Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 839 - 160: Pizza Delivery to Your Door

The empire's Chancellor has finally been exposed.

And since Ethan had several private interactions with the Chancellor recently, the royal family naturally identified him as a remnant of the Violet Commune. However, the arrival of the old lady did address his curiosity about why Balmon didn't have the signature hair tuft — it appears now that Balmon wasn't a legitimate member of the Margaret Family.

"Surrender, rogue!"

The Forbidden Guard shouted.

Since that dramatic upheaval, the Violet Commune became a taboo term in the Imperial Capital, and the remnants that should have been eradicated during Henry V's era have come back to life once again today.

"Understood!"

Ethan said, glancing at the hunched old lady and her right hand hidden behind her back.

It seems the old lady isn't completely senile, as this time, what appeared between her fingers wasn't dough but five small, intricate silver blades.

"Since you've discovered us, there's no point in hiding anymore."

Ethan stood up and picked up the dough that hadn't yet fully formed in the transparent container.

As a remnant of the Violet Commune, there's no way he'd surrender easily. Anyone in such a predicament would fight tooth and nail against the Forbidden Guard that came to capture him.

Moreover, he just learned the lifelong secret skills of an Assassin Master from this old lady.

Seeing Ethan's actions, the Forbidden Guard also prepared for battle. Although they wore uniform armor, their combat stances varied distinctly based on their occupations.

Sword, dagger, magic staff, bow and arrow...

In an instant, their attacks turned into streams of light from all directions, assaulting Ethan.

"Ultimate Move..."

Ethan didn't retreat but instead, charged straight at everyone, "Pizza delivery at your door!"

As the flour bag burst open, a white powder spread through the room like flower petals scattered by a goddess. The old lady, poised to strike, was momentarily stunned. After the muffled sound, the room fell silent, and all attacks vanished without a trace. She retreated to a corner of the room, cautiously watching the front.

The "Margaret Pizza" lesson earlier was naturally a spur-of-the-moment decision.

She sensed the approaching crowd, and the glass container and flour were tricks to confuse the intruders, focusing all their attention on Ethan so she could launch an ambush at the right moment, creating a chance for Ethan to escape.

She had experienced a similar scenario; the master entrusted the family's last bloodline to her and resolutely led people into the Royal City.

But compared to that time, she's older, and her skills have waned due to a lack of training. In her current state, she's probably no longer capable of escaping from the Forbidden Guard and the Imperial Army's entrapment as she once did.

Thus, the moment she came to meet Ethan, she had prepared herself to die in battle.

Even if it meant using herself as a decoy, she intended to create a path for Ethan to escape.

As the master said, as long as someone inherits their will, the Violet Commune will not perish. She had been secretly observing Ethan these days and understood the young master's attitude towards this peer.

This is the "hope" the master mentioned.

And now, it's her turn to pave the way for this newfound hope.

"Senzi, you're clever."

This time, her words were clear. The flour in the air was an opportunity created by Ethan, "Leave this to me. Run outside the Royal City, don't look back. Lance has already gathered some people. Find him and rescue the young master!"

Finally, she sensed Ethan's position in the swirling flour and deliberately spoke towards the other end to confuse the Forbidden Guard, wanting them to also recognize her as a remnant of the Violet Commune.

When deprived of vision, people rely on hearing.

The previous words would undoubtedly make her the target of the Forbidden Guard's assault.

"What are you waiting for? Don't worry about me; this place is like my backyard to me, I will naturally lose them!" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The old lady's heart raced with urgency, but Ethan did not heed her advice, and more mysteriously, she could no longer sense anyone else's presence.

Finally, Ethan's voice broke the uneasy atmosphere.

"Don't worry, I've taken care of the guests in the store."

The old lady was stunned.

It seemed that this was the most reassuring voice she had heard. It sounded like a coded message, implying he had already dealt with all the assailants, but...

When did it happen?

She had only heard a muffled sound, and then there was silence.

She could only wait patiently in place until the white dust cleared, first seeing Ethan standing between her and the Forbidden Guard, his figure seemingly grown countless times larger, and before him were the sprawled, disorderly Forbidden Guards — this was undoubtedly the most bizarre manner of death she had ever witnessed.

Each of their faces was covered with flattened dough, appearing to have suffocated.

"Thanks to you, my magic has advanced another step."

Ethan's voice was low.

The old lady's heart trembled as she realized in a daze that she actually knew nothing about Ethan and the white-haired girl's background, not their origins, nor their identities.

But upon reflection, would anyone daring enough to break into the Royal City and confront the Forbidden Guard be ordinary, defenseless people?