Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 913 - 189: Hello, Miss Mine (Part 2)

"Old Ba, how many people can fit inside Miss Mine?"

Ethan rested his left hand on his chin, noting the convenience of Miss Mine.

On their upcoming journey, they could invite those mistreated by Life Divine Teachings, deemed fodder by Pope Carlo, to reside within Miss Mine’s body. At a crucial moment in the future, they could unleash these people collectively for an unprecedented lawsuit in the Far West.

Ethan believed that during the future confrontation between Mary, Solaris, and Pope Carlo, they would need support from the masses.

"Theoretically, it’s limitless."

Bazatous began a demonstration in front of the group. He grabbed his own satchel and handed it to Miss Mine. This time, the right head swelled up, just as it did with the miners’ representatives, swallowing the bulging satchel whole.

"The right head is specifically for storing luggage."

"And what about the left head?"

"For eating and attacking."

This is the essential underlying logic of Bazatous’s art. In battle, Miss Mine can employ two modes of spray attack: "blood mist" and "blood water." Any target tainted by these will transform within seconds.

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While Bazatous and Ethan were discussing the "settings" of Miss Mine, the director of the Border Administration Bureau and the governor of the Kingdom Army were making their way to the Saint’s Remains Mine.

Upon hearing reports from their subordinates, they, like Ethan, almost blurted out the same question, "What do you mean the mine disappeared?"

They could understand riots, collapses, and other incidents, but "the entire mine suddenly disappearing" seemed to defy logic.

It was like a cold bucket of water poured over the director’s head.

It was supposed to be a day worth celebrating for him; he had excellently completed Pope Carlo’s task, with the border city at its core, the assassination report on Solaris was spreading and fermenting within and outside the Far West, with the emblem from the Margaret Clan found on-site becoming crucial.

He didn’t know where Carlo had obtained this emblem, but it was enough to make Ave-Margaret, far away at the center of the Empire, frantic. Nearly a day had passed, and the young Prime Minister still couldn’t publicly explain why a family emblem appeared at the scene of Bishop Solari’s murder.

This was exactly the effect Pope Carlo desired. The director spent the entire afternoon lounging on the couch in the administration office, unable to contain his upturned lips, imagining how satisfied the Pope would be with them this time.

Solaris’s death also had direct benefits for them. From then on, he no longer had to worry about this Ascetic unexpectedly causing trouble for them one day.

Gaining more profit and more benefits.

No matter what plans Pope Carlo had for the future, he would gather enough wealth before then, enough to leave the Far West at any time and go wherever he wanted, enjoying a carefree second half of life. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The director was lost in the wonderful planning for his later life until an anxious subordinate burst into the office with bizarre news.

——"Director, the mine is gone!"

And now, he had arrived at the Saint’s Remains Mine.

Utterly against logic, inexplicable events unfolded before their eyes. The lantern he held illuminated the scene ahead, and the empty expanse made his hair stand on end; the fear of the unknown crawled up his spine.

The mine had indeed vanished.

What appeared before them was just a barren deep pit, and even the buildings laid out by the Church Court around the mine had disappeared without a trace.

No shadow remained; no one knew what had occurred here. Even the miners’ disappearance was only noticed when they came for routine payment collection.

This made the director’s hands and feet ice-cold.

The people at the mine promised him that if he could deal with the fool attacking the border station, the mine would pay him a generous reward.

But now, even the overseer who had liaised with him vanished along with the mine.

Misfortune came one after another.

Shortly after he arrived at the vanished mine, an anxious subordinate rushed over with another bizarre piece of news.

——"Director, it’s bad, the fool who attacked the border station was eaten by a snake!"

What do you mean eaten by a snake?

Too many events occurred that day, exceeding his scope of understanding.

Subordinates reported they witnessed a strange snake with three heads sneak into the fool’s cell. Who could have imagined that the seemingly palm-sized, harmless three-headed snake swelled its middle head large enough to swallow him whole?

Before the guards rushed forward, the three-headed snake slipped into the pipe and vanished.

"This must be reported to the Pope..."

The director said, his face pale; this matter had already exceeded his control, especially the disappearance of the mine which held important strategic significance to the Church!

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By evening, Pope Carlo had completed his busy day.

Once the news of Bishop Solari’s assassination hit the newspapers, he started his new round of speeches.