Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 941 - 202: Your Choice (2)

This is a positive trend, as it means Ethan is getting closer to the image of him in the minds of the Imperial People.

"All credit goes to the little potato."

Ethan said, "There's nothing in this world that earth elements can't find."

"I think you need a magic potion."

Winter winked at Ethan, "If necessary, I can play the role of the Goddess of Life for you again."

In her view, Veronica was very much like Solaris before; their sense of justice was utterly unable to resist the environment they were in, so they took an ostrich-like approach.

But now, Solaris gained unprecedented faith due to the "Goddess of Life's" glance.

Maybe the same approach could help Veronica.

Drink the magic potion and have a sound sleep, walking into the courtyard of the Goddess of Life in a dream; this is every believer's lifelong pursuit.

Although this relates to the bet between her and Ethan, Winter thought that occasionally wearing a maid's uniform and nylon white stockings for Ethan was not a bad way to spice things up.

She pointed to her face, "How about this? A kiss, and I'll help you."

"No need."

Ethan, however, shook his head, "I want this to be a fair bet."

At the same time, the sound coming from above interrupted Veronica's thoughts. The intermittent footsteps outside the door, stepping in and out, paused at the door for a long time before finally grasping the doorknob.

Veronica held the magic scroll in her hand, and cast magic on the spike hammer she held, preparing for battle.

It seemed she had to make her decision faster.

Perhaps a member of that special department had sensed something unusual, or maybe an unfortunate clergy found the secret chamber's entrance at an ill-timed moment.

Carlo and many sect leaders remained trapped in the Praise Sanctuary, and from the moment she discovered the secret chamber, she became the one leading the "murder" forward.

As the secret chamber's door was pushed open from the outside, Veronica's raised spike hammer froze mid-air once more.

She and the person entering the room froze simultaneously, each uttering an "ah" in surprise.

More intriguingly, Veronica noticed that the person entering also had a pale complexion, with one hand supporting his aged waist.

"Bishop Solaris..."

Veronica blurted out. The appearance of this supposed dead specter threw her mind into chaos.

A third, unexpected situation emerged.

Could it be... she was actually dead?

Had she died the moment she fell into the pit over ten meters deep, and everything happening afterward was just her illusion?

People say believers' souls return to the Life Courtyard after death, but no one has ever confirmed this.

Maybe the souls of the Life Divine Teachings believers aren't any different from ordinary people, lingering awhile after physical demise before gradually dissipating.

Otherwise, why else would she see a bishop who should be dead?

Veronica asked in a lost voice, "Are you here to take me?"

She felt unwilling.

She hadn't discovered anything, changed nothing, and hadn't even resolved her inner conflict and dilemma.

"No, I'm not."

Solaris's voice sounded very weak, his spirit diminished to the extreme, his aged facial features twisted in intense pain, "I noticed a little blond girl in the church. I saw her enter a door, meant to check it out, but once I opened the door, I fell into a pit!"

Even the experienced bishop couldn't help but gnash his teeth when talking about that yellow-haired girl.

Who is this unlucky child that dared to dig a pit in the sacred church!

That fall made him feel like he lost half his life.

After complaining, the two fell into silence.

Solaris observed beneath Veronica's feet, where human remains soaked in pus were not yet fully dissolved, two heads particularly prominent. Veronica observed Solaris, noticing his chest wasn't pierced by a killer as rumored; she quickly determined the figure before her was a living human, not a ghost.

Either the border city's officials got it wrong or... Bishop Solaris had some encounter after being attacked.

Veronica had a vague premonition and asked, "What do you plan to do?"

She understood this was neither a miracle nor a coincidence but a carefully orchestrated meeting; they were both led here by the yellow little potato.

"Expose Carlo's crimes and... stop this meaningless war!"

Solaris said.

He admitted that after Mary's rejection, he was despondent for a few hours but soon pulled himself together again.

He received the Goddess of Life's glance; whether Saint Mary would accompany him or not couldn't change his path on the right track.

Even with dangerous challenges ahead, his heart held no hesitation.

"I indeed encountered an assassination in the border city, but the killer had nothing to do with the Margaret Family."

His tone was firm, and even facing the Church Court's judge—Veronica, whom Carlo had single-handedly elevated—he didn't back down, "At the time of the attack, I was in the Border Administration Bureau, investigating the dealings between city officials and Carlo."

He wasn't attacked on his way home.

The killer wasn't sent by the Margaret Family.

On this journey, Solaris gained a new understanding of that special department.