Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 885 - 178: Dangerous Magic Potion

Ethan felt that this interview and investigation did not go well.

According to Old Ba, the reason Mary caught His attention was due to her contrasting fiery temperament. If categorized by profession, Mary belonged to the priest role in the Church Court. In most people’s stereotypical impression, the sister priests are at the frontline of saving lives, gentle like angels. In the last quarter’s statistics, over 30% of young people in major imperial cities hoped that their future partner would be a priest of Life Divine Teachings.

But Mary took a more realistic style.

Before the outbreak of the Red Plague, she spent most of her time as a Saint in the main body of the Church Court. Her temper was somewhat restrained in the clerical department. After the outbreak, Mary, like many others, donned chain mail, wielded a flail, and traveled between major cities. Influenced by negative emotions, she became accustomed to life and death separations, completely unleashing her temper.

"Old Ba, you’re really a troublemaker!"

Ethan let out a long sigh.

He felt that Bazatous was at least eighty percent responsible for this matter.

"She just saw her own heart clearly, getting closer to her true self."

"What does Mary like? For instance, gold, silver jewelry, magic-patterned robes?"

"She likes to study Alchemy."

Bazatous recalled, "If anyone provoked her, they’d be taken for potion trials."

Ethan fell silent once more.

"Mary, she should be a good person, right?"

He had to reaffirm the premise of this conversation. Now he finally understood why Old Ba couldn’t forget Mary—naturally hot-tempered, liked capturing people for potion trials. Rather, it was Mary’s identity as the Saint of Life Divine Teachings that greatly limited her personal development.

Yet Ethan thought that Saint Mary, who is still celebrated today, should at least have some shining points in her character?

"This is the one thing I’m not quite satisfied with about her."

Old Ba shook his head, "She’s still bound by the regulations of the Church Court, unable to fully unleash her true talents. Her alchemical Magic Potions may bring some negative effects to people, but they’re never lethal. Instead, as long as you endure, most who consume them end up benefiting."

If Mary became His believer, a Scarlet Priest, her talent in Alchemy would be fully utilized. He couldn’t imagine what kind of advancements Mary’s abilities would bring to the art of flesh.

"No, you still owe another drink!"

Another glass of hiveworm extract was handed to Ethan. This time, Ethan was much more willing, as after the first glass, his tongue was already numb, now only able to feel some viscous liquid pouring down his throat, not tasting anything.

"Why did Mary suddenly cross your mind? She’s been dead for many years."

Human lifespans are ultimately too short. Those interesting humans He once focused on have now all been reduced to skeletons.

Mary was no exception. After her death, her remains were transported back to the Life Divine Teachings’ cathedral, Dawn’s Crown at the Far West, and buried with the Church Court’s highest honors. By that time, she was already 137 years old.

Mary was born in the late Third Epoch, witnessing the outbreak and end of the Red Plague and participating in the war against the Red King, eventually dying a natural death.

"In fact, the Church Court managed to preserve fragments of her soul, and now she resides in the ruins of the Far West... Wait, Old Ba, what are you doing?"

Ethan watched the seven-eyed woman begin packing her luggage in front of him, his eyelids twitching violently.

Dealing with one Saint Mary with a temper as volatile as Kaisaros was already troublesome enough, but now, having an Old God accompany him? How could life go on?

"When do you plan to depart?"

"Old Ba, think of the academy, think of your students. Midterm exams are coming up, how can you abandon them now?"

Faced with Ethan’s impassioned statements, the seven-eyed woman simply tilted her head in confusion. Then her body split open in the middle, and from the opening came sprouting tissue, twitching momentarily. A few seconds later, two identical seven-eyed women stood in front of Ethan.

At that moment, Ethan realized he was terribly wrong.

What made him think an Old God couldn’t teach at the academy and travel with him?

On reflection, the seven-eyed woman is merely Bazatous’s projection in this world. His true form isn’t present here.

"If you’re concerned about that, Bazatous Legendary Film in the Imperial Capital also has a ’me’ handling affairs."

The seven-eyed woman said calmly, as if such tricks were trivial to her.

Ethan fell silent, staring at the seven-eyed woman who had just completed fission, his mind racing.

At this moment, what reason could there be to stop a determined Old God?

"...Set to depart in three days."

"I’ll wait at your doorstep by then."

...

That late night, Ethan returned home with a heavy heart. With Old Ba’s eager participation, this journey became increasingly unpredictable.

He listed in his mind the possible dangers after meeting Mary.

One confirmed fact is that those who once stood up Mary were mostly dealt with by martial law. Even those who slipped through the cracks and avoided punishment became "lab rats" for Mary’s experiments, having to taste unknown Magic Potions far more dangerous than hiveworm extract daily.