Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 799 - 140: Old Ba’s Must-Eat Rankings Top 0_2

The only drawback of this skill now is that it tends to ruin clothes easily.

"In our place, Transcendents are also practitioners of the divine path. They follow the will of the gods to gain power."

Ethan explained to the somewhat confused crowd, "Just now, Lance embarked on Bazatous' path."

"...Bazatous?"

"It's the path of flesh and evolution."

Ethan said, "Congratulations, you've garnered Bazatous' favor."

The changes that happened to Lance perfectly matched the meaning of flesh and evolution; those taboo spells that once nearly killed him had become ordinary skills easily performed with an evolved body.

Yet they could never fully comprehend just how precious this opportunity was.

Even in their world, over thousands of years, only three people have ever received Bazatous' favor; one of them is the foremost True God in human history—the Goddess of Life.

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

In the camp, Evelyn and others finally realized something. They jointly looked to the sky, as the blood-colored clouds were about to disappear and the giant eye closed; they piously prostrated on the altar, chanting a hymn to Bazatous.

Just a moment ago, they witnessed the descent of a miracle.

Though they had never heard of Bazatous' name, they imagined him to be a merciful and compassionate deity, like a...father!

The sudden red mist halted the advancement of the Imperial Army. Originally reluctant to face a showdown with Lance, "the Empire's strongest man," coupled with the celestial phenomenon akin to a calamity, led them to camp in place, providing Evelyn and others with the perfect opportunity for a great retreat.

After a tumultuous night, Ethan devised a new plan.

Facing Lance and the rebel soldiers at the camp, he recited that familiar line, "Folks, I have a plan."

Clearly, there's an astonishing secret concealed within the Silver Radiance Empire.

The secret might surpass the Empire itself and perhaps relate to the missing Silver Emperor.

Thus, before noon, an unexpected guest arrived at the Imperial Army's camp.

It was the kidnapped youth mentioned by the nobles aboard the stranded airship. He brought an unexpected surprise to the Imperial Army—a severely injured and unconscious Lance.

The young noble narrated the plight of the rebel camp last night to the Imperial Army. Assassins dispatched by Duke Ash infiltrated the camp, launching a sneak attack that critically injured Lance. The rebel forces disintegrated amidst the assault, and he remained in the shadows until Lance's fight with the assassins neared its end.

The despicable traitor Lance, at the cost of burning his soul, slew those fearless Imperial heroes, and he inherited their will, bringing Lance here.

This coincided with the intelligence obtained by the Imperial Army. Ethan's account was met with nods from the Imperial Commanders, who struggled to suppress grins, eventually verbally commending Ethan's courageous acts.

They were unwilling to fight Lance but wouldn't refuse military accolades falling from the sky.

Transporting a traitor of Lance's caliber back to the Imperial Capital would undeniably earn them favor and recognition from the Imperial Commander and Duke Ash. With a stroke of luck, they might even be granted titles, freeing them from their civilian status!

This was Ethan's formulated undercover plan, further strengthened by Old Ba's assistance. Currently, Lance was unmatched in the realm of feigning death, and his pitiful appearance would likely lull the Imperial Capital's authorities into carelessness, unbewaringly appearing before him.

.........

Simultaneously, in the Imperial Capital.

The Other Shore carried a bag of freshly baked bread and hot dogs, strolling along the familiar yet foreign streets.

This was the busiest hour in the Imperial Capital, with people thronging the streets, portraying a facade of prosperity. She could smell the tension in the air; the Imperial soldiers avoided her, and seasoned adventurers cast sympathetic glances her way.

She knew the reason.

Just minutes ago, someone had marked her.

Her stalkers were masters of disguise, earning the title of "experts" from her, unlike any opponent she had faced in this world; five individuals in total, who vanished into shadows with a slight lapse in attention.

Of course, this was also because she hadn't deliberately concealed her presence.

After waking and leaving the inn in the morning, the Other Shore had ostentatiously visited the Imperial Capital's bakery, carefully choosing her lunch.

She knew those tailing her were linked to the noble young master she had beaten severely yesterday. Her memory remained vivid of the tavern owner's stunned expression, as if the world was ending, during her thrashing of the young master and his guards, while the tavern patrons seemed frozen like under an Immobile Curse.

Those people appeared more terrified than the instigator herself.

A day was enough for the Other Shore to understand the layout of the Silver Radiance Empire; in this Kingdom, nobles held a higher status than in Julius' era, their words unchallengeable, capable of indulging in debauchery, arson, and murder even in broad daylight, while the Imperial Capital's civilians were long domesticated, accustomed to these acts.

No one questioned the behavior of the noble lords; they only reflected on what they might have done wrong to anger the noble masters.

Residents of the Imperial Capital were apt at reflection and exposing others, priding themselves on denouncing rebellious actions. A drunken slip might get reported to the Imperial Army, providing no substantial rewards but greatly satisfying their loyalty, expressing their fidelity to the nobles through such deeds.

Thus, the Other Shore was naturally reported.

Along the way, she encountered no fewer than ten individuals reporting her assault on the noble in the tavern to the Imperial Army; however, for some reason, the patrolling soldiers seemed hesitant to involve themselves, maintaining a respectful distance from her.

Having lived through Julius' era, she immediately grasped the secret behind it.

Surely, the noble young master's family had privately informed the Imperial Army, seeking to resolve the matter in their way.

To many nobles, the death penalty was too lenient, unable to soothe their anger or warn others effectively; they'd adopt execution methods like "skinners" to showcase the consequences of defying nobles.

In this regard, the nobles in both worlds seemed not so different.

Previously, the Imperial Knight Order often received private overtures from nobles; to quell these unhealthy practices, the Other Shore would arrest those who made contact, detaining them in the Imperial Army camps for ten days or more under various pretexts.

Seeing the nobles furious and scrambling, she felt utterly pleased.

Before returning to the inn, the Other Shore leisurely entered a dim alley; she knew those stalkers awaited the perfect moment to strike.

Despite the self-domestication of the Imperial Capital's residents, the Other Shore didn't wish to stir a commotion on the streets, fearing harm to civilians.

With sparse population, there was no more suitable place.

"So you've discovered us."

Those clad in black cloaks emerged from the shadows, one with interest asked, "I'd like to hear your reason."

"Reason?"

"Why did you act against Master Fabius?"

"Fabius, that's his name..."

The Other Shore said, "The reason is simple. You can tell him, for one who persuades drinking without ordering dishes at the table, I'll hit him again next time."