Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 94 Ethan has killed countless people
Ethan found himself surrounded by followers of the evil god, and everyone was waiting for his answer with great interest.

This is a tavern with an evil god theme, so the food they serve is made of meat and plants whose original sources cannot be identified.

For the evil god's believers, the number of kills seems to be equivalent to their honor.

"About eight or nine..."

As the author of "The Good People of Creekwood", Ethan found this somewhat embarrassing to talk about.

"puff--!"

There was laughter behind them, but due to the presence of Winter, the drinkers did not dare to show it too obviously. They could only adopt a shady tactic. Someone deliberately asked the person opposite, "Hey, how many people did you kill last week?"

"Five, or six? Oh, if you count the guards who are chasing me, then there should be nine."

In the eyes of the evil god's followers, a man who had only killed seven people was nothing more than a weakling among weaklings, and could only sit at the children's table when attending a dinner party.

Ethan roughly deduced the reputation system among the evil god's followers. The more people they killed, the easier it was to gain respect from others. They seemed to rely on this method to judge each other's strength. After all, they could not obtain badges of the same rank as their own through the orthodox path recognized by all continents. Therefore, before taking action, it was difficult for them to accurately assess the other party's strength.

The waiter wearing a sheep-head mask looked at the dark crystal on his ring finger, which was emitting a red light.

He said, "You lied."

The laughter became even louder. A "good-hearted person" who was closest to him deliberately covered his mouth with his hand and reminded him, "You may not know that this is your first time here. It is useless to report more numbers to the servants of the evil god. You will be found out immediately."

Many newcomers who have just arrived and don't know what's going on often like to brag about the number of people they have killed, and try their best to portray themselves as a ruthless killer. When they are found out, their faces will turn pale and blue - this is the favorite fun of drinkers in daily life. Those newcomers often want to find a hole to crawl into, and they will also be given some contemptuous titles because of this.

only……

They had seen people bragging about killing hundreds of people, but they had never heard of anyone falsely reporting only seven or eight people.

This newbie looked like an honest man with such a poor imagination that he even seemed a little pitiful when he was laughing.

However, Ethan was full of doubts. He counted carefully again and asked tentatively, "Nine?"

The dark gem on the ring was still flashing red, and he could only ask Teacher Mao Mao for help.

"Generally speaking, errors within five will not be recognized." Winter explained, "The question of 'how many people have you killed' is not accurate. The real question is, how many souls have you sacrificed?"

Ethan was even more confused.

Winter smiled evilly and explained, "In a sense, your magic can also be understood as a sacrificial ritual."

The evil gods' followers offer their souls to their gods, while Ethan allows those twisted souls to return to where they belong.

Ethan understood, but had absolutely no answer.

The question is, how many people are there in Riverside Town?

tens of?
hundreds of?
Or thousands?
There were no censuses in those days, so he could only vaguely say, "It should be the population of only a small town."

The laughter stopped, and the expressions of the evil god's followers froze on their faces, because everyone saw that the dark gemstone worn by the waiter emitted a green glow, which meant that the "newcomer"'s answer just now was recognized by the evil god. The more perceptive drinkers heard the deep meaning of this sentence. The "newcomer" said "only", which seemed to imply that he was not satisfied with this number.

Even the evil god's servant expressed the highest respect to Ethan. He placed his left hand on his chest and made a strange gesture, "May darkness fall upon the world again!"

And Winter's words, trembling with a pinched throat, dealt the final blow to the drinkers, "Those people just don't understand the situation. There's no need to kill everyone for some trivial matters."

I'm not a perverted murderer!

Looking at the silent drinkers, Ethan shouted in his heart. The "kind-hearted person" who had just reminded him, after meeting his gaze, took a deep breath, suddenly picked up the knife next to the plate, and stabbed his right hand with all his strength.

The knife pierced his palm and blood splattered everywhere.

Seeing this, the waiter stepped out to help, "Please follow me, both of you."

He opened a secret door on the ground level behind the bar and walked down first.

Lin Dong seemed to be in a good mood, humming a little tune and following closely behind, and finally Ethan. When the three figures completely disappeared, the drinkers covered their chests as if they had survived a disaster, breathing rapidly.

Ethan walked down the creaking wooden ladder and passed through the musty wine cellar. When a door at the end of the wine cellar was opened, he saw a dilapidated alley. Compared with the drinkers on the upper floor, most of the people in the alley had mutated bodies. Some of them had hunched bodies and lost their hair, and looked somewhat similar to the gardeners he had seen in the polluted area; some of them retained the outline of humans in the upper body, but their lower body was transformed into the appearance of wild beasts, crawling on spider-like legs.

After the waiter left, Winter whispered in Ethan's ear, "Those whose bodies have changed color and whose hair has fallen out are followers of the evil god Bazatos. Oh, we should call Him Heavenly Father here. Calling Him by name is offensive in the eyes of many followers. I know there is a store opened by a Heavenly Father follower here. It should have the knowledge you are looking for, but the owner of that store is a strange person. He may do some weird things to followers of other evil gods."

"I understand the reasoning. Why did you say that up there? I never intended to kill anyone."

"I know."

Winter's snicker came from under the vortex mask. "Now you are already a murderous follower of the evil god. News spreads quickly among drinkers. It won't be long before your reputation spreads here. This way, if you plan to come alone next time, it will be much more convenient to walk... But I suggest you bring me with you. If you want to steal banned books or cursed objects in the store, I can help you cover."

Ethan had no choice but to bear the title of "murderer", even though this was the highest praise among the evil god's believers.

However, unless it is absolutely necessary, he does not plan to come to this damn place again.

These narrow alleys were like a maze. According to the geographical location, this place should be located under the Black Sea. Ethan had no idea how the evil god's followers established a base under the ocean.

All the shops are crowded together, and the things on the shelves are often things that normal people would stay away from at first glance.

Standing in front of the store called "Heavenly Father is with You", Ethan felt nervous.

Teacher Maomao mentioned that the owner of this store is a weirdo and one of the oldest believers of the evil god. If even Teacher Maomao finds it weird, then it must be some shocking actions.

hope everything is fine.

He made a wish in his heart, but the moment the two of them walked into the door, the fat and bloated figure behind the counter "rolled" in front of him like a ball, and knelt down in front of him with a "thump".

"The Chosen One!"

The ball shouted, its cloudy eyes seemed to be unable to see clearly, "Is it you? The Chosen One!"

(End of this chapter)