Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 852 - 165: Let’s Burn This City to Ashes

Beauty? Art?

This person is probably truly mad.

On the fifth level, those who have faced the true face of the Thousand-faced Witch, even the prison guards, have all had their necks twisted by her. For normal people, to have feelings of offense upon seeing that face is only natural, just like the two prisoners whose necks were twisted before, they could lie with their mouths but couldn't deceive their own hearts.

For this reason, the Thousand-faced Witch prepared many masks for herself, always concealing her true face beneath them.

A woman who cares immensely about her appearance, yet possesses a face she herself abhors. Every time she faces the mirror, she endures torment. But everyone who has heard the story of the Thousand-faced Witch will not sympathize with this villainous woman who stabbed her brother in the back and slaughtered her clansmen.

Driven by jealousy, she stole the "fire seed" and because of that same jealousy, her face became hideous. It is said that before her failed fusion, Antina Baroque was a renowned beauty in the Imperial Capital, with countless suitors. All of this was her own doing.

Even the prison guards working on the fifth level, very few truly respect the Thousand-faced Witch.

And now, six months after the reign of Henry III, the first true "warrior" has appeared.

Even the Thousand-faced Witch herself fell silent.

Some curious prison guards opened their eyes, but upon meeting that hideous face, they immediately shut them again.

Yet they still saw the actions and demeanor of that strong man, his gaze never left the Thousand-faced Witch, bearing the look of one admiring an artwork. His hands were placed across his chest, utterly immersed in this "true art."

What sent chills down the prison guards' spines was that the strong man did not have his neck twisted, meaning that his previous words were genuinely heartfelt—this was truly terrifying, completely beyond the prison guards' comprehension.

"What... is your name."

The smiling mask was once again donned on the face of the Thousand-faced Witch, her emotions stabilized from the brink of a breakdown, and even her speech turned much softer than its usual mockery. "Lance, is a swordsman!"

The strong man said boldly.

Hearing the strong man's self-introduction, the younger prison guards were all taken aback.

Members of the Hero Squad, "the strongest man in the empire," they had all heard of Lance's name, but they usually could only see this legendary figure in the newspapers. Yet even so, at the first glance when Lance was brought to the fifth level, they should have recognized him.

However, it was quite the opposite. Not until Lance voluntarily reported his own name did they connect the man with the "strongest man in the empire," and even now they could only draw the conclusion "body fits," "appearance somewhat resembles."

This is really strange.

Logically, Lance should be someone as recognizable at a glance as the Holy Mage Ilya walking down the street.

Thinking of this made the prison guards feel an odd sensation.

This Lance seemed a bit different from the photo, but they couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what.

Nevertheless, they were grateful for Lance stepping in; if the Thousand-faced Witch truly went berserk, the unlucky ones wouldn't be just the prisoners, each one of them could have their neck twisted by a single thought from the witch.

"I remember you."

The Thousand-faced Witch's face broke into a smile, "As a reward for your honesty, I can grant you one request."

"The cell is far too small for me, I'd like to have some fresh air."

?

The prison guards were stunned.

Do you even hear what you are saying?

Why don't you just ask the overseer to help you escape prison?

But Lance simply shook his handcuffs and shackles, "With these on my hands and feet, it's impossible for me to escape from here. I just feel that the cell is too stuffy and would like to have someone to talk to."

"This is against the rules..."

The Thousand-faced Witch suddenly changed her tone, saying, "But, as the manager of this level, should you follow the rules, I can make an exception to fulfill your request."

Except for the two unfortunate ones whose necks were twisted, all other prisoners returned safely to their cells.

Never had they wanted to return to this cell as much as they did now, and as soon as they entered, they collapsed to the ground, basking in the joy of surviving a calamity.

Temporarily freed, Lance began his activities on the fifth level, having met with the Thousand-faced Witch, he changed his plans momentarily because he unexpectedly encountered a treasure girl on this level. However, from the witch's recent questions, it seemed she lacked confidence in her appearance.

After letting Lance out of his cell, several prison guards followed him vigilantly, for "the strongest man in the empire" is quite an intimidating title. Even if he had been handcuffed and shackled as soon as he was imprisoned, they couldn't let their guard down, especially since the Prince and his retinue were in another section of the prison.

Perhaps Lance would attack the Prince, taking him as a hostage to break out.

Or perhaps he would seek other means of escape.

The prison guards were ready for a game of cat and mouse with Lance, yet none of their anticipated scenarios occurred. After leaving his cell, Lance only did one thing — he inquired the prison guards about the residence of the Thousand-faced Witch, and then requested them to provide him with a decent set of clothes.

He stood in front of the mirror tidying his appearance, with the prison guards witnessing it all from behind.