Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam

This is no longer the imperial capital he once knew.

For the first time, reality had deviated from the prophecy, but in another way that brought comfort.

He gently caressed the mask on his face, carefully considering Ethan's invitation.

Staying in a city like this could be quite nice.

But then, his gaze was drawn to a phenomenon not far away. In that place where light and shadow intertwined, he vaguely saw strings suspended on someone, causing Palansi's face to change dramatically. A man dressed as a laborer stopped, gave him a deep look, and then turned towards a completely dark alley.

The man was waiting at the deepest part of the alley, and upon hearing the noise behind him, he said without turning, "This thing suits you perfectly."

Palansi's old face immediately flushed, and with a "swish," he stood up from the chair.

The young lady named Rowena wasn't wrong; the wheelchair had an indescribable charm. Once you sat on it, it could take hold of your soul, and your body would involuntarily stick to it.

He had grown completely accustomed to using the wheelchair as a means of transport, which brought him unprecedented comfort.

"It's a disguise."

Palansi stated in a firm tone, "I've already infiltrated their ranks."

Now, everyone, including Ethan, viewed him as a genuine old man. Tonight, even Pi'an came specifically to bring him food.

Technically speaking, he had no blood relation to the Knight Commander, who was several hundred years younger than him, but Pi'an brought him a strange warmth, making him feel like a true empty-nest elderly.

But for those who knew the truth, Palansi couldn't find it in himself to shamelessly pretend to be an old man slumped in a wheelchair.

After all, he was a Round Table Knight, hailed as the strongest knight in the Empire's history.

"It's not exactly your style, but I must say you've done quite well."

The man wore a teasing smile.

This put immense pressure on Palansi; he disliked such situations.

Even though this man was his nominal ally, when facing him, he wished to be clad in his Round Table Knight armor, wielding the sacred sword.

The overly comfortable elderly life of the past few days had made him slack.

"Lindong Witch and Ethan are both in the Mage Tower now and won't return to the imperial capital anytime soon."

The man lightly tossed and Palansi instinctively caught the bottle filled with inky magic potion, "Though it's a pity we couldn't recruit that witch, the young knight is also quite good. Figure out a way to make her drink this, and your task will be completed."

"This is my task, and I don't need your guidance."

Palansi's expression changed almost instantly upon hearing about drugging Pi'an, his heart instinctively filled with aversion.

This was... unusual.

He had witnessed the Empire rise to glory and fall into decay; over his centuries of life, he shouldn't have these unnecessary sentiments.

The man also seemed surprised by Palansi's reaction, saying, "Just a little help from a comrade."

"What happened at the Mage Tower? What trick did you use to delay them?"

Palansi concealed his emotions and changed the topic to ask.

"Left them a case."

"A case?"

"Nothing much, just dealing with some internal disputes among the followers."

Palansi didn't ask further questions.

He was facing a follower of the God of Trickery, an existence whose true age was unknown even to him.

No one had ever seen his true face, nor did anyone know his exact background.

The "Puppet Gathering" used for meetings by the Divine Attendants was a magic created by this follower of the God of Trickery; he was undoubtedly one of the longest-serving members of the organization.

And he dared to claim the name "Kadela."

The man watched him, "You need to speed up, Palansi, everyone is getting a bit impatient."