fighting to the death with Lance, "the strongest man in the Empire," and the strange phenomenon in the sky was comparable to a natural disaster. So they set up camp and refused to advance any further. This provided Evelyn and the others with an excellent opportunity for their great evacuation plan.

After a night of turmoil, Ethan came up with a new plan.

He faced Lance and the rebels in the camp and said that familiar line, "Gentlemen, I have a plan."

Clearly, the Silver Empire harbors astonishing secrets.

The secret likely transcends the Silver Empire itself and may be related to the missing Silver Emperor.

So, before noon, the Imperial Army's camp was greeted by an uninvited guest.

That was the young man who had been kidnapped, mentioned by the nobles on the wrecked airship. He also brought an unexpected surprise to the Imperial Army—Lance, who was seriously injured and unconscious.

The young nobleman recounted to the Imperial Army the events that had transpired at the rebel camp the previous night. Several assassins sent by Grand Duke Esch stormed the camp, ambushed and severely wounded Lance, and the rebels were torn apart in the attack. He remained hidden in the shadows until the battle between Lance and the assassins came to an end.

Lance, that despicable traitor, sacrificed his soul to kill those fearless imperial heroes, and he inherited their will, bringing Lance here.

This matched the intelligence the Imperial Army had received. The Imperial Army commander nodded repeatedly at Ethan's words, and he could hardly suppress the smile on his face. In the end, he even praised Ethan's bravery.

They were unwilling to fight Lance, but no one would refuse this unexpected military honor.

Bringing a traitor of Lance's caliber back to the capital would undoubtedly earn them the favor of the Imperial Commander and Grand Duke Esch. If they were even luckier, they might even be granted a title, completely shedding their commoner status!
This was Ethan's infiltration plan. With Old Bar's help, it was even more powerful. Now, Lance was unmatched in the art of feigning death, and his pitiful appearance was very likely to lull the big shots in the capital into a false sense of security, causing them to appear in front of him without any precautions.

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At the same time, in the imperial capital.

On the other side, holding a bag of freshly baked bread and hot dogs, he strolled through this familiar yet unfamiliar street.

This was the busiest time of day in the capital, with people coming and going on the streets, creating a facade of prosperity. She could smell the chill in the air. Imperial patrols avoided her when they saw her, and experienced adventurers she happened to encounter looked at her with pity.

She understands why.

She had been targeted by someone more than ten minutes earlier.

Those who have their eyes on her are skilled at disguise and can be described as "experts" by her. They are far superior to any opponent she has encountered in this world so far. There are five of them in total, and they will disappear into the shadows if she is not careful.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that she did not deliberately hide her whereabouts.

After waking up this morning and leaving the hotel, Bi'an swaggered off to a bakery in the capital and carefully selected some lunch for herself.

She knew that the person following her was related to the young nobleman who had been severely beaten yesterday. She vividly remembered the tavern owner's astonished expression, as if the end of the world was about to come. While she was beating up the young nobleman and his guards, everyone else in the tavern seemed to be frozen in place.

Those people seemed more afraid than she, the one who caused the accident.

A day is enough for the other side to understand the structure of the Silver Empire. In this kingdom, the nobles have a more exalted status than during Julius's time. Their words are not to be disobeyed, and they can even commit rape, plunder, arson and murder in broad daylight. The common people in the capital have long been tamed and have long been used to this.

No one would question the behavior of the noble lords; they would only reflect on whether they had done something wrong that had angered their noble lords.

The people of the capital were not only good at reflecting, but also at reporting and exposing wrongdoing. They took pride in exposing acts of resistance. A careless remark made while drunk could be reported to the Imperial Army. Although this would not bring them any substantial benefits, it greatly satisfied their loyalty. They used this behavior to express their loyalty to the nobles.

Therefore, the other side was naturally reported as well.

Along the way, she encountered no fewer than ten people who reported her to the Imperial Army for assaulting nobles in taverns, but for some reason, the patrolling Imperial Army soldiers seemed unwilling to get involved and all kept their distance from her.

Having lived through the Julius era, she immediately understood the mystery.

It must be that the noble young master's family contacted the Imperial Army, hoping to handle the matter in their own way.

The death penalty was too lenient for many nobles, failing to quell their anger or serve as a warning to others. They would use methods such as the "skinner" execution to show everyone the consequences of disobeying the nobles.

In this respect, the nobles of the two worlds do not seem to be much different.

Previously, the Imperial Knights had received many private messages from nobles. In order to prevent the spread of this bad practice, Bi'an led his men to arrest all those who had made such messages. Not only were they arrested, but they were also placed in the Imperial military camp for ten days or half a month under various pretexts.

She felt a sense of satisfaction watching the nobles jump around in anger.

Before returning to the hotel, Bi'an slowly walked into a dark alley, knowing that her pursuers had been waiting for the right moment to strike.

Although the residents of the capital have already tamed themselves, the other side does not want to cause too much disturbance on the streets, so as not to harm civilians.

This place is sparsely populated; there is no better place than here.

"It seems you've already figured it out."

Those cloaked figures emerged from the shadows, and one of them asked with interest, "I'd like to know your reason."

"reason?"

Why did you attack young master Fabius?

“Fabius, is that his name…”

Bi'an said, "The reason is simple. You can tell him for me that I will beat him up again next time for someone who only urges others to drink at the dinner table without ordering any food."

(End of this chapter)