Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 893 - 181: Want to Easily Earn 2,000? (Part 2)

"For the people, the greatest harm is when you become the hero in their hearts, and then heartlessly betray them. Just imagine their incredulous eyes at that moment, it's far more effective than tearing down their house or giving them a beating on the street!"

Winter! What are you doing, Winter!

Ethan was about to speak, but got a fierce glare from Winter.

Annoyed and still defiant, Little Dark's arrogant mockery just now had completely stirred Winter's competitive spirit.

She warned Ethan with her eyes, telling him that this was a war between two cats, and mere humans should stay out of it.

"In other words, you'll become the most notorious villain acknowledged by the entire country."

Winter also perfectly pinpointed Little Dark's weak spot. Compared to the simple-minded Elemental Elf, human thoughts were still too complex. Poor Little Dark was toyed with by their words from the first day she stepped into this house.

The black cat above hesitated, clearly persuaded by Winter's words.

And Winter took advantage of the situation to steer the topic back on track, "Then let's compete, to see who can earn more Salvation Contribution Points before we leave the Far West."

"Alright, let's compete then!"

Little Dark raised her neck, immediately accepting the challenge.

"But we have an agreement first."

Winter walked up to Ethan, picked up Little Dark, and placed her on Ethan's shoulder, "That's the victor's throne. Until the winner is decided, you're not allowed to go up there! And also, the bet for this competition."

"What's the bet?"

"Getting to ride on his shoulders."

Winter patted the other side of Ethan's empty shoulder, which was her favorite spot. When outside, she would transform into a white ragdoll cat and sit there, "If you lose, you're not allowed to climb onto Ethan anymore."

"What if you lose?"

"I won't lose."

Winter huffed coldly and swiftly changed the subject before Little Dark could question further, "Let Old Ba be the judge of this bet, you don't have any objections, right?"

"Then it's up to you, Ba Zi!"

Little Dark indeed got distracted and didn't bother to press Winter about her punishment for losing.

Because for her, the reward or punishment itself wasn't important; what mattered was the feeling of defeating Winter in a competition.

"Understood, I will witness this duel."

Bazatous nodded cooperatively, blinking his seven eyes simultaneously a few times.

His heart too was filled with excitement from Little Dark and Winter's challenge, even though humans once considered Old Gods to be an absolute measure of fairness, and His believers often set up bets in His name. However, there had never been such an important bet until now.

To put it broadly, these two cats were fighting for Ethan's ownership!

Compared to this, previous bets involving the leadership of religious sects or the ownership of kingdoms were trivial.

The greatest regret of all was that He could only be the judge of this challenge rather than a participant.

How He wished to win Ethan's ownership too!

If He were the victor, He would have Ethan divided into three parts: one to stay in the academy as His teaching assistant; another to go to Bazatous Legendary Film to be His art advisor; and as for the most important part, naturally to guide him to where His true body was located.

There were Kania People.

Or to be more precise, a giant mass composed of Kania People.

They were quite amusing and could even perform backflips.

What a pity.

Thinking about these unfulfilled wishes, Bazatous regretfully closed five of His eyes.

Seeing this, Ethan could only sigh deeply in his heart.

Upon reflection, Miss Keroy was the most carefree, always living without conflict!

Miss Keroy looked up, puffing her cheeks as if smiling at him. However, the reality was that Miss Keroy had been eating non-stop along the way; while waiting in line just now, she was attentively gnawing on a flavored lamb leg brought from the inn.

The strange bracelet was worn on her left paw.

She didn't know what Salvation Contribution Points were, nor did she understand why Little Dark and Winter suddenly became so confrontational, but she understood flavored lamb leg, which was spiced with lots of chili powder and cumin during roasting, and was quite delicious.

The group found an inn in the border city, which was perpetually fully occupied. After checking several inns, they finally secured three rooms. Once entering the inn, Ethan immediately saw numerous recruitment notices for the Devoted Battle Group, offering those who barely made it through the checkpoint a place to go.

"Become a member of the Devoted Battle Group, and contribute to the great cause of salvation here!"

"Join the group and immediately receive 5 Salvation Contribution Points."

"Complete training regularly to earn 1 contribution point every week."

"Exceptional contributions within the legion can earn even more contribution points, with no upper limit!"

These dry recruitment words were worlds apart from the Imperial Knight Order advertisement starring the Imperial Knight Commander himself; after reading, it didn't stir any passion.

Yet even so, there was a steady stream of people signing up to join the Devoted Battle Group.

Ethan had to admit Carlo Esposito was quite shrewd. Technically speaking, the custom-made bracelet from the Church Court didn't have any remarkable features, merely another application of the Lofic Consortium savings card. But he cleverly combined glory, faith, and wealth together.

If you measure the Devoted Battle Group's rewards by monetary standards, it equates to receiving 5 Gold Lions upon joining, with a subsequent weekly salary of 1 Gold Lion; even in the Empire, this was considered quite a remarkable income, far exceeding the Imperial Knight Order's average salary.

But in reality, the Church Court didn't have to pay a single penny.

These "salaries" were recorded digitally in every new group member's bracelet. They testified to your contributions to the cause of salvation, bringing you glory, and were a testament to firm faith.

With these honorary embellishments, it was hard to point out that the numbers in the bracelet didn't actually have any practical value.

"A stable channel…"

Once back in the room, Little Dark finally transformed back into her human form; she lay on the bed with the manual provided by the inn, leisurely swinging her small feet and reading it intently, "Participate in the Devoted Battle Group, or partake in the monthly charity events held in the various city squares."

For ordinary citizens, the way to earn Contribution Points was very limited, and saving through donations meant a family could barely save a few Gold Lions a month, and any attacks encountered at the checkpoint automatically became a bonus.

There were always those who favored unconventional paths.

Compared to diligently accumulating Contribution Points, they were passionate about taking shortcuts.

Besides bounty hunters, the Far West also cultivated a black industry of "exchanging Imperial spies for Contribution Points." Outsiders unfamiliar with the place were their first targets.

As for those who were exchanged for Contribution Points, whether they were truly Imperial People, not many cared about that.

"It seems the ruins where Mary resides is close to the Crown of Dawn Church." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The Sleep of Saints.

Since Mary's internment, it became a sanctuary for the Life Divine Teachings.

Thus, a new issue arose.

Entering the sanctuary required going through a series of complex procedures, along with an order from any bishop, and for idlers like them, there was naturally no chance of pilgrimage to the sanctuary.

Not long after, Ethan's gaze fixed on a section in the manual about Contribution Points.

Anyone whose Contribution Points accumulate up to 2000 will be deemed to have made an outstanding contribution to the cause of salvation, receiving a public commendation from the local bishop and an opportunity for pilgrimage.

But, 2000 Contribution Points?

Based on the stable channels provided by the manual, obtaining such an amount would probably take several years in the Far West.

"I have a fast way to make money."

Winter took the opportunity while Little Dark wasn't paying attention, stealthily came behind Ethan, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Want to easily earn 2000?"