Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 971 - 214: Welcome to the City of Freedom

On this day, Ethan encountered the bravest person he had ever known—the old innkeeper lady whose name he didn't even have time to ask.

She gathered just three people, and despite being outnumbered, she fearlessly and courageously launched a challenge against them, even boasting that she would personally send them on their way.

In response to this...

Ethan felt nothing but deep helplessness.

This could be gleaned from the expressions of Little Dark and the fiercely combative Wind Element Girl. When the old lady's face changed, announcing her intent to send them on their way, Little Dark (in her black cat form) merely twitched her ears, not even bothering to lift her head, while the Wind Element Girl continued flipping through the Holy Scripture she had stolen from the Crown of Dawn Cathedral, maintaining the pretense of a literary girl she usually upheld.

Not long ago, when faced with Mary's question, this green-haired girl had claimed the Church's Holy Scripture as her own with the phrase, "How can the actions of a scholar be called theft?"

The atmosphere in the inn's room became somewhat silent, awkwardness silently spread between the confronting parties, a strange vibe that even made the old lady's heart drum a little as she asked, "Why aren't you drinking yet? Once you've drunk, you can be on your way."

At least, the innkeeper and these few monsters had some kindness, acknowledging that people should finish their last meal before action is taken. From a different perspective, this bowl of chicken soup might indeed be the highest level of hospitality that a small shop in the Lower City could offer, used as a literal deal in exchange for the lives of a few outsiders, clearly priced, fair to both kids and the old.

Alright, Ethan couldn't keep fabricating anymore.

He tried to find some redeeming qualities in these uninvited guests but didn't progress very smoothly.

Because this obviously involves strong-arming sales—did those foreigners who drank the chicken soup really want to disappear?

"Let me ask you this, don't you recognize her?"

Ethan retreated behind Mary, spread his hands towards her, and with a gesture as if introducing the year's best actress of the Eternal Theater, he directed the innkeeper and others' gaze to this former Life Divine Teachings Saint.

Their group wasn't well-known in the Far West, it was normal not to recognize them, but here was Mary's home turf. These people seemed to lack some respect for our Church Saintess.

"Who is she? Why should I know her?"

The innkeeper furrowed her brow, suspecting this might be Ethan stalling for time or a way to beg for mercy.

Identity ceased to matter once inside her shop. All she saw were a few delicate and frail young girls, and a big bird groomed to a shiny coat, these were all top-notch ingredients, the only one seeming to have any ability to resist being Ethan, a decent young man.

She originally planned to observe for a day, but not long ago caught Ethan chatting familiarly with the security team, realizing these people couldn't stay any longer.

Moreover, if they really had connections with the Upper City nobles, letting them go would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountain.

The residents of the Lower City had long witnessed the faces of the nobles, just like Heriot, nothing from their mouths was trustworthy.

"I must declare upfront, although I have a good temper, my friend here has quite a fiery one. I suggest you retreat before things turn ugly, and we can even forego this bowl of chicken soup, pretending you never came."

Ethan was earnest in his sincerity.

If Mary got upset, it would do no good for anyone present.

They simply didn't understand the terror of Mary; Pope Carlo had his legs broken by her just for saying a few unpleasant words on the defendant's bench.

"Wait a second, I think I've seen her before!"

A sharp-toothed citizen behind the old lady spoke human language, making it easy to deduce that he retained human cognitive abilities.

Ethan's heart warmed.

Luckily, a clear-headed one was here who could prevent a tragedy.

So he didn't step forward, letting the sharp-toothed citizen go downstairs, and shortly after he returned with a newspaper, pointing at Mary and gesturing to the old lady for quite some time.

The old lady indeed displayed a look of shock, and just when Ethan thought things might resolve peacefully, she suddenly let out an inhuman laugh.

"Ave-Margaret!"

This time, she didn't wait for everyone to finish the chicken soup but led the sharp-toothed citizens behind her in charging at Mary first, her eyes bloodshot as she scolded, "May all you wielders of power die a miserable death!"

.........

"Stone Lung Cough, this illness isn't considered a rare disease, continuous low fever, throat swelling, and pain. Without timely treatment, the cough worsens, and many people at the terminal stage feel like they are coughing their lungs out. Even the lowest-ranking Priest of the Church Court can prepare a treatment potion, and it should be sold in every city's church."

Ethan listened to Mary's explanation, and from a modern perspective, this was basically seasonal flu. Yet for the impoverished residents of the Lower City, the strong ones toughed it out, while those who couldn't eventually developed pneumonia.

Mary was an expert in healing and saving lives, and her words held absolute authority.

But as she spoke, her face grew darker as if ready to draw the Wind Element Sword and unleash it upon the entire Lower City.

Ethan could understand Mary's feelings.

As the Saint of Life Divine Teachings, being mistaken as a head of state from another nation in her own territory thoroughly shattered her dignity in front of her friends. Although the innkeeper's sharp-toothed citizens couldn't inflict the slightest physical harm on Mary, they caused her real psychological distress.