Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 786 - 134: Beware of Air Disasters!

The banquet continued, Ethan holding a goblet approached the corner, silently listening to the conversation between the nobles and the wealthy merchants. This was the primary way to gather information in a foreign world, primitive yet outdated.

Unfortunately, this was the downside to having no network.

In modern society, even in fabricated cities like the City of Truth or the refuge, there would always be heroes who stand out online. Such as the "Skinners" with their cruel means, the antisocial psychopath would have their underwear pulled off and exposed online the day after they execute a victim.

Ethan always felt that information blockages were one of the main reasons feudal dynasties could maintain themselves. Even in today's empire, places like Ximu Town, an "advanced town" on the frontier, would lag behind news by about a month, often full of randomness.

Another day of missing the network.

Little Dark, too, missed the network, having appropriated Ethan's tablet for herself. Yet after completing the space warp, the tablet had honorably finished its mission. Even if the charging issue was reluctantly resolved, almost all the apps had lost their functions. After experiencing the convenience and fun of the network, it became difficult to endure the backwardness of this era.

Take now, for example, Little Dark couldn't comfortably lie in her room, under a quilt, browsing videos. She had to venture to the ship's deck to find some fun, and this bland life had to persist for two days and two nights.

For this reason, Ethan's black cat became a proactive promoter of the empire's internet development. Recently, when idle at home, the black cat, in the role of an enthusiastic citizen, wrote several suggestion letters to the new cabinet hoping to strengthen cooperation with the residents of the refuge and promote network development.

"So bored!"

Having disguised as a feline noble for nearly half an hour, the black cat couldn't help but complain. She was so bored that she leaped onto Ethan's desk, sampling the champagne as though a cat licking milk.

After tried attempts, she couldn't help but admire Lindong.

Lindong could maintain her cold demeanor for most of the day, definitely skillful, and according to hearsay, her noble cold image was not cultivated overnight. Lindong used to be a mischievous child during school, capable of infuriating professors into the intensive care unit.

Little Dark found it hard to imagine what kind of experience transformed Lindong into today's appearance.

Yet the nobility aboard this airship left her dissatisfied, each appearing too well-behaved.

The Silver Radiance Empire's nobility has decayed to the root, an open secret. Given this, why haven't the classic cannon fodder from short videos and novels appeared? Why did Ethan sit in the corner for so long without a single arrogant noble coming to find trouble?

Instead, after conversing with Ethan, the nobles on the airship regarded him with reverence, seemingly accepting him as part of the noble crew.

What good are you!

Who could fill in for the acrobatics soared performance she wished to see?

Little Dark thought that Baron Fulin did this quite well, worthy of being rated as a Silver Grey Empire's outstanding noble. When it's time to stir up trouble, he stirs it up; when it's time to drop dead, he drops dead, never dragging his feet. Eventually, everyone got what they wanted.

The black cat raised her head, those beautiful heterochromatic eyes shiftily roaming.

After a while, she spoke, "Senzi!"

Senzi?

This strange name made Ethan stare blankly for quite a while.

But then again, the internet is a double-edged sword, especially for those like Little Dark, whose mind is still immature and yet mischievous by nature, bound for endless trouble.

"Why don't we deliberately go looking for some trouble!"

The black cat suggested, "Look at that person over there, speaking particularly loudly. Why don't we walk over, and you pretend to accidentally spill wine on him? I've been observing him for a long time; those strong men are his followers. If you do this, they certainly won't spare you."

"What on earth are you thinking!"

Ethan picked the black cat up from the table, making her sit upright, rubbing at her plump cheeks. This punitive action seemed ineffective; instead, it made Little Dark squint in comfort, wearing a face of enjoyment.

"Not allowed?"

"Not allowed!"

"Then... Senzi, can you perform a backflip for me?"

"Alright!"

Ethan was amused by this black cat. He agreed immediately, tossing her into the air before Little Dark realized. Feline instinct had her twist mid-air, completing a 180-degree flip and landing beautifully back on the table.

Upon seeing this, applause spontaneously erupted from the crowd around.

Regardless, the scene Little Dark anticipated did not occur. She didn't get to enjoy the "raining nobles from the sky" performance on the airship's first night, maybe because the nobles and merchants subconsciously believed this journey lacked plebeians, so the atmosphere between people was instead extremely harmonious.

But Little Dark didn't give up; she considered her greatest virtue to be persistence.

Back when Ethan suddenly vanished, she never gave up searching for his whereabouts, and now it's the same. Returning to the cabin, she commenced her new plan — she intended to curse!

By common story trope, ships and airships are high-risk transportation means; under attack is status quo. In the sea, you encounter sea monsters, and in the sky, sooner or later, sky dominators descend upon you. She now urgently needed a malicious dragon friend to, in the quiet of the night, breathe fire onto their airship.