The witch thought I am a Demon God-Chapter 77 - 76 Wizards Instructions and Flames on the

Chapter 77: Chapter 76 Wizard’s Instructions and Flames on the Retina_1

Chapter 77 -76 Wizard’s Instructions and Flames on the Retina_1

Ivita swam up, her head breaking the surface of the water.

A village woman stood by the shore with a basket covered in red cloth, curiously staring at Ivita.

Ivita saw the Old Witch, who quickly rushed over. “Your Majesty, I’m glad you’re safe.”

If the Demon God’s body was destroyed, wouldn’t she be the target of its wrath?

Ivita found that all she could see was a curse and a formation map – the result of the fusion of three flame magic spells.

However, she did not know why, but this curse constantly dominated her vision and refused to disappear.

It was as if her field of vision was constantly enveloped in a ball of fire, causing everything she looked at to appear distorted.

Ivita speculated that the curse might disappear only once she was able to use it.

The Old Witch noticed the village woman and her eyes darted around suspiciously. “Your Majesty, are you enraged? Let me help you by killing this village woman. That would bring you joy.”

She turned her gaze towards the village woman, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

The village woman instinctively took a few steps back. “I…”

She suddenly looked towards the river and spoke to Ivita, who was still in the water: “Honoured sir, my name is Lolita and I live nearby. I went out to collect some mushrooms for soup. I believe you must be nobility. There are no signs of labour on your skin, and your hair isn’t dry and sun-bleached like mine. It would be an honour to serve you.”

“I happen to have some clothes that will fit you perfectly. If you are not averse to them, I can give them to you.”

Ivita was worrying about her clothes, which had been burned by her fire magic. The village woman’s offer had come at a perfect time.

She replied, “Alright.”

Only then did the old witch dismiss the idea of killing the village woman to divert the Demon God’s attention.

The village woman lifted the red cloth covering her basket to reveal some brand new linen clothes for a teenager. They were simple in design but clean and neatly made, and they had not been worn by anyone.

Ivita quickly got dressed. As she fastened the last button on her chest, her characteristics, a blend of mature adulthood and handsome boyishness, combined with her casual manner of carrying herself, impressed Lolita.

Ivita intended to pay Lolita, but when she checked her pockets, she found that the five shillings she had been carrying were also burnt by her fire magic.

How unlucky.

Those were five shillings!

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

While Ivita regretted the loss, she said to Lolita, “I’m sorry, but I don’t have any money on me at the moment.”

The Old Witch never carried money, as she didn’t really grasp the concept of paying for things.

Lolita suddenly laughed and said, “That’s alright. You seem to have some troubles. Do you need a horse? I have a horse from my son’s old war steed collection. I can give it to you.”

Ivita noticed something was off. What kind of person offers clothes, horses and an invitation to their home to someone they just met?

More importantly, why would someone out collecting mushrooms carry brand new clothes with them?

Is this a trap set for me?

Whether it’s from Alsace, the Wild Boar Knights Group, or someone from a nearby domain who wants to seize the Baron Moro Territory and has hired an assassin?

Or could it be someone from either the city capitalists or the aristocrats out in the territories who wants to take me down?

The Hearthstone Grand Witch clearly noticed something was wrong, too.

Ivita showed no sign of alarm. “That would be nice, but why do you live here, alone?”

As they spoke, they followed the village woman, Lolita.

The Old Witch surreptitiously moved closer to Ivita, informing her that she had not detected the aura of any practitioners on Lolita.

This was strange.

Could it be that ordinary people are now able to become assassins?

Or was this really just coincidence, and Lolita was simply being hospitable?

As Lolita walked, she said, “Noble lord, and respected madam, are you his mother?”

The Old Witch was trembling all over. Lolita’s question was more effective than any flame magic, almost scaring the life out of her.

She quickly denied it, “No, no.”

“I am merely a humble servant of His Lordship. My status in front of him couldn’t be lower.”

“Don’t spout nonsense!” she chided the village woman.

Ivita rolled her eyes, this was simply absurd.

