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Chapter 68: Chapter 67: Source of War Magic Power [Peace Treaty in Baron Moro’s Territory]_1

Chapter 68 -67: Source of War Magic Power [Peace Treaty in Baron Moro’s Territory]_1

Ivita immediately turned around, looking at the person behind him. At this moment, he truly felt the terror of the assassins from the Small Brotherhood of Trustworthiness.

They could make you question the trustworthiness of the people around you.

Because Ivita did not know whether the assassin had disguised himself as someone close to him.

He looked towards the Sons of Forest.

Pan God closed his eyes and shook his head, “The Sons of Forest on my side, they are all alive.”

Ivita glanced at Pan God, his statement suggested that he had discovered the identity of the enemy, knowing that it was an assassin from the Small Brotherhood of Trustworthiness nearby who used corpse puppets to disguise himself.

Otherwise, there would be no need for Pan God to say that his Sons of Forest were alive.

Pan God smirked, the [Druid Tribe Meeting] had informed him that he didn’t need to assist Ivita, nor did he need to save him.

For this unexpected wearer of the conference ring, the attitude of the Druid Tribe Meeting was clearly one of waiting and seeing.

His life or death would be decided by himself.

Pan God brought out three scrolls made of sheepskin. On them were written five languages of the Sons of Forest and one human language.

Moreover, they contained five symbols of the Sons of Forest’s tribe and the eagle flag representing Ivita’s power. “I have already signed it; you can read the truce agreement and then write your name behind the date.”

Ivita picked up the charcoal handed to him, remaining vigilant as he read the contract.

The contract was named [Baron Moro’s Peace Agreement].

The contents of the agreement turned out to be a truce of ten years.

Apparently, the chaos in Viscount Ambrose Country would not last for ten years.

This meant that the Sons of Forest had decided to sign an almost perpetual peace treaty with the Baron during this chaos in Ambrose.

The old witch whispered, “Your Majesty, this agreement is important. It symbolizes that you have just completed a battle and won.”

“This agreement will represent this battle, making it worth recording in history.”

“This also meets the minimum standard for battles that can continuously provide Magic Power. Although you only signed the agreement in the name of the Baron, the other parties are leaders of the Ancient Souls and Sons of Forest.”

The Great Witch of Hearthstone whispered, “If it wasn’t so, the trivial battles between the Baron’s territories would not meet the criterion of a battle, and could only provide temporary Magic Power.”

Ivita understood.

A battle is part of a war, but a battle can be independent.

And this [Moro Baron Campaign] signified the perseverance of Ambrose’s humans who, despite the ferocious onslaught of the Sons of Forest, were able to hold the most important pass in the west.

If viewed by humans a hundred years later, this battle would obviously be of significant importance.

Consequently, this battle could become a source of his Magic Power.

But clearly, compared to the Magic Power needed for an official Wizard, a battle like this was not enough. He would need another, perhaps even larger, one.

The old witch continued, “If the humans of Ambrose had failed, your battle would look insignificant.”

“If the humans of Ambrose succeeded, the result of your battle would be magnified. The result of a battle is governed by the result of a war. The reason you have not felt much Magic Power feedback at the moment is because the structure and direction of this war are still uncertain.”

Ivita nodded, looking at his right palm, “I see.”

Pan God stood up, ready to leave. He told the Snake Woman Chief at his side, “Leave some spies to monitor the movements of the human troops in and out of the Baron’s territory.”

“Also, send some people to them in the afternoon to leave some antidotes to the juices of ancient trees.”

“Let’s go.”

“Young human, let me give you a piece of advice in parting. If you really want to collect the law, pay more attention to information about the Ancient World and Ancient Civilizations.”

“Knowledge brings power. Sometimes, information is even more important than an army.”

“Not to mention, you will acquire many interesting things during the process of collecting information.”

Ivita watched Pan God leave with his group.

Pan God was an old being, his mind filled with priceless knowledge.

Information about Ancient Civilizations, the Ancient World, and even that so-called young man who conquered the Civilization of Fire. Even now, Ivita didn’t even know the young man’s name.

What he wanted to know was, why was the Thousand-Year Fire of Ambrose about to extinguish?

What is the relationship between the Sons of Forest and the Druids?

Which civilization was the one the Druids supported back then?

Since the conference ring was so important, why was it entrusted to him? What was the purpose of the Druid’s conference ring?

