The witch thought I am a Demon God-Chapter 71 - 70 Grain Price Reduction Bill Lobbying from

Chapter 71: Chapter 70 Grain Price Reduction Bill, Lobbying from Both the City and the Aristocracy!! _1

Chapter 71 -70 Grain Price Reduction Bill, Lobbying from Both the City and the Aristocracy!! _1

A letter requesting for a noble title had unexpectedly garnered responses from two different sources. This was truly astonishing.

Ivita had Griffin Knight open the two letters.

Starting to read the two letters, Griffin Knight said, “This one is from the Ambros City Council—”

“Dear new Lord Ivita, the ogre, centaur, and tauren ears you enclosed with your letter have been inspected by our experts and indeed belong to said creatures.”

“However, this does not necessarily prove that the Sons of the Forest have formed an army; it could just be a group of monsters wandering about.”

“Centuries of experience tell us that these creatures lack any semblance of social structure or qualities found in sentient beings. Intelligence is a gift bestowed only upon humans by God, and creatures without faith are incapable of possessing intellect comparable to that of humans.”

“Therefore, there is no need for you to worry overly. However, the Ambros City Council is pleased to have a noble of such vigor, stemming from an explorer background, protecting the frontier.”

“We have acknowledged your achievements and have prepared your investiture ceremony.”

“Please bring your entourage to Ambros City where you will receive the respects due to a noble of your caliber.”

“In these tumultuous times, it is your opportunity, as a noble from humble beginnings, to take action with your army in Ambros. This is a virtuous act that the God of All Things will undoubtedly bless.”

Looking at Ivita with a strange expression, Griffin Knight said, “The members of the city council seem to think that you come from humble beginnings. Perhaps it’s because you informed them that you were an adventurer.”

“Members of the city council must have misunderstood.”

Ivita smiled. “It seems that the Ambros City Council would prefer the Baron presiding over Moro to be of humble roots.”

“Moreover, they seem eager to have my friendship. Or rather, they must desire my army.”

“Proceed to the next letter.”

Griffin Knight said, “This one comes from Viscount Winchester of the East—”

“To the new Lord of Moro, I admire your skills, but claiming that the Sons of the Forest have an army?”

“You don’t half exaggerate.”

“Alright, anyone who wins a victory tends to exaggerate a bit; it is a right that belongs to victors.”

“Bring your people to Winchester. I will confer upon you the title and hold a ceremony of fealty.”

“I want you to know my army needs a talented and young man like you.”

“Winchester’s most beautiful woman, my still unwed sister, is sought after by multiple skilled young men. Perhaps, you could win her heart?”

“Also, I need to tell you, Ambros Grand Viscount is already dead. Your application for the title to a dead man is void.”

“The Ambros family has no heirs left. I am the head of a branch of the Ambros family and am entitled to inherit the Grand Viscount title. Leave the capital-less Ambros City, come to Winchester, pledge your loyalty to me, and you will receive what you deserve.”

Perhaps because he felt the Viscount’s words were a bit too pompous, Griffin Knight said somewhat awkwardly, “Viscount Winchester, always a war hawk.”

“Arrogant, very keen on knightly honor, and possesses exceptional war skills.”

“Exactly the type he is.”

“His troops have secretly fought several times with some minor Lords on the edge of the Lombardy Plains, south of Ambros Basin.”

“I heard if not for the Duke of Lombardy Duchy’s inability to control the independent lords in various parts of his lands, Viscount Winchester would definitely not have had it easy.”

After hearing Griffin Knight’s description, Ivita nodded. He now had a general understanding of Viscount Winchester’s character.

“Now, it is clear that whether it’s Ambros City Council, representing city capital, or Viscount Winchester, representing nobility, both are trying to win us over.”

“The reason is simple.”

“It is probably because we mentioned a bit of our achievements when we requested the title, making it sound more convincing.”

“This made both parties believe that I am a powerful Lord.”

“At least they see value in fighting for me.”

The Griffin Knight bowed his head and asked, “Sir, which side do you wish to choose, and where would you like to go?”

“Whichever place you receive the title will signify which side you have joined.”

“This is not a choice to be made lightly.”

Ivita rubbed his temples. He knew, of course, that this was not a choice to be made hastily.

This was akin to the Thirty Years’ War of religious reformation on the continent, where one was forced to choose a side.

Who would have thought, upon arriving in Ambros Basin, that he would face a similar choice.

However, the disputes in Ambros do not arise due to conflicts over religious belief, but due to the conflict between city capital and feudal nobility.

“Why is the conflict between the city capital and feudal nobles in Ambros so intense?”

Looking puzzled, Ivita questioned the Old Witch, “Is someone stirring up trouble? Or could there be another reason?”

