Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 206 Become My Believer

When Palansi arrived outside the mansion on the other side, he knew that he might be facing the most important decision in his life.

The scene before me seems familiar.

That dated back to hundreds of years ago. He accepted the invitation of the servants of the gods and decided to follow the will of the Knight Lord and dedicate everything he had to this world. The price was that he had to abandon everything in the past.

Everyone has gone through this process.

Except for Kadra, the organizer of the "Puppet Gathering", the servants of the gods rarely interact with each other. They travel around the continent, looking for relics left by the gods, and guide those brave people to accept the blessings of the gods when necessary. Only when the "Puppet Gathering" comes, they will gather together to exchange the information they have obtained.

Gas lamps were on on the first floor of the mansion, and figures were moving in the windows.

After becoming a servant of God, Palansi also passed by his own mansion and watched his descendants from afar. He witnessed the decline of his family until the last heir sold the big house that belonged to the family's glory in a destitute manner, and with his last dream in his heart, he boarded a merchant ship with all his might.

Since then, Palansi has heard nothing about him.

This is a necessary sacrifice in the face of a great cause.

Kadra always said so.

From prosperity to decline is one of the laws of this world.

only……

Although there is no blood relationship between them, Bi'an always reminds him of his granddaughter. Since returning to the imperial capital, he briefly picked up his humanity and reintegrated into this world from a bystander.

But reason reminded him that this might be his last chance.

He should continue the great work that lasted for hundreds of years, rather than a few people he had only known for a few days.

"Cuckoo?"

The voice from behind interrupted Palansi's thoughts. He felt a warm and soft touch on his left hand. He turned his head and saw a big golden bird lowering its head and rubbing his palm in a friendly manner.

Her name is Miss Chloe. Rather than calling her a mount, she is more like a companion on the other side.

This was the most human-like monster that Palansi had ever seen. There were even many times when he felt that Miss Chloe was a gentle and sensible girl. For example, now she should have just brought dinner to his dragon. The dragon that was injured in the car accident these days was well taken care of. Under the influence of Miss Chloe, its temperament became much gentler and it seemed to like the current living atmosphere in the imperial capital.

After all, dragons are the rarest monsters in the world. Many people gather around them every day, and occasionally nobles ask to take photos with them, making them feel like a big star.

This is a magical city. Palansi felt that Yalong had the same mood as him. As long as he stayed here for a long time, he would want to live here permanently.

The other side mentioned this in a conversation, saying that the royal family was willing to accept him and provide him with a large house. If he was willing, a return parade would be held for him to announce the return of the Knight of the Round Table, Palansi, to the people of the empire.

Palansi also saw a small octopus lying on Miss Chloe's back. According to Bi'an, it was also everyone's friend.

What strange people there are, they actually regard monsters as their companions.

Compared to Miss Chloe, the little octopus's look at him was not friendly, as if it had noticed the bottle of medicine in his hand. Palansi didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt a flash of ferocity in the octopus's eyes, which made him feel a little creepy.

He actually felt threatened by an octopus.

But in fact, this octopus is only the size of a palm and looks like the weakest among these people.

Before Palansi could speak, the hospitable Miss Chloe pushed him in the door.

Bi'an, who was preparing dinner, came over immediately. "Hey? Mr. Palansi, where is your wheelchair? The doctor said you are still in the recovery period, so you'd better rest for the next few days!"

As she spoke, she pushed Rowena's electric wheelchair prototype over.

Rowena just called and said that there was a case in the Mage Tower and they probably wouldn't be able to come back for a while. She shouldn't mind lending her wheelchair to a seriously injured elderly person for a while.

Palansi was pushed back into the electric wheelchair in a daze.

"You came just in time. I was preparing dinner. My subordinates are kind enough to bring me an ice antelope that they hunted in the north. It's a rare delicacy."

An enticing aroma wafted from the kitchen. Miss Chloe shook her wings excitedly. She lowered her head and let the little octopus crawl onto her head, then put it on the table.

Palansi witnessed all of this, and this was another magical thing - these people would let monsters come to the table for dinner, just like they were real people.

And as a guest, he also had a seat.

He felt the warmth in the room, so close to him that he could hold it in his palm if he just stretched out his hand.

If I accept Ethan's invitation and settle down in the imperial capital, will this become my daily life?

"Mr. Palansi, what is this? Is it the medicine prescribed by the hospital?"

The other side's words brought him back to reality.

"Oh, this is a folk remedy prescribed to me by a friend of mine."

