The witch thought I am a Demon God-Chapter 73 - 72 Sword in Fire and Blood Magic (Pursuing

Chapter 73 -72: Sword in Fire and Blood Magic (Pursuing Readership)_1

Chapter 73 -72: Sword in Fire and Blood Magic (Pursuing Readership)_1

The iron-casting business is crucial for the territory, determining the future development of Baron Moro’s territory.

Depending on it, this place could either be a poverty-stricken territory, or a land so wealthy it incites envy.

It also determines the growth rate of Ivita’s sky attribute magic power.

Whether the iron-casting business is successful or not also determines the day when Ivita will be able to pay wages to his workers.

If he really can’t pay them, then there’s nothing he could do about it.

However, the wealth of a territory might also invite some potential risks.

The Hearthstone Grand Witch told Ivita that if a territory is too wealthy, some monsters and witches would stealthily come over, just like cats that smell blood.

Moreover, the nobility from all over would focus their attention on Baron Moro’s territory.

Regardless, Ivita won’t starve just because of the fear of choking.

He certainly needs a prosperous territory.

Before leaving, Ivita asked the blacksmiths to start the furnace and forge two standard one-handed swords with cast iron.

Considering there weren’t many knights in the city and most mercenaries are infantry, Ivita didn’t foolishly forge two-handed swords that require both hands to wield.

A one-handed sword is much shorter and more convenient than a two-handed sword.

This could better demonstrate to the wealthy clans in the city, the excellence of cast iron as a material.

Just as one of the swords was about to take shape under the skilled blacksmith’s work, and the red-hot iron piece was about to be embedded into the wooden handle.

The Hearthstone Grand Witch suddenly rushed up, took out a glass bottle filled with red liquid and a glass bottle filled with green liquid from her pocket.

She poured the red liquid onto the red-hot sword, and immediately the sword’s body sizzled and smoked. At the same time, she began to chant a cumbersome spell around the weapon.

The craftsman was dumbfounded, looking blankly at Ivita. “What…what is she doing?”

The honest craftsmen were always afraid of witches and disliked them. Now he took a full five steps back.

Ivita didn’t know what the old witch was doing, but simply nodded without speaking, signaling him to keep watching.

A lord being too friendly isn’t a good thing, just like a lord who stays away from his subjects isn’t a good thing either.

From the history books Ivita had read in his previous life, he discovered that during the crisis of the third century in the Roman Empire, some military emperors who usurped the throne, in order to win the people’s hearts, ate and slept with the soldiers.

They thought they were being friendly, but in other people’s eyes, they were detestable.

Why we are just like you, yet you can become the Emperor and we can’t?

As a result, each of those people without exception, were decapitated by soldiers in their sleep.

If you want someone to hate you, get infinitely close to them, let them understand everything about you.

So, Ivita didn’t pay attention to the blacksmith.

This was normal in the blacksmith’s eyes, because there was an enormous gap in status between them.

The old witch stood up, and poured the green liquid from the other bottle onto the red-hot sword. The sword body sizzled and smoked again.

The old witch finished chanting a few spells and then glared at the blacksmith. “Continue hammering, finish this sword for me.”

The blacksmith looked at Ivita.

Ivita nodded at him. “Don’t worry, this won’t endanger your life. This is a witch who obeys me.”

“I will guarantee your safety.”

The blacksmith immediately became more confident, and marveled secretly that Lord Ivita was such a powerful lord since even witches obeyed him.

In the brain of this uneducated blacksmith, Ivita’s authority had reached the limit of his imagination.

Ivita frowned at the old witch and said, “The green liquid you just poured is the blood of the treant.”

“What is the red liquid?”

Please don’t tell me it’s human blood.

Ivita mostly guessed the purpose of the old witch, as in ancient times on Earth, many people chose to use the human body to confer power to swords when the swords were about to be forged.

Perhaps this was to increase the carbon content of the swords.

This was the mystery of ancient sacrificial rites.

But in this world, maybe it meant something else.

The old witch said to Ivita: “Your Majesty, do you want to use human blood to confer power to the sword?”

“The red liquid is the blood extracted from the body of Manuel the Wild Boar. Only one bottle of blood could be withdrawn. It should not be considered human blood anymore since he has already mutated into a dragon.”

Ivita said, “Why then pour the substandard dragon blood and the Son of the Forest’s blood on a semi-finished product?”

The old witch said, “Your Majesty, the Son of the Forest’s blood comes from the official priest who died in the living room during the previous war.”

“Because I want to see the effect of combining cast iron with blood magic.”

During their conversation, the blacksmith had already taken the sword out of the furnace and placed it in the cold water next to it.

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The temperature of the sword was dropping rapidly.

The old witch said, “In this world, the appearance of each famous sword is almost always accompanied by a blood magic ritual, even if the users might not be aware of it.”

“Blood magic has been overly utilized.”

“Blood poured on the sword seeps into the iron, changing its internal structure, giving the sword unexpected power.”

“Of course, the material of your Broken Steel Sword is a wonderful meteorite, and has advanced magic in it, which’s why it doesn’t need blood magic.”