Lolita turned a shade paler, quickly turned and gave Ivita an improper curtsy, apologizing, “I’m sorry, my lord, I offended you unintentionally.”

“The reason I live nearby is because my son once served as a guard in the Baron Merloni Territory, but because of theft, he was expelled from the territory. Seemingly, he no longer had any connections with that baron.”

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“Yet, he was still judged by the city council of Parviga as a spy for the nobility, and they executed my poor son.”

“All because Baron Merloni followed Viscount Winchester, slaughtered the city of Bisa, and burned down a city that had a history of five hundred years.”

“My poor child was hanged by the city council, and I came to the countryside to seek refuge.”

Ivita raised an eyebrow.

He had not expected that the conflict between the noble faction and the city council faction had reached a point of physical confrontation.

Moreover, the first to act was the noble faction.

Ivita remembered how Pan God had once lamented that what was happening in Ambros now was very similar to what caused the destruction of the Ancient World.

He wondered what exactly had happened in the Ancient World at that time.

Every city is now very sensitive to anything related to the nobility. He wondered if it would affect his business, but he assumed that no one would turn their back on money.

Moreover, what he was selling was high-quality iron, a strategic material.

As they followed Lolita, Ivita noticed that many redwoods, ranging from one to half a year old, had sprung up by the roadside.

He did not know whether it was because the Thousand-Year Fire was becoming weaker or because they were delving deeper into Ambros.

However, the more serious problem was probably that the de facto leader of Ambros, the Grand Viscount, was already dead.

And there is no suitable successor!

Before long, they arrived at a hill. There were a few homes at the foot of the hill, but only one had smoke billowing out of its chimney.

The wooden doors of the other homes were covered in dust and weeds were growing on the path. It seemed that no one was living there.

Ivita actually saw that there were horses – not just one, but three.

However, two of the horses were old.

When they arrived at the home, Lolita seemed to become nervous. She made several mistakes when talking to Ivita.

She said ‘exit’ instead of ‘enter’, and ‘extinguish’ instead of ‘ignite’.

She opened the wooden door, asked them to sit down, and brought them a pot of hot water, which she poured into two wooden cups and handed to Ivita and the Old Witch.

Lolita’s eyes flickered. “You must be thirsty. Have some water.”

Ivita took the wooden cup, frowned, and put it on the table, but the Old Witch beside him didn’t seem to care, she took the cup and drank it without thinking.

After finishing, the Old Witch threw the cup to the ground and let it roll away. “Your poison is quite tasty, but it’s a shame that you only extracted it from the plants nearby. This kind of thing can only paralyze the bodies of ordinary people. And you want to use this to poison a witch? You’re out of your mind.”

Lolita looked at her in shock. “You’re a witch! You’re actually a witch.”

Now unusually, she seemed somewhat agitated. “Why didn’t you say so sooner!”

“Did you cause the sudden appearance of that river!”

Ivita glanced at her, and with his gaze intersecting on the wooden wall behind her, he ignited the kitchen knife hanging on the wall behind her in an instant.

It was a kitchen knife made of pig iron, and although it was the lowest grade of iron, it was still iron.

At this moment, it started to glow red, turned into liquid, and dripped on the rammed earth floor, forming a pattern of a fire bird on the floor.

The Old Witch looked at Ivita in surprise. “Your Highness, you learned fire magic so quickly?! And you can ignite objects with your gaze, this is not ordinary fire magic.”

She seemed somewhat jealous in her words.

Compared to Ivita, she, a witch who still had to painstakingly trade with contract monsters, felt it was such a difficult and bitter process.

Ivita said, “I wouldn’t call this learning since I didn’t intend to use fire magic just now.”

“But when I got angry, flames erupted from my retina, followed my gaze, and landed on that kitchen knife.”

“There’s still a flame burning on my retina now, which is affecting my vision.”

“Could that be considered as having learned to use magic?”

Ivita turned to Lolita. “Thank you for the clothes you gave me, but why did you poison the water?”

Besides being scared, Lolita suddenly knelt down in front of Ivita and cried, “Please, lords, save my child.”

“I didn’t know you were witches before, it was my stupidity.”

“But it was all instructed by another witch!”