Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 917 - 191: A Blush Outshines a Thousand Words

Regardless, Bishop Solari brilliantly completed his mission.

With a local acting as a guide, Ethan was spared a lot of trouble on this journey; however, when the group finally reached the foot of the ruins, Ethan felt a sense of unease instead.

It turned out Old Ba wasn't lying; Mary indeed had a fiery temper. The moment their "vanguard" Solari saw Mary, he got kicked out of the ruins with a single comment that rubbed her the wrong way, and they couldn't find a way back.

Perhaps this was because Mary still held back, considering Solari was also a believer of the Goddess of Life.

"Charge, Senzi, this isn't like you!"

Little Dark instigated Ethan from the side.

Bazatous curiously observed Ethan; this was a perfect opportunity for him to learn how to interact with humans. The next lesson was about dealing with people who held grudges against him, which was a blind spot in Bazatous's knowledge, as none of the humans he had encountered so far dared to harbor resentment towards him.

Even the followers of the True God, those veterans who participated in the Dark Ages, once faced with Him, all their emotions would be completely twisted.

"Do you think I'd be scared?"

Ethan said with a feigned toughness.

"Stop pretending, Senzi."

Little Dark wasn't buying it at all. She moved next to Ethan and flicked his calf with her tail, as friends often do to mock each other's weaknesses, "Who are we kidding? Like I don't know what you're thinking?"

"That was then, this is now."

Ethan refused to admit, "I've been completely transformed."

He wouldn't let Solari get injured for nothing. While the bishop's old waist was nearly unable to straighten after Mary's kick, Ethan wasn't idle. After a few days of brief stopover in the Far West, he came up with a perfect rhetoric.

"Little Dark, watch closely, I'll demonstrate just once for you."

With these thoughts, Ethan confidently followed the trail of energy fluctuations, step by step toward the altar at the mountaintop, undeterred by the energy spreading through the forest. When the group following him passed the end of the mountain path, they reached the edge of the vegetation and finally saw the figure standing amid the sea of flowers.

But the encounter was beyond everyone's expectations.

There was no excitement of a long separation reunion; on the altar, waiting for Ethan, Mary wore a gloomy expression, squinting her left eye and gritting her teeth, much like a delinquent girl... splitting the stone platform beside her into pieces with a single palm. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

What power!

Ethan was stunned by the scene, his confidence diminishing by sixty percent.

"This, this doesn't seem right..."

He softly consulted Bazatous, "Isn't Mary supposed to be a Priest?"

It's widely known that like Elemental Shapers, Priests leave an impression of being weak in physique as Transcendents, yet Mary's physical attacking ability was outstanding, utterly contrary to her frail appearance.

Mary's appearance bore a ninety percent resemblance to Ave, the only difference being that her hair was a bit shorter, barely reaching her earlobes.

Now, Ethan understood that Mary must have held back earlier; if she had used her full strength, Bishop Solari might have spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

Bazatous explained, "She's a combat member of the Church Court."

"What's a combat profession?"

In Ethan's stereotype, believers of the Life Divine Teachings fought similarly to most Magicians and Elemental Shapers, all wielding a staff and reciting spells, only differing in the spell effects by doctrine.

"There's also a faction among them that fights with hammers. I remember someone once referred to her as a 'Valkyrie,' and her combat style involves summoning light-forged weapons with spells to smash enemies' heads."

This stirred up fond memories for Bazatous.

He fondly remembered Mary's heroic presence on the battlefield. She was different from those sissies who only hid behind the Knights' shields; in almost every battle, she charged faster than the Knights. More importantly, Mary had a fine artistic talent, and those flesh constructs smashed to pieces by her summoned light-forged weapons seemed to give off an artistic vibe.

"It's just a pity that since then, the development direction of the Life Divine Teachings has gone astray, with fewer brave and decisive people like Mary, and more sissies hiding in the back to cast spells."

As a fellow spellcasting professional, Ethan felt challenged.

He thought it was merely a difference in combat style, having nothing to do with being macho or sissy.

Their mutual gaze seemed to last a century, and many expressions crossed Mary's face, from initial shock to embarrassment reaching the roots of her neck.

Ethan realized Mary easily blushed, regardless if she was shy or angry, and it always manifested as a blush.

Her throat moved a few times, and she anxiously explained to Ethan, "This... this stone isn't hard at all, it's no different from wood."

"Uh..."

"If you don't believe me, try it yourself!"

Mary easily picked up a stone more than half a meter long, speedily running up to Ethan, and released it from her hand, the stone plummeting onto the ground.

Now it was Ethan's turn to blush.

This was the third kind of emotion, apart from shyness and anger.

The main reason being the stone fell onto his foot.

As a "weak-bodied" spellcasting profession, this unexpected incident dealt 99 points of damage to him, nearly knocking him unconscious.