Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 888 - 179: I’ve Got Your Back, Ba Zi_2

A glass of "apple juice" down, Little Dark fell asleep immediately and hasn’t woken up since.

This fully demonstrates the terrifying nature of the Lindong Witch, whose Magic Potion even powerful Elemental Elves would succumb to.

The atmosphere of desolation persisted until dusk. As the sun dipped westward, the small town in the desert appeared faintly on the horizon. Ethan glanced at the map; the locals called this town "Dust’s End," located between the Far West and the empire’s border, with its only water source being a half-dried ancient deep well, surrounded by wind-eroded rock formations and bands of quicksand.

The atmosphere in the town was more oppressive than on the cart.

Dusk should have been the liveliest time at the post station. In other places, adventurers from all over would have gathered in the town’s inn, ready to start boasting about their travel experiences after a few drinks.

Ethan observed the lifeless town through the carriage window and reminded the others, "Be careful. It’s said that the Church Court has planted many informants here."

This is why "Dust’s End" remains shrouded in a constant air of death.

Reporting an Imperial Person could earn one the right to enter the Far West or claim a huge bounty from the border Church Court.

Carlo Esposito believes that today’s Imperial People have become minions of the Evil God, and that book, "Imperial Truth," is a true evil text. They will do everything to keep the Evil God’s followers out of the Far West.

Don’t trust anyone in town, and don’t mention your origins to anyone.

However, this is also the last stop for many before heading to the Far West.

Before entering the border checkpoint, they need to prepare all their documents here.

Stowaways, church informants, Imperial Military Intelligence Seventh Department agents, document sellers, and even smugglers, the town is a mix of various people. A slight mistake could cost one’s life here, or they could become someone else’s bounty.

According to the laws of the Far West, Ethan and the others were like plump sheep.

"Maybe a church informant will soon disguise as our contact and try to extract our intel."

As the carriage stopped outside the town inn, Ethan, caught up in the atmosphere, grew somewhat tense.

Consider that Old Ba was traveling with them this time. If anyone in the town dared to mess with them...

In the worst case, the townsfolk might be forced into an evolution, where they would be fused into one mass, granted eternal life and a shared consciousness.

Even worse, they almost immediately became the focus of the townsfolk. There are already many stowaways in the town, so it’s rare to see someone arriving in a luxurious carriage.

Just as Ethan worried about the mental and physical health of the townsfolk, a lively voice rang out.

"Hey——! Senzi, Winter!"

This enthusiastic voice was out of place in the overall atmosphere of the town.

Ethan followed the voice and saw an orange figure waiting for them in front of the town inn. A pair of pointed cat ears stood on top of the girl’s head, and an equally orange tails wagged excitedly.

Before Ethan could speak, the orange figure darted to their side, her innate agility as a member of the Sub-human Race evident. She first approached Lindong, tiptoed, and sniffed carefully around Lindong, "No doubt, Winter, you still smell nice!"

"Miss Ginny (refer to Volume 1, Chapter 191).

Ethan greeted this enthusiastic Miss Lion.

No wonder Ave had been all mysterious and refused to reveal the identity of their contact before they left, saying they’d recognize them at first sight when they arrived.

She really used all her networks; after the flood in the Western Continent, Ginny and her followers left Ophira, setting out on their grand maritime adventure.

"What Miss Ginny, that’s too formal. Just call me Nizi!"

The long-unseen Ginny stood with hands on her hips, casually correcting him.

The townsfolk, who once saw them as "plump sheep," began to disperse after seeing Ginny.

"I heard you were coming, so I let the caravan enter the town first and stayed here to wait for you."

As Ginny led the way, she glanced at the silent seven-eyed woman, "Who is this?"

"You can call me Ba Zi."

Bazatous said, hoping to be addressed similarly to Ethan and Lindong.

"Oh? You’re quite adept, Ba Zi! If you run into trouble in the Far West, just mention my name; I’ve got you covered, sis!"

The enthusiastic Miss Lion gave Bazatous’s shoulder a hearty pat.

She had the rare honor of being the first in thousands of years to pat an Old God on the shoulder and claim to have them covered. If her great-great-grandmother knew, she’d be giving Ginny a thumbs-up in the afterlife and praising her great-granddaughter’s achievement.

Bazatous didn’t mind. It was their first time traveling with others, and every experience was fresh.

Ordinarily, entering the Far West requires a series of documents and numerous approvals.

"Don’t worry. Our commerce association has bought out the entire inn area."

Upon reaching the second floor, they were greeted by the aroma of food. Ginny had already prepared a sumptuous meal for them, though it was an entirely meaty feast, not a single leaf to be seen.

At the dining table, Ginny recounted her and the Sub-humans’ experiences after leaving Ophira.

During their aimless sea voyage, they unexpectedly discovered a lost great treasure, seemingly from the Lofic Consortium’s shipwreck. Not only did it contain vast riches, but also trade directories with various ports. Ginny decided to give commerce a shot, starting her own trading journey based on these directories.

The Sub-humans’ attempt was successful. Ginny’s enthusiasm and sincerity won her many buyers’ goodwill, and with the Sub-human Race’s powerful combat prowess, they weren’t afraid of pirates, quickly making "Shining Commerce" a top-notch Neutral Commerce Association within a year.

They also have many businesses within the Far West.

"In our tribe, we call such an event ’Nature’s Gift!’"

Ginny’s smile was infectious, exuding the aura of a charismatic leader.

However, Ethan had heard about the reason behind the Lofic shipping fleet’s misfortune—at the time, the tycoon Lofic, overly confident, directed the ship towards Old An. Unfortunately, his negotiation was full of holes, and after angering Old An, Aelium sent them back home, tentacles and all.

Technically, this should be considered a gift from Lofic.

After this incident, Lofic was suspected by other members of the consortium of having some cognitive issues, getting impeached by other factions, and lost his leadership position.

"Here, these are your entry permits. From now on, you are members of the ’Shining Commerce.’"

Ginny paused briefly, "Only we only recruit Sub-humans. You should be able to exhibit the traits of a Sub-human Race upon entry, right? Ba Zi, you should have no problem; you obviously look like you’re from the Spider Race."

"Boom——!"

Winter also responded in kind. As the white smoke cleared, two soft white cat ears appeared on her head, and a fluffy tail grew behind her. The teeth chewing on the steak had two sharp little fangs, showing she’s a pure-blooded cat girl.

As a result, all eyes at the table turned to Ethan.

"Ah, er, uh..."

Ethan’s expression froze.

He didn’t know any transformation spells, which was the domain of magicians. Rowena, busy with guild matters and unfriendly with people from the Far West, did not join this trip.

Amidst his racking brain, Ethan’s gaze suddenly landed on Little Dark, who had just woken up and was still a bit groggy.

He suddenly had an idea, acted immediately, and lifted Little Dark from behind, placing him on his head.

He cleared his throat and reintroduced himself:

"Black Cat Clan, Senzi."