Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 265 "A Little Surprise"

What surprised Ethan even more than the golden arrow that pierced through the air was the somewhat solemn expression on the senior student's face.

When he stopped the arrow and searched for the attacker's trail, the attacker had already vanished without a trace. This was clearly not something an ordinary thug could do. The "electric grid" covered the entire academy, meaning that no sound could escape the perception of the electric element.

Although the electric element is not as warlike as the wind and ice elements, it is undoubtedly the most perceptive of all the natural elements in terms of reconnaissance ability. However, even he could not detect when the attacker appeared or where he went.
This guy has to be at least a small-time hoodlum like Rao.

The arrow's construction is also extremely unique; it appears to be made of gold, yet it contains energy that transcends common sense.

This is a substance that should not exist in this world.

The senior student made this assessment.

Ethan is now being threatened, and the attacker's warning is clear—stop all research on the magic network.

Electric Element looked down at the study materials piled up on the entire table, which he and Ethan had borrowed from the academy's library after spending a lot of effort.

Then the problem is coming.

The attackers are preventing you from researching the magic network, are you still going to research it or not?
Ethan quickly answered the question with his actions. After hanging up the phone, he casually pushed the broken arrow aside, seemingly unconcerned that the attacker might still be watching him from some dark corner. He then openly flipped through one of the records about the magic network.

He'd rather die than not study this.

Although these books only provide macro-level descriptions, Ethan believes that the secrets are likely hidden in the details.

If he were a selfish dean, he certainly wouldn't have the heart to completely destroy all the relevant materials, thus ruining the future of the elemental sculptors.

At the same time, footsteps could be heard outside the study.

They stormed out the door, slamming it shut with a loud bang, clearly indicating that the person making those footsteps was not in a good mood.

"Junior Sister Lin Dong has gone out, aren't you going to go see her?"

"Morning grumpiness".

Ethan said without looking up that he thought it was normal. If someone smashed your window with a brick while you were having a sweet dream, you would probably feel the same way as Winter. Besides, cats are more prone to breathing out than people. She had already gone out to look for the person who threw the brick.

The Electric Element stared at Ethan for a long time, finally confirming that his composure was not feigned, and that he wasn't the kind of person who was about to wet his pants in fear but still tried to appear calm—this kind of person was very common in the Empire, especially among the nobility.

A general's demeanor.

The word involuntarily popped into his mind.

"Seriously, junior, you're not quite right."

In fact, Electric Element had wanted to say this for a while. Neither his attitude towards the Old Gods nor his emotions when facing danger were like those of a normal human being. Meeting Ethan's questioning gaze, Electric Element explained, "A normal person should be trying to find out where the attacker is right now."

"If even you, senior, can't find her, then there's no need for me to waste my time."

Going around the academy now to look for her will only wake up all the students and professors and spread unnecessary panic, and will not make any progress. "Perhaps her plan is to make me investigate her all over the world, so that I will miss the research on the magic network."

"That makes sense, but..."

"And I already have a plan."

"You have another plan? So quickly?"

"Mr. Black Wolf just divined the revival of the Goddess of Hunting, and then someone shot an arrow at me. Is there really such a coincidence in this world?"

Only former "gods" can escape the eyes of the electric element. The goddess of the hunt is one of the heroes who is most adept at concealing herself and carrying out assassinations. She can slip into the shadows, infiltrate the enemy's heartland, and then shoot an arrow through their forehead. During times of war, for the followers of the old gods, Cynthia is definitely one of the names that makes them tremble with fear.

Perhaps without you even noticing, the hunting goddess's arrow has already been aimed at your head.

This saying circulated widely during the war and was recorded in the memory of Caesars, the father of war.

Although Ethan had met Cynthia during the festival's trials and even had a good chemistry with her, it was ultimately an illusion woven from Caesaros's memories; in reality, they had never crossed paths in the real world.

The same applies to the first Dean, McCardlin.

As Mrs. Judy, the caretaker, said, the headmaster waited for one person until his death, and that person could only be Cynthia.

Their experiences at the festival were not without merit; Ethan learned about the genuine affection between Maca-Drin and Cynthia during their day at the forest camp.

"Assuming you guessed correctly, what are you going to do?"

The senior student's expression grew increasingly serious.

He felt that Ethan might have guessed correctly, but they were no longer facing the goddess of the hunt from his memory. This golden arrow of unknown composition was mysterious and even more deadly.

"Senior, I want to ask you for a favor."

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Four o'clock in the morning.

Cynthia walked among the shadows, everything in sight seemed to be veiled in a black gauze.

She knows this place better than anyone else, having witnessed the rise of halls representing human wisdom and knowledge, and the transformation of this once desolate island into the center of human civilization.

The First Era.

This signifies the end of the Dark Ages and symbolizes the true rise of humanity.

Now, it is the end of the Sixth Era, more than a thousand years have passed since the era she was familiar with, and she has learned some information about this era.

The empire has become the center of human civilization. A few months ago, a great change occurred there. After that change, the empire's politics, economy, and culture embarked on a new path and are now full of vitality.

Many of the buildings on the island have changed, but she can still vaguely make out the outlines of the past.

Cynthia sat across from the mansion she knew so well, but things had changed. The "former residence" sign at the entrance was somewhat jarring, and these overly familiar sights inevitably brought back memories of the past.

For McCardlin, this may be the best of times.

This means that he no longer needs to shoulder those responsibilities and burdens, and every day when he opens his eyes, he is faced with countless to-do items. Someone else has taken over this authority on the other side of the island.

He could sleep until noon, or take his fishing rod and spend the whole day at the lake behind the academy.

Thinking of this, she suddenly lowered her head.