Palansi's expression became a little unnatural, and he changed the subject, "It's ice antelope. I haven't tasted it for a long time."

"Then you have finally come to the right place. I am not bragging, but my cooking skills are among the best in the imperial capital. Wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

The face on the other side seems to always have a sunny smile.

Palansi's heart was filled with guilt. He had received the best welcome in the imperial capital, but now he had to force the other party to drink a bottle of potion of unknown origin and effect. He knew it was Kadra's method, and those hanging silk threads were his best method.

The methods of the God of Trickery are unpredictable, and perhaps even saints will become puppets controlled by him.

Bi'an was completely defenseless against him and turned and walked into the kitchen.

"Go wash your hands."

The little octopus across the table suddenly jumped onto Miss Chloe's head, and as she looked at it in confusion, it wrapped its tentacles around her eyes. She had no choice but to do as the little octopus wished and took it to wash its hands.

Palansi is the only one left here.

The potion was in his hand, and he had to make a decision.

He also noticed the flashing figures outside the mansion. Many people were approaching here. They were dressed differently and came from different classes. The only thing they had in common was that they had black silk threads hanging above their heads.

Khadra came to meet him.

If a battle breaks out, these people controlled by the threads will act as cannon fodder to cover his retreat.

The other side was only a few steps away from him, and he never considered the possibility of a sudden attack. For the strongest knight in the empire, he could achieve his goal in less than a second.

The beauty of the imperial capital is but a last glimmer of hope in its period of decay. It is time to return to reality.

A voice in his head reminded him.

Palansi's hand involuntarily grasped the potion bottle.

"Wow."

The sudden sound caused Bi'an to pause for a moment. When she came to the direction of the sound, Palansi had disappeared. The potion bottle filled with ink was shattered on the ground, as if it had been thrown heavily to the ground by someone.

"Don't touch it, it's not good."

Empolis's voice rang in her ears.

……

A moment later, on the outskirts of the imperial capital.

"You missed the best opportunity, Palansi."

After Palansi stopped, the resident of the imperial capital who had been following him spoke up, his tone full of blame. Ever since he left the mansion on the other side, he walked towards the outskirts of the imperial capital without looking back. At this moment, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The exciting Wheelchair Masters qualifiers had ended. Except for the guards who were still patrolling on the street, no one else could be seen.

When he broke free from the control of the silk thread and threw the potion bottle to the ground, he prepared for the worst.

"Kardra, you have crossed the line. I don't need you to guide my actions."

Palansi turned around and looked at the other person directly.

Although Kadra is the organizer of the "Puppet Party", their status is equal. Every servant of the God is working towards a common goal. In Palansi's cognition, this means comrades fighting side by side.

Since they were comrades, Kadra shouldn't have given orders in his mind and tried to control his behavior with silk threads.

He looked her straight in the eye. "On the contrary, I'm about to seize the best opportunity... Kadra, you should listen to me."

When the thread forced Palansi to make a choice, he followed his heart.

Accept Ethan's invitation.

This was his true inner thought, but it was by no means just that he was blinded by the so-called last flicker of light, but that the other party had promised him a future that was more worth realizing.

"Say it, I'm listening."

The noble standing in the front row not far away shrugged his shoulders, looking harmless.

"I met with Ethan and talked to him about the decay period..."

Palansi sorted out his thoughts.

He wanted to show Kadra all of Ethan's views on the decay period that day. A process without disaster, pain and death. Isn't this what they have been pursuing all along?

His tone became more and more excited, and Palansi gradually realized that without his awareness, he had already agreed with Ethan's theory in his heart, but everything the God Servant had experienced over the past hundreds of years prevented him from making a decision immediately - but as long as he convinced Kadra and everyone else to move forward along the same path, everything would be solved!

Khadra did not interrupt him and listened patiently.

The puppets' faces were expressionless. The moment they were controlled by the silk threads, they lost their human emotions.

Palansi was also silently observing Kadra's reaction, but he could never get any feedback from the other's expression.

No one can guess the mind of the God of Deception, but He can see right through your heart.

This is how the Imperials perceive the God of Trickery.

Kadra waited until Palansi finished his last sentence, which included Ethan's invitation to the servants of God.

"Finished?"

Palansi asked, "What do you think?"

His response was a long sigh.

Kadra shook her head. “You see, this is the scariest thing about him.”

What do people think of when they think of Ethan?
Fire elemental magic like the sun?
A great and inspiring plan?

Or is he a righteous god walking among the human world?

