Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam

Chapter 992 - 224: Where the Snow Falls

Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam

Chapter 992 - 224: Where the Snow Falls

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Overall, Ethan's rescue mission was progressing quite smoothly.

However, his assessment of victory seemed a bit premature, mainly due to Bazarian.

This Goddess was not very clean-handed and liked to talk while eating. It wasn't until after the grand rescue that Ethan realized that all the snow cherries from the Ice Crystal Giant Tree had been picked and eaten by Bazarian, and she looked like she still hadn't had enough.

"Is this okay?"

After learning of Ethan's intent to climb the tree, Bazatous thought for a while and produced several round, beating heart-like, eye-adorned crimson fruits, "These are of much higher purity than those for the civilians, how about you take these back as a substitute?"

She always repaid kindness with kindness and sought revenge for wrongs, and since Ethan had just helped her, preventing her from becoming the most awkward Goddess of the century, she naturally had to find a way to repay Ethan.

To make Ethan understand the power of these fruits, Bazarian added, "If Marshall had swallowed these fruits, your little tricks would have been doomed to fail."

As long as one could smoothly absorb the energy contained within these fruits and complete the transformation, the transformer could destroy the entire Upper City with just a single thought.

Feeling the skepticism in Ethan's gaze, Bazarian realized something and said, "Of course, that's for the average person. If your little girlfriend ate these fruits, she would instantly feel a hundred times more energetic and could stay awake for several days straight."

"Enough, you'd better not get involved in this."

Ethan waved his hand, "You should go back."

Did he want Lindong to not sleep for several nights?

He wanted Lindong to expend her energy normally during the day, return to the inn at night, and fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, sleeping as regularly as he did until dawn!

He was already very close to success today.

The wind this month was especially biting. Ethan walked down the icy steps and sat alone in the cold wind for over ten minutes.

The fact that Bazarian had eaten the snow cherries was a small matter, but if Lindong found out that he had spent nearly an hour alone at the top of the tree with Bazarian while she slept, it would be difficult to explain.

"Where is the yellow potato!"

"Boom——!"

At Ethan's command, a blonde girl's head poked out from the ground, and he immediately ordered, "Go, fetch some fried rice and barbecue."

Just like the unyielding interim Prison Warden, Ethan didn't give up hope even when facing doom.

He hoped that his tireless efforts over the last few hours to disturb Lindong's sleep hadn't been in vain and that she would be so muddled from sleep that she wouldn't remember what was said before. To ensure Lindong was in a state of amnesia, after assigning a task to the earth element, he turned to the ice element, which was coiled around as the Ice Crystal Giant Tree behind him, his eyes focusing as if he were in the top war with red hair, "Sister Ice, give Old Sen a favor."

The towering Ice Crystal Giant Tree instantly dissolved, transforming into snowflakes that drifted across every corner of Oasis City.

This is a city that almost never sees snow. Accompanying the moonlight, the city's residents took to the streets, especially young people and children, who joyfully reached out their hands to catch the snowflakes in their palms, smiles spread across their faces.

"Marshall failed, didn't he."

In front of a house in the Lower City, a young man over two meters tall, whose body mass resembled a mountain of flesh piled up at the entrance, rushed outside with glee like the children in the city, eagerly reaching out to catch the snowflakes, "Boss, it's snowing, come see the snow!"

"He didn't fail."

Inside, Laris held a wine jug, showing no intention of going out. He just gazed at the snow falling upon Oasis City through the window. Moonlight spilled into the small house, a thin layer of frost formed on the window, and the smile on his face was no longer mad or ferocious, as if the sudden snowfall had calmed his heart, even invoking a hint of envy.

Laris took a swig of wine.

After a long while, he exhaled the wine's vapors, "Marshall achieved his wish."

What could be a happier ending than this?

Meanwhile, Mary arrived in front of the vanished prison, the guards had already begun to pursue those prisoners who had escaped amid the chaos, and the first to be caught was a round-faced orange cat. As ridiculous as it sounded, more than one prisoner had reported that the orange cat was the former mayor Hafeez transformed.

Surprisingly, those prisoners who were considered troublemakers in the eyes of the guards did not escape. Instead, they used their bodies as human walls to block wave after wave of escape attempts by other prisoners.

They were on-site at the time, amidst the flood of decaying flesh, and had witnessed the interim Prison Warden's decision.

They saw the Magic Sword flung into the night sky, ultimately transforming along with Marshall into a dispersing white light, vanishing without a trace.

This snowfall seemed to be the result of a final "blade-forging ceremony."

This new Prison Warden is quite a character.

They explained to the puzzled guards.

"Report to Lady Mary!"

A guard jogged up to Mary, the snowflakes turning his black hair white, and he shouted his report to her as if he were pulling at his throat, "The Prison Warden fought to the last moment!"

Immediately after, that hunched, still panting, round-faced orange cat was held up by a guard wearing beast-taming gloves and presented to Mary. In the instant their eyes met, the fierce expression in those eyes became clear, the round-faced orange cat's mouth twisted, it retracted its claws, and its tail tucked between its legs.

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