The witch thought I am a Demon God

In the city hall, Ivita shouted: The feudal system also has big problems. Wealth is not circulated, the trade market is destroyed by privileges, and the peaceful city will never have peace because of the conspiracy among the nobles. One person's power is so great that Being able to dispose of half the city's properties at will is a problem.

If one person's idea can make the entire city spend unlimited resources to complete his idea, then where is the trade in our city?

When everyone is someone's slave, there will be no such thing as a market. The woolgathering business will go bankrupt, the weaver's business will go bankrupt, the bricklayer will have no work, the loan shark will have no customers, Anyone who does business with integrity can only become a farmer to pay taxes to the supreme master.

Ivita said: This is the current situation of the kingdoms and principalities we see in the north of Ambrose's land.

Those kingdoms and principalities are not as good at trade as we Ambrose people.

As he said this, Ivita felt the magic power of war in her body stirring, and the shadow under his feet turned into the shape of a giant wolf.

But at this time, the members of the city council were caught up in fanaticism and debate, so no one paid attention to the giant wolf at the foot of Iveta on the lion's platform, looking down at everyone in the city hall with eagle eyes.

Iveta wiped the sweat from her forehead without leaving a trace. He knew that he had made these people crazy.

Because these are practical experts.

If they calm down, they will ask themselves a series of questions about economics and trade, and then their persuasiveness will be greatly reduced.

The members of the city council did not expect that the young man standing on the stage would suddenly criticize the feudal system.

But they didn't take it seriously at first, but later they nodded involuntarily, because they thought it made sense.

These words spoke to their hearts, but they also made them confused.

Lord Prowl frowned, and what Ivita said now made him extremely uncomfortable.

And Mrs. Alice finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Ivita was not the one who firmly sided with the nobles as she had feared.

The president of the textile workers' guild was full of doubts. Since the system of the republic has flaws and the system of feudal aristocracy has flaws, what should we do?

Mrs. Alice said how inefficient the republican system was, but you said how power was out of control in the feudal system. But since both systems have big problems, what should we do? We can't have anarchy!

The president of the Wool Guild shook his head. Both roads are dead, so do we need to open up a third road?

Others shouted directly to Ivita, If Palvega concentrated on selling agricultural products, would the economy really be worse than it is now?

Regarding this issue, Ivita chose to ignore it directly. Because of economic problems, she was not as good as the experts present.

Each of these guild leaders is more sophisticated than the last.

Once they fall into what they are good at, they will be led by the nose.

I have to steer the topic away from the ethereal spirit of the system, not even into the specific system.

No need. Ivita said to everyone: We don't need to open up a third road at all. Ambrose now has both feudal nobles and city councils, which is equivalent to Ambrose having both a republic and a feudal system. , and the triple virtues of monarchy.”

Everyone, the people of Alsace can do business without us, but the people of Frocana in the south cannot farm without us.

Keeping the current status quo, we will have the advantages of three political systems at the same time. At this time, no one can be better than us.

The guild members at the scene started a discussion, and under the deliberate guidance of the topic by Lady Alice and Lord Prowl, a unique opportunity was created for Ivita.

This opportunity would be lost in an instant, for soon the guild leaders would shed their rhetoric and realize that Lord Prower and Lady Alice's views were nonsense and irrelevant.

However, Ivita seized the opportunity. There was some coincidence and luck, but he still worked hard to seize this luck.

When the main guild leaders began to discuss, Ivita breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had succeeded.

Moreover, I became much more relaxed next time.

A state machine that is already running can run on its own without adding your own firewood.

Iveta spoke lightly. The political system of the Independent State of Viscount Ambrose is the best. We have a king, aristocrats, and guilds. We have the advantages of all three parties without the shortcomings of all three parties. Keeping the original state is the best, but Who wants to break this equilibrium now?

The guild leaders immediately thought of nobles.

The Eastern Baron Alliance, headed by Viscount Winchester, actually launched a war against the cities first, destroying an ancient city with a history of six hundred years last week.

That city can already be ranked eleventh or twelfth within the territory of Ambrose.