Ivita was surprised, and said, “Can mortals also use blood magic to empower swords?”

“Why can mortals use magic, even if only certain specific spells?!”

The old witch said, “Yes, they can. However, many specific conditions need to be met, the knowledge of which is only passed down from father to son within a family and never revealed to outsiders.”

“So, I am ignorant of the relevant knowledge.”

The Hearthstone Grand Witch said, “Your Majesty, I have once asked my teacher why some mortals can use blood magic through specific secret knowledge.”

“My teacher said she didn’t know.”

“But, there must be a problem, a big problem.”

“However, since everyone has been using this custom peacefully for hundreds of years, it’s been largely ignored.”

The Hearthstone Grand Witch said, “My teacher guessed that these mortals, when they use blood magic, are merely using magic, not generating or owning it. The source of magic power may be a certain law, or an existence.”

“But if it is a law, it can affect people of various races in different places and times, and it must be a law of utmost precedence.”

Ivita nodded, the world is full of mystery.

Even a seemingly ordinary custom might involve a major secret.

Perhaps because the terrifying existences hidden behind originally need to leave laws on mortals.

Over time, everyone’s habits, whether they come from natural occurrences or the twisted interference of an existence, have become indistinguishable.

The blacksmith placed the cooled sword in the furnace for re-heating, then took it out again to slowly cool in the air. This was the process of hardening, tempering and annealing.

This was the optimized heat treatment process taught by Ivita.

Even without blood magic, the sword forged this way would be unparalleled and indestructible.

The blacksmith pulled out the sword infused with blood magic. “Master, look at my creation.”

The Old Witch gave him a glare, and corrected him: “It’s our creation!”

“I did the most important step, which is blood magic.”

The blacksmith glared back. He was scared at first, but thinking that someone was trying to steal his right to the sword’s creation, he was filled with indignation. “Hmph! You didn’t even touch my sword. How does it become something we completed together?”

The Old Witch was extremely angry. “I’ll curse you to death. I’ll make you get heatstroke…”

Wait…

The Old Witch suddenly realized, she said something she shouldn’t have.

She had used that curse before when cursing the original owner of Ivita…

Why did she have to bring this up?!

Ivita gave her a cold glance. “Master Blan is rather naive. Since you are one of my confidants, don’t stoop to his level.”

The Old Witch gave an awkward laugh and said nothing.

Ivita lifted the sword embedded with blood magic. The ordinary-looking sword showed two streaks of red and green hues on the side in the sunlight.

He asked the craftsmen to bring a common iron sword, and struck it with a single blow. The iron sword instantly split apart.

The Old Witch and all the craftsmen were overjoyed.

After all, it was a sword made by their own hands.

“This already exceeds the material limit of an iron sword, and the sword is incredibly light, as if it weighs as much as a ball of cotton.” Ivita ran his hand along the blade. “But swinging it down, it still carries the inertia brought by normal mass.”

“The temperature of this sword is still high, I suspect the dragon blood has raised its melting point.”

“It seems that blood magic really works.”

The Hearthstone Grand Witch’s eyes also glowed. She said: “Of course, it uses dragon blood and the heart’s blood from a formal sacrifice. These materials are truly extravagant.”

“If it weren’t for serving you, I might need decades to gather them.”

“Your Majesty, this is a sword that could be given a name. Please choose one.”

Ivita thought for a while and said: “Let’s call it the Sword in Fire.”

Craftsman Blan excitedly looked at the sword. He knew that no matter what, his reputation would skyrocket after creating such a sword.

Craftsman Blan said: “Master, this sword was created using the technique that you and us developed together.”

“It used excellent material and… and the peculiar blood magic. You shouldn’t sell it. You should keep it by your side.”

“It will bring you victories.”

Ivita nodded, then suddenly raised the Sword in Fire. Under the sunlight, the blade once again emitted a slight green and red glow.

Then, that sword seemingly absorbed the sunlight. The light seemed to concentrate around the sword, growing brighter until it looked like a burning flame of strange colors.

Ivita said: “Indeed, it’s remarkable. Such a rare strategic resource, I couldn’t just casually sell it.”

Even if money was lacking, he wouldn’t sell something like this.

“As a reward for Master Blan’s contribution to forging this sword,

“I’m promoting you to be one of the managers of my ironworks. I’ll ask the housekeeper to handle the specifics.”

Ivita said.

Craftsman Blan was overjoyed. Seeing Ivita was about to leave, he immediately pushed a small cart filled with iron ingots. He couldn’t move it by himself, so he called out to the apprentices in the workshop to help.

Ivita walked out with the Old Witch. He said, “Have Black Wolf prepare the carriage. We’re going to the nearest city, Parviga.”

“It’s a city with a population of over 60,000.”

“It is also the largest city in this urban cluster.”

“We can purchase charcoal there, and also sell our cast iron.”

The Old Witch didn’t care for that. “Your Majesty, I have been preparing some magic materials for you overnight, and compiled them into books.”

“You can read them on our journey.”