Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 357 in the book
The earth elemental is free. Ever since she arrived in the capital, she has never stopped digging underground. Ethan thinks that if this little yellow potato were born in Minecraft, the entire underground map would probably become a maze she dug out.

Compared to the secret passage Ethan had imagined, this passage did not look like a man-made structure. The original underground library was buried in mud, and only some broken building remains could be vaguely seen from the passage opened up by the little yellow potato. However, this was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

At least some people escaped Julius's purge.

The fat man with gold-rimmed glasses that Yellow Potato mentioned did not appear at the end of the passage. There was only a very small space there, with a table in the space and a dusty parchment book on the table.

Where's the fat guy you mentioned?

The black cat looked around, but she didn't see anyone else.

"In the book!"

The little yellow potato tilted its head back and said, "I wanted to take this book away, but I got sucked in!"

Upon hearing this, Ethan stepped forward. He opened the book, and almost immediately felt a stinging pain in his palm, as if he had been stung by a wasp. Then, deep blue light filled his vision, and when the scene before him became clear again, he found himself in front of a house.

This world is so small that it can't even be called a "plane". Its surroundings are crudely made, looking like the trial work of an amateur who has been self-studying for half a year. At first glance, what comes into view are mosaic-like flowers, plants and trees. Only the big house in front of us can still maintain the style of the real world.

The room's occupant noticed the commotion outside and could hear a woman's voice through the door, "Karl, that blonde girl is here again..."

As she spoke, the slightly hunched woman pushed open the door, carrying a bamboo mat filled with various dried fruits. After exchanging a glance with Ethan, her expression changed drastically. Trembling, she pulled an ebony wand from inside her apron and shouted sharply, "Karl, be careful, someone's coming!"

The wand signifies the woman's identity; she is not only a full-time housewife but also a former member of the Astrologers' Guild.

In the name of the God of Truth!

A weathered voice echoed from the second floor. A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses opened the window, muttering to himself as he held a book radiating a deep blue light. However, upon seeing the arrival of Winter, his hand trembled, and the book rolled to the ground. He adjusted his glasses in disbelief, and after confirming it several times, he shouted downstairs, "Are you out of your mind? That's Lady Winter!"

"An illusion!"

The woman gave a cold laugh, pointed her wand at Winter, and chanted the spell, "By Kadra, the masked shadow, reveal your true form!"

With a nimble flick of her wrist, a stark contrast to her slightly plump figure, it was clear that she was a skilled magic duelist in her youth. The ebony tip emitted a ghostly green light, transforming into a venomous snake that crashed into Winter.

Winter didn't use any counter-spells, letting the eerie green snake crash into her. With a "thud," a small, obedient ragdoll cat sat down on the ground, meowed, and skillfully climbed up Ethan's arm back to its rightful place.

"By Kadra, I have truly lost my mind!"

With a cry, the woman threw the bamboo mat filled with dried fruit onto the cabinet by the door. Without even changing her shoes, she ran to Ethan in her slippers. She tenderly picked up the white cat on Ethan's shoulder. "Oh my god, it really is you! But they all said you were ambushed by Julius! Are you alright? Hmm... your magic circuits seem very stable; that kind of spell shouldn't have affected you."

She quickly invited Ethan and the others into the house. At that moment, the fat man with gold-rimmed glasses also rushed down the stairs. He was still wearing blue striped pajamas and his hair was a little messy.

It seems like this was just an ordinary day for them.

The man's appearance differed slightly from the description of "slightly overweight" given by Winter. If viewed positively, this at least indicated that he had been living a very good life for the past three years.

"I fled to the border of the empire, and he saved me."

Winter explained.

After being seated, the woman hurriedly went into the kitchen. With a series of jingling sounds, she returned to the living room with a bread basket and some dried fruit. She instructed, "Have these to tide you over, but don't eat too much. Today's lunch is your favorite roast turkey and pan-fried sturgeon."

As she spoke, she looked at Ethan, "And you, young man, you have a heart of gold! You can't even imagine how much hope your good deeds have brought to the Empire! Oh, by the way, I haven't had a chance to ask your name yet..."

"Ethan, the clerk of the town's adventurers' guild."

"It's a great position that can broaden your horizons. I also worked at the front desk of a guild when I was younger."

"She wasn't as fat back then as she is now."

Carl smiled and joked, "She's not that old. There are quite a few people in the Astrologers' Guild who are pursuing her."

