Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 937 - 200: Let Sister Li Have a Look!_2

The saint of the Life Divine Teachings should not raise their hands in public and make actions suggestive of indecency.

Even as she acted, Mary uttered the unfortunate words, "Quick! Show me!"

"This... this isn't right!"

Even Little Dark stood up in support of Bazatous, "This is the behavior of a scoundrel!"

With the added negative label of "scoundrel" on top of "short-tempered," Mary caused deep concern over the moral development of the Life Divine Teachings.

Little Dark and Miss Keroy stepped forward, spreading their arms protectively around Bazatous like shielding a chick.

"Scoundrel?"

Mary was incredulous, "What do you take me for?"

She?

The dignified Saint of the Life Divine Teachings could not possibly harbor illicit thoughts towards an Evil God!

Blushing furiously, she righteously stated her intention, "I just wanted to take off Her skirt!"

"...That is precisely a scoundrel's definition for most people."

Ethan reminded Mary, coupled with her flushed expression, it was more than suspicious, "What do you plan to do after removing Her clothes?"

"Isn't it obvious? It's to examine Her body!"

This statement was almost identical to that of Brother Jie!

Even Ethan wanted to defend Mary, but was left speechless after her frank admission, because Mary's actions were worse than Brother Jie's, who at least knew to wait for Bingbin to get drunk before summoning Ah Wei to the room alone, whereas Mary confessed her indiscretion in front of everyone.

The Sword of Damocles did not fall, yet the atmosphere shifted in a more bizarre direction.

As everyone was stunned by Mary's remarks, the only one who saw through the truth was Lindong, who shared the same alchemist experience with her; she stepped forward and asked nonchalantly, "What do you plan to do by examining Her body?"

"Of course, it's to fill the void of past regrets!"

This was one of the few wishes Mary held onto until her death, never fulfilled. Despite defeating the Red King and dispelling the scarlet plague in the eyes of the people, she never discovered the true cure for the scarlet plague when she returned to the Church.

She failed to extract anything from the Red King's corpse, and as the Scarlet Dynasty fell, the tyrant's body turned to dust in the sunlight, leaving no remnants for her, rendering further research impossible.

Mary's obsession with the cure had long transcended dispelling the plague itself, but had become an alchemist's quest for an answer.

Such an answer was likely hiding in the seven-eyed woman, even if merely an Evil God's projection on Earth; it was humanity's closest encounter with the Evil God.

With Mary's explanation, everyone's assessment of her shifted from "scoundrel" to "mad alchemist," which was still not a favorable label as Mary unabashedly revealed her eager eyes.

"Are you looking for the cure to the scarlet plague?"

Bazatous asked, seemingly accepting Mary's reasoning.

"Absolutely!"

"Then come, I welcome anyone to discuss the secrets of flesh and soul with me."

Saying this, the seven-eyed woman reached for the buttons on the front of her dress...

"Hold on, hold on!"

In the nick of time, Ethan stepped forward, Bazatous, being an Evil God, could disregard human gazes, but he could not; no matter how you put it, she used a female body, and if Lindong saw a woman disrobing before him, she would likely pester him endlessly.

"If you want to conduct research, take it to the room next door!"

"Let's go!"

An excited Mary was the first to leave the room, followed closely by the equally curious Little Dark, leaving only Ethan and Miss Keroy behind, though Miss Keroy too occasionally glanced towards the next room.

"If you're curious, just go over."

Ethan said.

Upon hearing his words, Miss Keroy indeed ran out of the room.

The fact proved that the Evil God indeed posed a fatal attraction to the mad alchemist.

"You really understand them."

Ethan observed the remaining Lindong, deeply sighing, considering it a good turn at least, since Mary's and Bazatous's enmities did not culminate in violence.

"And what about you? What are your thoughts?"

Lindong lazily yawned, having stealthily infiltrated the Praise Sanctuary and turned the Church Court's sacred site into an Evil God's "haunted house," while outside, the sect leaders anticipated daylight's arrival, for once they did, they'd vacate. No matter what Carlo would say later, they wouldn't remain anymore.

However, their hopes were destined to be futile.

Before everything ends, sunlight will never reach Praise Sanctuary again; what awaits them is an endless night.

"You're not like Little Dark, who scares people half to death for fun."

Lindong mused, as understanding Ethan's intentions was part of her everyday amusement, "A confined space, doomsday prophecy, an inescapable Praise Sanctuary, and that Judge named Veronica... you want to stage a trial here."

A trial for Pope Carlo—in the manner he knows best, and most religiously potent way. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

And those sect leaders hiding throughout the sanctuary now are witnesses to this trial.

"You know me best."

"This won't be easy for Veronica."

Lindong said, "Carlo personally promoted her, even if she finds the truth, will she truly fulfill your wish?"

"Want to make a bet? I bet 20 gold lions."

"It's not how I bet."

Lindong shook her head, "I bet three days."

"...Three days?"

"If you lose the bet, upon returning to the Imperial Capital, you will have to listen to me for the next three nights."

Lindong's face revealed her wild and sweet smile of a mad alchemist, "You mustn't refuse whatever magic potion I feed you then."

"What if you lose then?"

"If I lose, I'll listen to you."

Lindong leaned close to Ethan on tiptoe, whispering softly in his ear, "You'll decide what uniform I wear, and... what stockings, all according to you."

"What kind of bet is this? Am I that sort of person?"

"I'll buy a new maid uniform."

"A bet is a bet, don't misunderstand, you've underestimated me, I can't swallow this insult!"

"So, the bet's on."

Lindong stepped back, "To ensure this bet goes smoothly, I suggest you investigate Carlo's condition; it might not be as you imagined now."

....................

Meanwhile, somewhere in the ring-shaped chapel.

Carlo leaned against the wall, sitting alone at the corner of the room.

A strong smell of blood spread through the room, the source of the stench being human remains scattered everywhere, fused with writhing fleshy buds, indistinguishable from their original state.

The tumors seemed alive, moaning in agony from time to time, twisted faces floated on the surface of flesh walls.

"I didn't betray, I didn't betray!"

A lost Carlo muttered,

Bloodstained hands, shrouded no longer in the bright green, life-filled energy, but a fog of death and ominousness, anyone witnessing this scene would instantly consider him a believer of an Evil God.

He murmured at the corpses engulfed by tumors and long lifeless, "The Seventh Age will arrive, redemption's path is therein, everything I've done is for a grander goal!"

Gradually, Carlo seemed to persuade himself into a ghastly grin.

"Yes, I'm not wrong, it's you all who are wrong!"

He fiercely glared at the corpse pieces within the tumors, "You deserved your fate!"