However, for Kadra, what really frightened him was not these things, but another thing that Ethan had done. "Not long ago, I heard about the turmoil in Ophira. According to the locals, the envoys from the imperial capital helped them quell the tsunami and reached a reconciliation with the gods they once believed in."

"What happened to Ophira afterwards?"

"Since they left, the Deep Sea Council has reorganized and thrived, at least for a short period of time."

Hearing this, Palansi breathed a sigh of relief, and the last of his worries were lifted.

He knew that he was a straightforward person and that when he was young he could only use his fists to reason. Thinking was not his forte, so after Henry I established the empire, he took the initiative to give up his position in the imperial capital and returned to his hometown.

In a peaceful era, there is no need for a sword as sharp as his.

Palansi also understood that people like him were often the easiest to be deceived.

He said, "This shows that he is a man who keeps his promises. I don't understand why we should reject him. Kadra, let's go back. As long as you and I work together, we will definitely be able to convince the others. The empire is in need of manpower right now, and they will definitely be happy to accept the servants of the gods."

"That's the thing, Palansi," said Cardella. "He always brings people together, doesn't he?"

Palansi is the best example.

As a man who had lived for hundreds of years, he quickly accepted Ethan's theory and was even willing to accept the other party's invitation.

"I have only seen such talent in a few rulers."

He paused for a moment and said, "Admittedly, everything seems to be moving in a good direction now, but what will happen if this ability gets out of control? Think about it, Palansi. If we share the secret of immortality with him, the upcoming Seventh Era may become an eternal existence. There will be no more decay period, no more dynasty change, and what awaits us will be a world like stagnant water."

Palansi thought about what Kadra said.

What if, one day, Ethan became no longer kind, what if he became a believer in the evil god, and was even willing to release the old god from his seal...

These thoughts immediately made him shudder.

For a moment, he couldn't imagine who else could stop Ethan. Even under Ethan's call, the people of the empire would be willing to offer their souls to the old gods.

Palansi seemed to see images from the future.

Caldera continued, "We are not here just to be observers. When civilization deviates from the correct trajectory, someone has to correct it."

"Dululu, dulululu--"

The sound of the phone interrupted their conversation.

Palansi was stunned for a long while before answering the phone. Almost immediately, he heard Bi'an's concerned inquiries through the shell. Then he remembered that this was the phone that Bi'an had given him in the hospital. He had it with him at the time and had forgotten about it.

The other side finds the broken glass jar and asks him where he is now.

She hoped that Palansi would immediately return to the hospital or the mansion to spend the night, because the imperial capital was in danger. According to the latest news they received from the Mage Tower, the scholar had been murdered, which involved a believer of the God of Trickery who was more powerful than the scholar. Perhaps he was hiding somewhere in the imperial capital at this moment...

"Got it. I met a friend and will be back soon."

Palansi ends the call.

Of course he knew that the "murderer" mentioned by the other side was right in front of him and had mentioned this matter not long ago.

His face darkened. If it weren't for this phone call, he would have almost been convinced by Kadra.

However, what happened in the Mage Tower refuted Kadra's high-sounding theory just now.

"The scholar suffered backlash during his meditation. Is this the case you mentioned?"

This goes against the code of conduct that the servants of God have always followed.

As the highest leader of the academy, the scholar holds a very important position in human society. The handling of this kind of people must be discussed and voted on at the "Puppet Gathering", and the opinions of every servant of the gods must be sought. Although Palansi did not support Turzan's method, he won by one vote at that gathering.

But Khadra skipped this process.

"You know it now."

Kadra's face darkened. He looked at the shell in Palansi's hand. "That should be the phone that people mentioned, right? It's really convenient. With it, the 'puppet party' format is no longer necessary."

"What's the reason?"

A silver-white light emerged from Palansi's body, and he felt a strong malice from Kadra.

He had met many similar people.

This is the expression on the face of a high-sounding person when his disguise is torn off.

"Because she almost found out... Don't try. The little gadget you're holding in your hand doesn't seem to be advanced enough to penetrate the realm. I'm really relieved."

Palansi noticed the changes in his surroundings.

He saw countless silk threads, as dense as a rainstorm falling on the ground. It was no longer just humans who were controlled by the threads, but also flowers, trees, soil, and gravel. Only he, who was blessed by the Holy Seal, was spared from being controlled by the threads.

"But if you want to blame someone, just blame Ethan. She should have just been a scholar, but she insisted on touching knowledge that didn't belong to her."

"……It's you!"

Palansi's eyes widened. Just now, he realized a terrible fact.