"Come on, Karl."

The woman rolled her eyes at Karl, swayed back and hummed a little tune as she walked toward the kitchen once more.

The pleasant atmosphere of the conversation instantly transported them back to three years ago. Winter transformed back into human form and explained to Ethan, "Mrs. Vince is an excellent cook and used to often invite me to their home for dinner."

Mr. Carl and Mrs. Vince were both good people. After learning about her background, they often took care of her, intentionally or unintentionally. When Winter learned that the two had survived, she was truly happy for them.

“I heard from them that Julius confiscated your house under the pretext of ‘possessing forbidden books,’ and his henchman Abaddon led a group of men to capture you and tie you and Mrs. Vince to the stake.”

Just like you.

Carl smiled and casually picked up a piece of bread, which he then devoured with butter and dried fruit. Ethan felt that his transformation from a "slightly chubby" man to the "gold-rimmed glasses" fat man described by Yellow Little Potato was inextricably linked to these magical breads.

Magic Bread is the most classic transmutation spell in the Astrologer's Guild. Although the spell itself is easy to learn, making the bread delicious requires attention to many details, precise control of magic, skillful recitation of the spell, and a bit of culinary talent.

The latter is the most difficult.

For example, although Rowena could also make magical bread, the bread she conjured was so hard that it could be used to hit people. Even Miss Chloe was unwilling to eat it. One evening, the other side took her subordinates to hunt in the North and did not return all night. She tried to use magical bread as dinner to deal with Miss Chloe. Miss Chloe took a bite of the bread and went out that night to buy her three dishes and a soup.

In response, Rowena concluded that Miss Chloe had become somewhat picky about food since arriving in the capital, and that she should reflect on her behavior.

Ethan chewed on the soft bread, enjoying the dried fruit with butter.

Mrs. Vince is very talented in cooking; she could open a popular bakery in the capital anytime she wanted.

“The church also sent you to the stake; we all witnessed the execution.”

Karl said, “But I always felt that you would never fall into the hands of the Papacy so easily, while my experience is more legendary. That night I thought I was going to die, so I decided to try to save the books in the cellar before Abaddon and his knights arrived. They were treasures that my great-great-grandfather had been trying to save since he was a grandfather!”

He deliberately kept everyone in suspense, displaying a storyteller's flair, "You absolutely won't believe what happens next! While I was organizing my collection of books, I suddenly heard the call of the God of Truth! He guided me to find that ancient book, and the moment Vince and I opened the book, we appeared in this place!"

They have been staying here for the past three years, and all the books in the cellar have been moved into this new house.

Carl believed that their family's long-standing commitment to upholding the truth must have earned the approval of the God of Truth, which was why He had extended a helping hand to them in their time of crisis.

Here they have all the necessities they need, and they are far removed from politics. It is even more comfortable than life in the capital, and his extra thirty pounds are the best proof of that.

“That child who always buries her body in the ground must be an earth elemental spirit. I didn’t expect her to bring you here… Logically speaking, we shouldn’t be able to see the appearance of elemental spirits. Something must have happened outside.”

At this point, Karl's expression became more serious. "Now that you've returned to the capital, are you planning to rebuild the Violet Commune and launch a counterattack against Julius? Vince and I may be old and fat, but don't underestimate us. After all, we are fourth-tier superhumans, and we can definitely help you."

Julius is dead.

A sudden silence fell over the table. Karl stopped chewing, froze, and after a long while, asked incredulously, "Dead?"

"And his accomplices, Prince Freeman, the iron-fisted judge of the court... a lot has happened in the past year."

"Good, very good, excellent!"

Carl slammed his hand on the table in excitement and yelled into the kitchen, "Honey, that bastard Julius is finally dead!"

"Really?" A head immediately popped out from the kitchen doorway. "How did he die?"

Winter didn't reply, but instead smiled and looked at Ethan.

She decided to leave the opportunity to introduce the meritorious deeds to Ethan himself, who kept his promise and dragged Julius and his cronies into the street, where he executed them using his most common methods.

The wailing curses were turned into tunes by the bards of the capital and sung in taverns throughout the empire.

All eyes were immediately drawn to Ethan, even the black cat stared at him curiously.

"This is a bit complicated to explain. Simply put, Mr. Julius failed the fire resistance test."

Ethan explained, "It's a pity he didn't become the Empire's most durable king."

(End of this chapter)