The Griffin Knight shook his head, “My Lord, I do not know.”

That’s normal.

If a minor nobleman at the border of a country knew the cause of the conflict between the central factions, that would indeed be abnormal.

The Old Witch said to Ivita: “Your Highness, my apprentice has really been wronged, she is just a kind witch.”

Ivita was speechless.

The Griffin Knight involuntarily shifted his gaze, as the combination of the words ‘kind’ and ‘witch’ made even a warrior who is insensitive to the rules of rhetoric feel uncomfortable.

Ivita said: “State the facts.”

The Hearthstone Grand Witch immediately said: “Judging from the correspondence I had with my beloved apprentice before, the conflict between the city’s capital and the feudal nobles has always existed.”

“And with the first two peasant rebellions in Ambros, this conflict has been greatly magnified.”

“The nobles hate the city, detest the peasants escaping to the city, resulting in the nobles having to constantly make concessions to the peasants to stabilize the situation.”

“And the cities also detest the nobles, repeatedly trying to infringe the freedom of the city.”

“And this contradiction all broke out with the introduction of a bill.”

The Old Witch looked at the Griffin Knight. “Can you guess what that bill was?”

Read 𝓁at𝙚st chapters at ƒrēenovelkiss.com Only.

The Griffin Knight looked confused. “Was there ever a bill that made the nobles angry? How come I didn’t know?”

“Because your Baron Moro’s territory never made too much money from agricultural products.” The Old Witch sneered, “So of course, you wouldn’t know. But most of the nobles in Ambros are barons, and the main source of wealth for these eastern baron lands is selling grain.”

“So, a [Crop Price Reduction Act] exposed all the conflicts in Ambros.”

Ivita asked, “Crop Price Reduction Act? Would a country really use legal means to force the price of grain in its own country to drop? Whose idea is this?”

“Who told the Grand Viscount to do this?”

The Hearthstone Grand Witch felt a bit awkward. “The idea came from the capitalists in Ambrose.”

“Back then, there was a period where the price of grain in Ambrose was too high, leading to famine in local impoverished areas, and many independent apprentices, small workshop craftsmen, and independent small merchants died.”

“The nobles would rather let the food rot, or export it at a high price, and would absolutely not sell it to impoverished urban areas.”

“The capitalists of Ambros, in order to get sufficient labor, sided with the poor ones to pressure the nobles to lower grain prices.”

“However, the capitalists soon discovered that after lowering grain prices, their labor costs were also reduced.”

“Then, they continuously tried to reduce grain prices.”

“They even paid off my beloved apprentice, allowing her to whisper sweet nothings to the Grand Viscount every day.”

“As a result, the price of grain dropped from the original 1 bushel to 6.5 pennies, to now 1 bushel is 2.9 pennies.”

“Next, the Grand Viscount mysteriously died, and my beloved apprentice was framed as the witch who killed the Grand Viscount. These are all shameful slanders.”

The Griffin Knight seemed to understand something.

So the conflict in this country was due to the enactment of a bill.

Ivita looked suspiciously at the Old Witch. “Do you believe in your apprentice? Are you sure that what your apprentice said in her letters is true?”

The Old Witch, who had been pretending to be grieving, suddenly became serious. After thinking earnestly, she said decisively to Ivita, “I don’t believe her. I suspect she lied about at least some of it.”

“…” said the Griffin Knight.

The Griffin Knight had always thought that the old witch and her apprentice had a good relationship. Otherwise, she wouldn’t constantly bring her up when speaking with Lord Ivita.

Unexpectedly, even such a good relationship could not exchange trust.

Ivita was not at all surprised by the Old Witch’s answer. If she could trust others, that would be strange. “If that’s the case, as long as the nobles and the city council talk it out properly, the matter could be resolved. However, this is precisely the most unlikely scenario.”

“The city capital wants to lower grain prices, but a decrease in grain prices would hurt the farmers. If grain prices drop too much, it would mean the nobles’ estates would not make much money.”

“And while the nobles want to raise grain prices, expensive grain hurts the workers. If grain prices are too high, it would result in famine in many areas.”

“And just at this time, the Grand Viscount mysteriously died. Regardless of the truth of his death, the long-standing conflicts between the two sides were about to erupt.”

Ivita’s heart sank, the most frightening thing was the curses from the Sons of the Forest that exacerbated the conflict.

He remembered that before the Duke of the Forest died, he cursed all the farmlands in the Ambros Basin using the prophecy system of the priests.

Soon, the conflict over the grain bill in Ambros will become even more intense with the looming famine.

This was also a major reason why he didn’t plan on having Baron Moro’s territory engage in agricultural operations.

Ivita turned to the Griffin Knight, “So Griffin, who do you think we should side with?”