However, this is not the case for the King of Gold.

With the end of the war, the world no longer needed McCardlin, or anyone like him. They had already gained enough favor from the "ancestors," and in the centuries of civilization that followed, they should gradually return what they had temporarily lent them to its rightful owner.

Otherwise, the Golden Kingdom would descend upon those greedy races, to teach them, to redeem them… This was the time she had bought for Mekka-delin, the Golden King having written the fate of all beings hundreds of years later—through relatively gentle means.

Addiction is destined to never be resolved, because it is the inevitable price to pay for receiving a gift, and this price will inevitably lead to new troubles.

Centuries from now, humanity will face a war caused by addiction to magic. Former heroes will become their enemies, their homes will be destroyed, and countless people will die in the war. Only suffering will make the survivors understand the weight of this gift and be willing to return it to its rightful owner.

But that would be at least several hundred years from now.

As a human, Mekka Delin did not have such a long lifespan, and the Golden King promised this human hero that he would live out the rest of his life in peace and prosperity.

The King of Gold kept his promise, and this mansion records much about the later years of McCadrin's life, things she didn't know.

He lived a long time and was one of the longest-lived deans in the history of the college.

After that, he never experienced war again, and even his death was peaceful—he took his fishing rod and went to the lake on the island for the first time in a long time, sat on a pile of stones, and calmly watched the ripples on the water.

Cynthia could easily imagine these scenes.

Immediately afterwards, she clenched her fist.

She has less than three days left to resolve this historical legacy.

Those who recklessly pry into the secrets of the magic network will only meet one fate.

Don the golden mask, receive the baptism and redemption of the King of Gold, and become a citizen of the Golden Kingdom, or die.

Cynthia knew very well that the warning letter would not have any effect. The Golden King would not accept such a hasty result. To resolve the historical issues meant that he would eliminate future troubles and personally put an end to this turbulent plane.

If she cannot properly handle these issues within three days, the King of Gold will come in person.

That will be the end of everything.

When the bells of the Golden Kingdom ring, all living beings here will become eternal subjects of the Golden Kingdom. They will be bathed in glory, embracing the same idea and the same heart—just like the many planes ruled by the Golden King.

Every civilization that is baptized by the sound of bells will eventually follow the same path.

Tomorrow will be the day that decides everything.

After a moment's hesitation, Cynthia decided to stay in front of the mansion a little longer.

For her, time had long become a numb and vague concept.

She sat on the grass, hugging her knees. This scene had appeared in her imagination countless times. When McCa-Drin came out of the mansion, he could see the surprise she had prepared at a glance.

……

The next morning, Winter, sporting dark circles under her eyes, was summoned by Dean of Students Wapol.

She didn't sleep all night, and searched almost the entire college from top to bottom, but still couldn't find the suspect. In the morning, she even shouted at the suspect in a fit of anger.

What? You dare to shoot an arrow, but you don't dare to come out and confront me?

Professor Wapol slept exceptionally well last night. Ethan's arrival has changed the stagnant state of the academy, and the academy is now thriving!
However, he was dealt a heavy blow early this morning. Mrs. Judy reported that someone had broken into the mansion in the middle of the night and stolen a letter written by the first dean. What's worse, they printed hundreds of copies of the letter and posted them all over the college. The student dormitories were the hardest hit, with almost every door having a letter posted on it.

By the time Mrs. Judy found out, it was too late.

The unrequited love between the first Dean, Mekka Delin, and the Huntress, Cynthia, has become the hottest topic today, with students spreading the word throughout the campus.

These people are so disrespectful to the first dean!

"Mrs. Judy has been taken to the infirmary; her face has never been so red."

Professor Wapol emphasized the seriousness of the matter to Winter, skipping the investigation and evidence-gathering process altogether.

There are very few elemental sculptors who can sneak into the first dean's mansion and steal the letter without anyone noticing, and among them, who else would be so bored as to print out a hundred copies of the letter and post them on the door of every student dormitory?

"Winter, I thought you had repented!"

Professor Wapol was devastated, as it proved once again that whenever they let their guard down against Winter, she would pull off a shocking move.

Allowing students to freely discuss the first dean's love life was, even for Winter, going too far.

"what are you saying?"

Winter, who had been unjustly blamed, looked displeased. She had been searching all night but hadn't found the person who had smashed her window with a brick, and she was already quite annoyed.

"See for yourself!"

Even his ability to play dumb hasn't diminished from back then!

Professor Wapol, his face ashen, pushed one of the "samples" in front of Winter. This "Dark Lord" had not only printed the first Dean's handwritten letter, but had also done a certain degree of artistic embellishment. He really didn't know when Winter had become a literary master, able to evoke endless imagination in people with just a few lines of text.

Students have already begun to fabricate a poignant love story between the first dean and the goddess of the hunt.

Winter took a closer look.

It was written by JK Forest. There were still traces of electricity on the paper, so it seems that their friend Lao Mu stayed up all night to finish the manuscript last night.

She suddenly understood everything.

"Now that things have come to this, what excuses do you still have?"

"I did it, so what?"

Winter proudly puffed out its chest.

Professor Wapol's face turned visibly red, making his head look like a hard-boiled egg.

But he wasn't the only one who became famous.

Someone knocked on Ethan's door. As soon as Ethan opened it, an arrow made of gold was almost shoved into his mouth. This time, however, the person no longer concealed their identity but transformed into a berserker, using the bow and arrow as a melee weapon.

A smiling golden mask concealed her face, making it impossible to discern her expression.

The greeting on the arrow feathers explained her purpose.

"Are you out of your mind???"

The five question marks express her feelings when she wrote this.

(End of this chapter)