Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 951 - 206: The Path to Redemption Lies Within

"Mary has grown up too."

Ethan was filled with emotion.

The first time he met Mary was in an anomalous contaminated zone, where she was just a little girl whose limbs froze in terror and eyes glazed over at the sight of a bench turning into a bug.

"Anyone would grow up fighting the Evil God for a lifetime."

Lindong, sitting beside him, spoke, although her attention wasn't on Carlo in the "birdcage", nor did she spare Mary a glance, "What's with your outfit?"

Upon hearing this, Ethan adjusted his clothes and tie.

He rarely dressed so formally, as this outfit was easy to soil, inconvenient for adventurers on the road, and offered almost no defense; in a game, it would be the kind of item priced at tens of Golden Lions in major cities that no player would ever buy.

But today was different.

"I'll be appearing as a witness soon. It's not good to dress sloppily."

"Turn your head so I can see."

"Hmm?"

Lindong raised her hand to brush Ethan's bangs to the side, giving him "senior leader" style instructions on his new attire, "Looks good, love to see it, wear it more often."

Such a handsome guy, yet he used to always neglect dressing up.

This is the impression the Imperial People have of high-level Elemental Shapers and Magicians, dressed in exquisite formal wear attending various noble banquets, often spending half a Golden Lion to have the best tailor in the Imperial Capital make them a suit to leave a deep impression on the court's high-ranking nobles.

But most of the time, Ethan's dress style was so casual it seemed like he had just finished registering at the Adventurer's Guild like a rookie.

Lindong adjusted Ethan's collar again, positioning the tie perfectly.

"What's so great about that?"

Of course, not everyone was satisfied with Ethan's attire. Little Dark pouted, critiquing his outfit and conversation with Lindong, "I think a heavy metal armor is better."

Jet-black metal armor, with a helmet covering the whole face and only the eyes exposed, like a Demon King, this is the true mark of strength.

In a game she recently saw in a "dream", the real end bosses were almost all armored.

"Not strong enough, the way you're dressed now is like some weakling mowed down by environmental magic during a calamity,"

Little Dark's comments were straightforward, reflecting her identity as someone who valued strength above all.

She sharply pointed out that Lindong's praise as Ethan's XP party wasn't objective, because in Lindong's eyes, Ethan looked good in anything, even when he was wearing nothing at all.

The commotion from below interrupted the dispute between Lindong and Little Dark over fashion sense.

The leaders of the sects let out a series of exclamations, despite having mentally prepared for the appearance of bodies at the trial, they couldn't help but cry out when they saw a massive three-headed serpent burst through the floor of the hall, pressing in with an overwhelming presence.

No one expected the first witness to be this heavyweight.

They found it hard to imagine how atrocious Carlo must have been in the past to make a three-headed snake specifically come to accuse him of his crimes.

The sect leaders speculated wildly, suspecting that Carlo might have assaulted a magical creature in his younger years.

Their suspicions were understandable, although the Life Divine Teachings had extremely strict commandments, very few adhered to them. The clergy's reputation in other sects had long been ruined, with tales of their bizarre interests in young boys or even goats.

In a sense, such people were even more terrifying than the Evil God's followers. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

When the three-headed snake reached the witness stand, it suddenly opened its massive maw, and in an instant, a bloody storm swept across the witness stand, killing all doubts about Carlo.

Then something even more bizarre happened in their eyes.

They distinctly saw people walking out of the three-headed serpent's mouth.

Not just one person, either.

Wearing miner uniforms, although their bodies were soaked in the mucus secreted by the serpent's mouth, their determination was unaffected as they ascended the witness stand.

"We are... we were miners from the Saint's Remains Mine!"

The lead miner wiped his face, never in his dreams imagining he would have a day where he could accuse Pope Carlo. For this reason, they had to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, "I, Edward, officially accuse Pope Carlo of secretly colluding with the Border Administration Bureau for years, using his power for personal gain, shielding their embezzlement of the saint's remains, and falsely accusing innocent miners of the crimes."

The captain's powerful accusation left the sect leaders looking at each other.

Compared to the visual impact of being accused by a three-headed serpent, the group's force seemed indeed weaker.

On the witness stand, they revealed all the dealings between the Church Court and the Border Administration Bureau that they had witnessed over the years. This included how the Court and the Mine Management Bureau officials orchestrated a landslide to kill the righteous people who wanted to expose them and how they ruthlessly beat an elderly mother to death and openly executed the family's only bloodline.

Instead, they were recklessly branded as traitors, Evil God's followers.

The miners' accusations lasted for a quarter of an hour, as they recounted their experiences in the border city, detailing how since Carlo took office, through the "Salvation Contribution Points" and various measures, he transformed a peaceful and prosperous city into the desolate place it is today, where everyone feared for their lives, stripping the people of livelihood.