Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted-Chapter 80: The Kingdom of Badoro

"Master Mentor, do you have accommodation arranged? I know a fairly clean inn."
As an adventurer, Laila had been here many times and volunteered to be Loren's guide.
"No need. Although we didn't prepare accommodation, others will arrange it for us. Come with us."
Seeing Anna was still asleep, Loren gently picked her up. Despite eating a lot, Anna seemed to completely disregard the law of conservation of mass;
her body was very light, and Loren lifted her without much effort.
As soon as Loren stepped out of the train car, he received a warm welcome. A group of scantily clad women stood right at the entrance, greeting him:
"Welcome to the Bardo Kingdom. We will show you the local customs and culture here."
"It stinks..."
The moment he got off the train, Loren instantly smelled a foul stench. But he was holding Anna and had no free hand to cover his nose. In the end, Mirrorheart put a mask on Loren and handed one to each of them.
Loren was well aware of the Bardo Kingdom's situation, so he had prepared specially made masks beforehand.
"Smelly? The air here is sweet."
The fat man who had spoken to Loren on the train now appeared before him again, saying the exact opposite of what Loren thought. However, when he saw Laila place her hand on the gun at her waist, he instantly vanished from Loren's sight.
Loren and the others didn't pay him much mind either—just a dead man walking. Everyone who came here with rose-tinted glasses about the Bardo Kingdom met a bad end.
"Vulgar..."
Looking at these cheap, gaudy women, Laila wore an expression of utter disdain.
Noticing Loren wasn't looking at them, Laila looked at Loren with an expression full of approval.
Loren's attitude left the women who came to greet him awkwardly standing in place. They didn't know how to respond and could only wait for Loren to speak.
"My daughter is tired. Just prepare two guest rooms for us directly."
"Of course, please follow me. We have already prepared a high-class inn for you."
That Loren would come here was no secret. The Scarecrows had openly sent him onto the train, so it was normal for the Bardo side to have received the information.
"Please get in the carriage."
The woman responsible for receiving Loren lowered her body, pulling her clothes down a bit further, inviting Loren to board the luxurious carriage they had prepared for him.
"Let's go, Laila."
Loren also took the opportunity to invite Laila. This was the first time Laila had received this kind of treatment:
"Me?"
"Who else? We're bros, stop with the damn formalities."
After placing Anna in the carriage, Loren reached out and pulled Laila up as well.
The people of the Bardo Kingdom even knew the number in Loren's party, and the prepared carriage was spacious enough to accommodate all of them.
"There are carriages this comfortable?"
Laila stroked the carriage's cushion;
it was top-quality goods. This was the first time Laila had experienced the feeling of privilege. Previously, when she came to the Bardo Kingdom, she had walked the entire way, even sleeping in a tent at night.
"Yeah, these nobles really know how to enjoy themselves. Compared to Bardo, even Gedlan seems decent. At least they're just greedy for money, not for lives."
"Why do you say that? Are those rumors actually true?"
Laila suddenly remembered some rumors she had heard before and instantly felt a chill run down her spine.
"Yes, they're true. And it's even worse than the rumors.
"Turning people into furniture is true. Cannibalism is true. These people will do anything for pleasure. The God of Plague indeed holds part of the authority of Slaanesh."
It wasn't just the God of Plague;
no god's authority was particularly complete. Authority was like a long musical score, and each god had only torn away a part of it, and not neatly either. For example, the God of Plague seized three-fifths of 'Plague' and one-tenth of 'Slaanesh'.
It was also for this reason that the two authorities of the God of Vows and Wind and the God of Night and Thunder were not harmonious and would even conflict with each other.
The reason the God of Light and Fire was the strongest was that His portion of the 'Light' authority was complete, and His two authorities were also very harmonious.
Listening to the conversation of Loren and the others, the carriage driver broke out in a cold sweat. Loren might be fine saying these things, but he, the listener, could get into trouble.
Suddenly, Loren felt the carriage shake violently. The driver braked at that moment. The commotion woke Anna, who rubbed her eyes and asked:
"What happened, Master Mentor?"
"Not sure. I'll go down and take a look."
"I'm coming too!"
Loren and Laila got off the carriage simultaneously. As soon as they stepped down, they saw what had caused the violent shaking: a burlap sack carelessly thrown in the middle of the road, with some bloodstains seeping through. Having just been run over by the carriage, the contents of the sack had been squeezed out.
Yes, squeezed out.
It was half a person, lacking arms. The upper body, crushed into pulp, contained no arm bones. At the same time, her eye sockets were completely empty;
there was no trace of eyeballs in the vicinity. She had lost her eyes before being dumped here.
"We deeply apologize for affecting your mood. Let's proceed to the inn first. Someone will come to clean this up immediately."
"Alright."
Loren had seen this kind of thing many times before. Laila had certainly seen it too. But no matter how many times she saw it, she would always feel furious.
Yet she could change nothing.
"Let's head back first."
The root of all this evil was still the gods. If this era of divine rule was not ended, none of this would change. Even if Loren truly became Huang Chao and slaughtered all the nobles and royals, nothing would fundamentally change.
"Alright."
After returning to the carriage, Anna asked what had happened. Loren simply said they had hit a rock.
Although it was night, lights were still on in some buildings along the road. Or rather, now was precisely when these places were just starting their business.
Soon, the carriage arrived beside the inn. This place was more luxurious than the Gedlan Kingdom's royal palace—no exaggeration.
Simultaneously, this was also the cleanest place in the Bardo Kingdom. Here, Loren couldn't even smell the stench.
"Greetings, Master Mentor. I am here to take you to your room."
At the entrance of the inn, a waitress dressed as a bunny girl had been waiting here for Loren. It wasn't just her;
the waitresses here wore increasingly bizarre outfits. Loren even wanted to cover Anna's eyes.
"Alright."
Loren followed the waitress's lead. Even though their luggage consisted of only one backpack, the inn dispatched several scantily clad waitresses to help carry it.
The backpack contained only some leftover snacks from Anna, but when they lifted it, they acted as if they were weightlifting, making all sorts of strange movements.
However, Loren didn't glance at them even once, which left these waitresses feeling somewhat defeated.
The reason was simple: Loren had a bit of a cleanliness complex regarding people. He wouldn't touch this kind of person. Moreover, although they were beauties selected from various places, they still weren't worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as Witches.