He had many questions he wanted to ask Pan God.

Unfortunately, the Pan God would certainly not answer his numerous questions.

The departure of Pan God meant that he now had complete control over this barony, and he could take his time to manage and rebuild this territory, which had been ravaged by war.

In addition, he also acquired a foreign, miraculous plant of his own, the Sakura Dragon Tree.

However, the first problem that needed to be solved was the assassin beside him.

Where was the assassin?

It would be too unfortunate if he, who had won the war, were to die at the hands of an assassin.

Ivita looked around. Now that the Sons of the Forest had left, the only people remaining by his side were the Old Witch, the Demon Hunter Black Wolf, and the Knight Griffin.

Where else could he be hiding?

First, Ivita ruled out the Hearthstone Grand Witch. Her capability for self-protection was genuinely formidable, especially considering that she was a third-class Great Witch.

Among all professions, witches have the most formidable comprehensive capabilities.

So, was it the Demon Hunter Black Wolf or the Knight Griffin?

Going back to the city now would be akin to allowing a tiger back into the mountains or letting a droplet of water blend into the sea. It would become even harder to discern who the assassin was.

Therefore, Ivita would absolutely not return to the city.

He wanted to seize the opportunity brought about by Pan God’s divination to find the assassin.

Black Wolf raised his hand, drawing out a large sword from his back. Ivita’s eyebrows jumped, but Black Wolf said, “Your Highness, watch your step!”

Ivita looked down and saw his shadow maturing slowly on the ground from a young boy into an adult shape.

The old witch shrieked with surprise. “Oh, right, I’ve heard that professional assassins have the unique ability to manipulate shadows.”

“He must have infiltrated your shadow. He must have moved step by step into your shadow through the shadows of all of us.”

At this moment, Ivita’s shadow stood up, akin to the Reaper he had seen in the Burnt Wine Inn that used the shadows of others as substitutes.

Ivita felt a shiver down his spine, understanding the opponent was clearly well-trained.

The speed of his attack was terrifyingly fast.

In the blink of an eye, the dagger in his hand was just inches away from his cornea, and due to the speed, he could only perceive a shadow and a gleaming light.

But that was just it.

Because the attacker suddenly stopped, allowing Ivita to see his face, which was a simple and unadorned middle-aged man.

However, his face quickly grew lined and worn, and he noticeably lost weight.

He let go of his dagger and sighed. “The power of an assassin comes from faith. Abandoning your own persistent faith is equivalent to abandoning your own strength.”

Ivita, looking at the dagger that had fallen to the ground, asked in confusion, “Why didn’t you stab me just now?”

The middle-aged assassin shook his head and sighed, looking extremely weak. “I never kill the good. I only kill the nobility and the sinful.”

“So, every time before I kill someone, I give them notice one day in advance. I want them to think clearly about why they must die.”

“At any time, I can always find a reason why a person must die. You know, it’s hard to find someone’s strengths, but to find their flaws, it’s simply too easy.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t find a reason for you to have to die.”

Ivita’s eyebrows jumped. Well well well, in your eyes, are all nobles basically sinful?

Basang sighed and said, “I knew when you refused that strange-looking sheepman who tried to ally with you against humanity, that I wouldn’t be able to kill you.”

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“Moreover, these days, I’ve come to realize that you’re a really good lord.”

“You would rather sacrifice your own interests to provide compensation to the families of fallen soldiers. There are so few people left in this world as naive as you. I can’t kill another one.”

“To kill you would be against my beliefs.”

“And to not kill you would also be against my beliefs.”

Basang gave a bitter smile, looking at Ivita accusatorily. “You’re too good to your people. It makes me feel that killing you would be my mistake.”

The old witch sneered, “You wouldn’t even be able to kill him.”

“Your Highness, look at your shadow on the ground.”

Ivita looked down and saw that at some point, his shadow had morphed into a terrifying giant wolf, which was staring fixedly at Basang.

Should Basang continue to advance, the giant wolf would devour him.

Ivita remembered something. In Norse mythology, the giant wolf is significant. Many vital existences in Norse mythology are associated with wolves.

Yes, just now, because he had acquired so much war magic power, the energy balance had once again failed. But this time, it was tilted towards Odin’s direction. So, had his shadow mutated into a giant wolf due to the war magic power?!