Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 950 - 206: The Path to Redemption Lies Within

"Esteemed jurors, witnesses, audience members, and the accused, please take note:"

"The Life Divine Teachings Temporary Special Court will commence in five minutes."

"Please proceed to your seats promptly, be seated in an orderly manner, and refrain from pushing or trampling others."

"Please actively assist those nearby who are seriously injured or deceased to their seats, spreading love is everyone's responsibility."

"To maintain the order of the trial, please adhere to the following guidelines:"

"Maintain silence: no shouting, no photography, please do not use mobile phones, and do not throw any objects at the accused, including rotten eggs."

"Mr. Carlo, the accused, please pay attention to your behavior, do not dismantle your 'safety belt' without permission, and refrain from assaulting the court staff."

"Please, all witnesses, prepare yourselves: kindly note, if due to health reasons you cannot attend, please ensure your appointed witness brings your remains."

"Thank you all for your cooperation, and have a wonderful day!"

The familiar announcement, bizarre and perplexing, yet the sect leaders still found their positions in the circular seating of the judicial court, these red chairs resembled theater sofas, but instead of name tags, abstract black-and-white sketches were affixed to the chair backs.

It was evident that the artist was an abstract master, capable of distorting their faces beyond recognition while allowing them to instantly identify that the portraits depicted them.

But in any case, the atmosphere in the Holy Hall was somewhat relaxed.

The three spider monsters were driven away, the frenzied Pope Carlo was firmly pinned to the defendant's seat by the vines summoned by Mary, wooden stakes formed a cage, confining him like a parrot, and the vines were extracting Carlo's magic power, as the ominous red mist dissipated, the oppressive feeling Carlo brought had lessened significantly.

Yet Carlo did not give up.

He glared fiercely, causing the birdcage to creak, futilely releasing magic power outward.

No wonder the mysterious announcer warned Carlo against assaulting court personnel.

A trial, a peculiar bird-watching event, thinking this way, the sect leaders' taut nerves finally relaxed—since even Saint Mary appeared, it meant they should be completely relieved, right?

Looking on the bright side, since the Life Divine Teachings established a judicial court with Saint Mary personally judging the heinous Carlo, it indicated that the church was not entirely corrupt, the tyrannical rule and abandonment of faith in the past years were viewed as Carlo's personal actions.

Only, it's a pity the announcer seemed to foresee everything, blocking their path to throw rotten eggs at Carlo.

This was the only aspect they deemed unscientific—according to the laws of the empire or the Far West, which villain paraded around could escape the punishment of rotten eggs?

Rotten eggs symbolized people's opinions of him and were the best outlet for their emotions.

Someone in the front row already expressed their opinion to Judge Veronica, and even suggested setting up a rotten egg sales booth outside the court for future trials, the stinkier the egg, the better, in cases like Carlo's, they were even willing to pay an exorbitant price of 20 gold lions for a rotten egg.

Of course, some raised questions about other guidelines:

"What does 'health reasons' mean? Can corpses truly testify in court?"

His query quickly received a response from someone nearby, who said nothing but pointed to the bag on the empty seat neighboring Veronica, inside were two rounded heads.

The questioner was immediately silenced.

It was apparent these two witnesses had severe health issues, reduced to mere heads attending court to testify.

Ethan sat in the last row, under the influence of the concealment magic, no one particularly noticed the situation in the last row, for this trial to proceed smoothly, each and every backstage worker contributed greatly, these abstract art sketches were completed by Miss Keroy, her claws were not adept at holding a pen, yet she had given her utmost effort.

Little Dark and Old Ba were involved in the courtroom setup.

The theater surrounded by red tones made it look like an end-of-century trial.

Ethan unexpectedly discovered another talent of Little Dark—she possessed an innate flair for interior design, her ability with the black hole was skillfully utilized to redecorate the Holy Hall, she could, like in a game with a creator's mode enabled, use a god-like perspective to examine this decrepit building, ensuring each piece of furniture and accessory was placed in the appropriate spot.

Before the sect leaders realized, the Holy Hall transformed into a function hall in the blink of an eye.

Once this trial concluded, the church could even use this hall for commercial performances.

The shattered statue of the Goddess and the darkly themed small touches exactly matched the church's publicity for 'Doomsday,' with proper management, the Praise Sanctuary, abandoned for centuries, might revitalize and become one of the famous venues for performances in the Far West.

The trial had already begun, Mary sat at the main judge's seat, resting her chin on her left hand.

Indeed, she was worthy of being the former Church Saintess, her slightly languid posture reflected her confidence in her own strength, even an inadvertent glance could convey this strong belief to everyone present, giving the feeling of 'no matter who the enemy is, it doesn't matter, because the Saintess is here' security.