Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 840 - 160: Pizza Delivery, Part 2

But what about the magic Ethan mentioned just now?

And what does it have to do with the dough?

She was clearly using deceptive words to confuse the Forbidden Guards. Even a three-year-old in Gear City knew that Margaret's signature pizza wasn't for hitting people.

"What exactly is this..."

"My upgraded flour element is complete."

Ethan lowered his head, watching as he raised his right hand. Each word he spoke was like a heavy hammer striking the old woman's heart, "As you can see, I am an Elemental Shaper."

An Elemental Shaper?

Judging by the name, it seemed to be one of the branches in the Magic Master profession. When she was young, she had dealt with many Magic Masters, knowing some were adept at battling with ice, fire, lightning, and earth. But what on earth was a flour element?

This was something Ethan had just made up, but it wasn't groundless fabrication. It was based on full scientific reasoning—just like how the rice cake fruit was initially also categorized as a natural fruit by many people when it first appeared.

After the old woman's teachings, he suddenly had the whimsical idea of "what would happen if the dough was launched like a Fireball Skill?" Hence, the scene turned out this way.

The first flour explosion was actually the result of improper operation. During the second spellcasting process, Ethan controlled the ratio of flour to water as if kneading dough, while also controlling the force of casting. Thus, he created the first-ever "Doughball Skill" in human history.

Just as the academy's first dean, McCarthy Delin, created the Fireball Skill, Ice Arrow, and other elemental shaping magic, when mankind entered the Seventh Epoch, the contemporary elemental shaping magician, Ethan, created the Doughball Skill.

This Doughball Skill seemed to come with some peculiar functions.

It seemed to be the bane of the Transcendents, capable of draining their strength, combat aura, and magic power in an instant, leaving them unable to peel the dough stuck to their faces.

As for why it had this effect, Ethan felt it warranted further research.

Their path was unimpeded; before the Forbidden Guard burst into the room, they had already sent away all the servants to prevent leaking information. As the two descended the stairs, a strong wind greeted them.

The storm brought with it a motorcycle, with a faint blue trail.

The old woman's eyes widened like bronze bells. Though she had experienced many storms, she had never seen such a bizarre sight.

"Literary girl, can I borrow your motorcycle for a moment?"

She saw Ethan speak to the green-haired girl on the motorcycle.

Where did this girl suddenly appear from?

How could she boldly ride such a conspicuous motorcycle all the way into Royal City?

This put the old woman, who often claimed that "the Royal Palace was like her backyard," in an awkward position.

Immediately after, Ethan once again initiated the Doughball Skill.

As he leaped onto the motorcycle, two seemingly freshly baked Margaret's signature pizzas appeared in his hands, "Granny, hop on! Those people must be interrogating Balmon all night, not even caring to eat dinner. Let's deliver their ordered takeout right to their doorstep."

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On the other side.

The bathing party concluded amidst a harmonious atmosphere.

Having changed clothes, Queen Elizabeth personally sent Lindong and the Third Princess out of the villa. They conversed pleasantly, though an uneasy atmosphere was quietly spreading.

The busy maids were nowhere to be seen, and the area outside the villa was deserted.

The Queen suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She was still smiling, though the meaning behind her smile was clearly menacing, "Miss Witch, could it be that you've coincidentally heard about the Violet Commune?"

Under the cover of night, shadows danced among the trees, and there seemed to be heads shifting in the depths of the shrubs.

This was a party designed to separate the two, appearing on the surface as just a mother, daughter, and the daughter's best friend, with a friend invited over, talking happily until late at night.

Lindong didn't respond because she had already guessed the Queen's intentions.

At this moment, an idiotic group that couldn't even hide its killing intent was hiding in the nearby woods.

From Lindong's silence, the Queen obtained the answer she wanted, "What a pity. Otherwise, with your talent, you should have been of great use to the Empire."

The secret of eternal youth and even immortality... witches always bring irresistible temptations to people. Although the Bloodthorn Clan could retain eternal beauty, it couldn't reverse life and death, and perhaps it's this method that infringed upon a taboo, leading to the shortened lifespan of successive Queens.

Elizabeth had heard about witch deals, which were recorded in many dark fairy tale books. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

They could always fulfill the deepest, hidden desires inside humans, but afterward, they would take what they wanted.

Elizabeth gazed lovingly at the Third Princess.

Her daughter had recently become obedient and sensible, and even her demeanor had grown much gentler. Her series of initiatives had won her good reputation among the Imperial People. However, Elizabeth knew her daughter well, especially that innate, Henry Royal Family's vile nature.

Just last night, her son had come to her, mentioning that long-lost name.

Faced with an enigmatic witch, Elizabeth naturally chose to trust her child.

"Miss Witch, I must admit, your provided story is very alluring, but now, this story should come to an end."