This made his hands and feet cold.

It is an indisputable fact that no saint has been born among the believers of the God of Trickery for a long time. Even he does not know in which era the last great magician who was promoted to a saint can be traced back to.

Palansi also recalled the beginning of the establishment of the empire, when the craftsmen's guild worked together. After getting drunk one time, the scholar at that time complained to him that he envied his title of Knight of the Round Table and complained that the God of Trickery had abandoned all His believers. After he was promoted to the fourth level, he seemed to have encountered an invisible wall, which prevented him from moving forward even a single step.

For a long time after becoming a servant of God, Palansi believed that this was caused by the fall of the rightful God. After all, the way of promotion for each rightful God is different.

But now it seems that this is not the case!
"You blocked their space for advancement!"

Come to think of it, Palansi had never heard of Kadra guiding any of the God of Trickery's followers, and had never truly fulfilled the responsibility of "guidance" that a servant of God should have!

Palansi had guided many knights.

When the empire was struck by a dragon, he led Henry VI to the remains of the Knight Lord and allowed him to obtain the holy sword in the altar, because this was the blessing left by the Knight Lord to his believers.

"Palansi, every path is different."

Kadra said calmly, "To us, every promoted person is an enemy."

Palansi couldn't believe his ears - not long ago, Kadra was still talking about the duties of the servants in front of him, worrying that the empire would fall into a stagnant state, but this shameless man cut off the path to promotion for all magicians.

He didn't even know from which era Kadra started doing this.

Palansi was completely awake.

We can't let this shameless person continue!

He was furious and his figure turned into a stream of silver light.

At this moment, the Lord Knight's blessing shone into the area enclosed by the silk thread, allowing him to slash at the villain in front of him like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Palansi knew that this might not really kill Kadra, but after repelling the opponent, he still had a lot to do.

He was going to go to the Mage Tower in person and tell Ethan about his discovery.

We must also try to inform the other servants of the gods and expose Kadra's true identity.

There is still a lot to do, and he must act immediately.

"I admire you, Palansi."

The noble, suspended by the silk thread, quietly waited for the silver-white blade that seemed to split the sky and the earth. The fierce momentum made him vaguely see the shadow of the Knight Lord at this moment.

A trace of pity appeared in Kadra's eyes, "But you are so gullible."

He was the one who taught them the art of immortality.

The concepts of descent of spirits and skins were also accomplished by him manipulating several generations of heirs of the Church of Life and Margaret's family behind the scenes.

Even when it comes to understanding the right and middle gods, these servants of the gods don't even have one-tenth as much understanding as he does.

There is only one reason, and this is why he must block all paths to promotion - only what he gets is 100%, a gift without any loss.

Or……

He is Khadra, the god of trickery, in whom this departed god has been reincarnated.

"Think about it carefully. How could you possibly use what I taught you against me?"

The moment the domain was shattered, all the light on Palansi's body disappeared, and he fell straight to the ground like a puppet that had lost its vitality.

This wasn't really a fight, as the God of Trickery he never had to face any fair fights.

Palance, the Knight of the Round Table, had died long ago.

This is just a high-quality skin tailor-made for him.

As long as the connection between Palansi and his body is cut off, it will be of no use even if this noble knight is proficient in fighting.

Khadra saw the drifting souls.

The nobleman suspended by the silk thread simply raised his hand and grasped the soul in his palm.

Then, he simply clenched his palms to block out the last ray of silver light.

This was the last sight Palansi saw.

After that, there was a long darkness.

However, for a veteran who has experienced countless wars, he is never afraid of the arrival of death. Everyone will fall in the war one day. The difference lies in what he can leave behind at the last moment.

So he cut off the domain and used the "telephone" to convey the final message to the other side.

Kadra.

Although he couldn't convey more information, he believed that with Ethan's ability, he was able to get closer to the truth through these three words.

Palansi walked towards the darkness calmly. He felt that he was lucky enough as he had several hundred years more time than others.

Next, he would have to witness with his own eyes where death would take him.

Although Palansi was fully prepared, when the black curtain was torn open and he saw the scene behind it, he was still shocked by what he saw.

He seemed to be standing among the stars, which was what he saw when he looked up at the night sky.

And now, he was between them.

He also saw a familiar figure.

Waist-length white hair and red eyes.

Winter Witch?

No, the scent is completely different.

"It seems that the Lord Knight can no longer protect you."

A being with the same appearance as Winter was examining him. "I am very satisfied with your performance, so I decided to give you a chance."

"Chance?"