The witch thought I am a Demon God

Ivita swam up and got her head out of the water.

A village woman carrying a basket covered with red cloth stood on the shore. She stared at Ivita curiously.

Ivita saw the old witch, and the old witch rushed over quickly. Your Majesty, it's fine if you have nothing to do.

If the Demon God's body was gone, wouldn't she be the target of the Demon God's anger?

Ivita found that there was only a magic spell and a formation diagram left in her sight. This was the result of the fusion of three flame magics.

However, I don't know why, this curse has been occupying my retina and will not disappear.

This makes his vision always seem to be wrapped in a ball of flame, and everything he looks at is somewhat deformed.

Iveta guessed that she might have to wait until she learned to use it before it disappeared from her eyes.

The old witch saw the village woman and her eyes rolled around. Your Majesty, are you very angry now? I will help you kill this village woman and let you have fun.

She turned to look at the village woman, with a fierce look in her eyes.

The village woman couldn't help but take a few steps back. I……

She suddenly looked towards the river and said to Ivita who was still in the water: Dear Sir, I am Lolita who lives nearby. I came out to collect some mushrooms to make soup. I think you must You are a noble. Your skin has no traces of labor, and your hair is not as dry as my hair that has been blown by the wind and sun. It is my honor to serve you.

I have clothes here that suit your figure. If you don't mind, I can give them to you.

Iveta was worried because her clothes had been burned by her fire magic. At this moment, the village woman's suggestion solved her urgent need.

He said: Okay.

Only then did the old witch give up the idea of ​​killing the village woman to divert the attention of the devil.

The village woman opened the red cloth covering her basket, and there happened to be some brand-new boy's linen clothes underneath. Although the style was simple, it was clean and tidy and had not been worn by anyone.

Ivita was quickly dressed, and he buttoned the last button on his chest. His temperament between the maturity of an adult and the handsomeness of a boy, coupled with the indifference in his gestures, made Lolita unable to help but Sideways glance.

Ivita originally wanted to pay Lolita, but when she touched her pocket, she discovered that the five shillings she was carrying had been burned by her own fire magic.

Bad luck.

That's five shillings!

Five shillings could buy a poor-quality carriage, without horses of course.

Ivita felt distressed and said to Lolita: I'm sorry, I don't have any money for the time being.

The old witch has no habit of bringing money. This guy has no idea of ​​paying.

Lolita suddenly smiled and said: It doesn't matter. By the way, you seem to have encountered something. Do you need a horse? I still have a horse at home, which was my son's former war horse. I can give it to you.

Ivita noticed something was wrong. What kind of person would give herself clothes, horses, and invite herself to her home after seeing her for the first time.

Moreover, why would a person who goes out to collect mushrooms bring brand new clothes with him?

Is it a conspiracy against yourself?

Are they from Alsace, the Boar Knights, or people from nearby territories who hired killers in order to take away the Barony of Moro?

Or is it that one of the urban capitalist faction and the feudal aristocratic faction wants to attack him?

The Great Witch of Hearthstone obviously noticed something was wrong.

Ivita remained calm. Okay, but why do you live here alone?

As they talked, they followed Lolita, a village woman.

The old witch approached Ivita secretly and told Ivita that she did not sense the breath of a professional in Lolita.

This is strange.

Could it be that ordinary people can become assassins now?

Or is this really just a coincidence and Lolita is just being hospitable?

As Lolita walked away, she said: Your distinguished lord, and my esteemed madam, are you the mother of this lord?

The old witch was trembling all over. Lolita's words were more effective than any fire magic. She almost scared the old witch to death.

She quickly said: No, no.

I am just a humble servant of this lord, and my status in front of this lord cannot be lower.

You village woman, don't talk nonsense.

Ivetta rolled her eyes, this was outrageous.

Lolita's face changed slightly, and she quickly turned around and treated Ivita with non-standard etiquette, and apologized: I'm sorry, my lord, I offended you, but I definitely didn't mean to do it.

The reason why I live near here is because my son once served as a guard in Baron Meroni, but he was kicked out of the territory for stealing. He obviously has nothing to do with that baron.

But he was still recognized by the city council of [Palvega] as a spy for the nobles, and even executed my poor son.

Just because Baron Meloni followed Viscount Winchester and massacred the city of Pisa and burned down a five-hundred-year-old city.

My poor child was hanged by the city council and I came to the country to seek refuge.

Ivita raised a brow.

What he didn't expect was that the conflict between the aristocrats and the city guilds had reached the point of taking action.

Moreover, it was the aristocracy that took action first.

Ivita thought of the god Pan who had lamented that what was happening to Ambrose now was very similar to what destroyed the ancient world.

I don’t know what happened in the ancient world at that time.

Nowadays, every city is very sensitive to anything related to the nobility. I just don't know if it will affect their business, but I guess no one will have trouble with money.

What's more, what he sells is strategic materials such as high-quality iron.

They followed Lolita all the way, and Iveta noticed on the way that there were a lot of one to half-year-old redwood trees growing on the roadside.

I don't know if this is because the Chitose Fire has declined further, or because they have penetrated Ambrose.

However, the more serious problem is probably that Ambrose's theoretical leader, the Grand Viscount, is dead.

There is no successor who can convince the public!

Soon after, they came to a hill. There were several houses under the hill, but only one house had smoke from its chimney.

The wooden doors of other houses were covered with dust, and weeds grew over the roads in front of their doors, making them look uninhabited.

Iveta actually saw that there were horses over there, not just one, but three.

But two horses are old.

Arriving at the door of the house, Lolita seemed nervous. She spoke to Ivita several times in a row, but she always said the wrong thing.

Say going in means going out, and starting a fire means putting out a fire.

She opened the wooden door and asked Iveta and the others to sit down. Then she brought a pot of hot water, poured it into two wooden cups, and handed it to Iveta and the old witch.

Lolita's eyes twinkled. You must be thirsty. Drink some water.

Iveta took the wooden cup, frowned, and put it on the table. However, the old witch next to her looked indifferent, took it and drank it.

After drinking, the old witch dropped the water glass on the ground and let it roll aside. Your poison is really delicious, but it's a pity that it's just poison extracted from nearby herbs. This kind of thing can only paralyze the body of mortals. And then, you want to use this kind of thing to poison the witch? You are simply crazy.

Lolita looked at her in shock, You are a witch! You are actually a witch.

Uncharacteristically, she was a little excited. Then why didn't you tell me earlier!

Did you do the sudden appearance of the river?

Iveta glanced at her, her eyes met on the wooden wall behind her, and instantly ignited a kitchen knife hanging on the wall behind her.

It was a kitchen knife made of wrought iron. Although it was the lowest quality iron, it was still iron after all.

At this moment, it turned red and turned into liquid, dripping on the rammed earth, forming a firebird pattern on the ground.

The old witch looked at Ivita in surprise. My lord, you learned fire magic so quickly?! And you can ignite objects with your sight. This is not ordinary fire magic.

There was some jealousy in her words.

Compared with Ivita, a witch like her who has to go to great lengths to make deals with contract monsters is really hard and sad.

Ivita said: I don't think I can be called learned now, because I had no intention of using fire magic just now.

As soon as I got angry, flames erupted from my retinas and followed my line of sight to the kitchen knife.

There is still a fire burning in my retina, which makes my vision abnormal.

Can this also be called learning to use magic?

Ivita looked at the Lolita village woman. Thank you for the clothes, but why did you poison the water?

Lolita was so frightened that she suddenly knelt down to Ivita and cried, Please wizards, please save my child.

I didn't know you were wizards before. I was stupid.

But that was all instructed by another wizard!