If even such a large city could be burned down by that lunatic Viscount Winchester [Obsessive Compulsive Disorder] and all tens of thousands of residents executed, it means that all cities in Ambrose are under threat.

Ivita has no intention of taking sides in this route war and grain sales price war, but it will be absolutely beneficial to herself to keep Palvega as it is and eliminate aristocratic forces and unstable factors.

Palvega is the most important of its neighbors and has the largest market.

It is in his best interest to keep Palvega stable and establish a deep personal friendship with Lady Alice and a deep cooperative relationship with the Blacksmith Guild.

The guild leaders have gradually reacted. They only need to maintain the status quo, and those who want to subvert the status quo, whether they are nobles or guilds, must be suppressed and expelled.

This point of view quickly gained recognition from the centrists who are now eager to find a new route.

In the city hall, the voices of everyone talking gradually became one voice.

Keep it as it is! One Ambrose, one king, one city council, that's the best system.

Yes, that boy is right. Although he is indeed a little younger, what he said makes sense.

Mrs. Alice finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that everyone shared the same hatred.

The mayor of Palvega, seeing this situation, didn't know what to say. He glanced at Ivita secretly, wondering where this guy came from.

The woman in gray robe next to Lord Prol seemed to be irritated. Nonsense.

My lord, act immediately and kill these people.

At the same time, the entire city hall was filled with blood mist. Ivita looked down and saw a complicated magic circle on the lion platform.

The spring water spurting from the mouth of the lion statue has also frozen into icicles.

It turned out that someone had set a magic trap on the high platform of the lion statue fountain.

It was probably to deal with the big shot who might be standing on this high platform to speak, but he didn't expect to use it against himself.

Lord Prower also shouted loudly, and the noble private soldiers ran out from the inner passage of the city hall and surrounded the place.

The old man, Lord Prowl, finally shed his hypocritical face and roared. That's it, no more nonsense with you. Your good days are over.

The end of us has come.

Palvega will also be destroyed! You scum of the city should all be destroyed!

Two forces appeared behind the gray-robed woman next to him. One was a huge blood dog. The dog actually had bat wings on its back. It followed the woman, grinning in horror.

The other is an owl made of ice. It stands on the shoulder of the gray woman, staring coldly into the hall with its big eyes, as if looking at a group of dead people.

At this time, the woman in gray robe stood up and said to everyone in the city hall: I originally wanted to win over some of you, but now it seems that you and the others are hopeless.

I represent the Impaler of Wallachia and the Ice Witch of the Snow Mountains of Ambrose, two forces intersecting in my body, two wills repeating in my mind.

She raised her head and released blue light from her left eye and red light from her right eye.

Two magic powers make me omnipotent.

She raised her head and stretched out her hand. The blood mist and frost inside the city hall became more serious. I am not a witch, but I am stronger than a witch.

Now I'm going to kill you first, dangerous guy.

This sentence was said to Ivita, who instantly discovered that his feet had turned into ice cubes, and the ice cubes quickly spread to his knees, and were still spreading upwards.

The mayor next to him was frozen faster, and his chest had turned into an ice sculpture.

Iveta thought to herself, it’s troublesome.

Ivita was confused as to what was going on.

Not far away, the witch apprentice next to Mrs. Alice shouted loudly from a long distance away: Lord Ivita, the other party is a human puppet with two powers, stuffing catastrophic magic into one Within the human body. Get out of that magic circle quickly, that magic circle is amplifying their magic power!

Iveta frowned. Didn't the Ice Witch secretly form an alliance with the Children of the Forest?

How did she end up with the impaled male from Wallachia?

By the way, the Impaler of Wallachia should be remotely supporting Ambrose's noble faction.

The ice was about to spread to Ivita's waist. Ivita wanted to use the firebird in her retina to rescue her, but at this critical moment, she couldn't release the fire magic.

...

Ivita had a bad idea. Since she couldn't use fire magic to restrain ice magic, she would use damage spells and lightning spells to attack the body of the gray-robed woman.

At this moment, the giant wolf transformed from Ivita's shadow actually bit his trouser leg. Ivita looked down and was shocked.

Are you asking me to cast a magic that consumes war magic?