The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 146 - 114: Witch Anna’s Transformation of the Redwood Forest (5166)_3

Chapter 146: Chapter 114: Witch Anna’s Transformation of the Redwood Forest (5166)_3

Upon hearing this, Ivita broke into a cold smile. "The Mortal King’s plan is ingenious. Once sent to the snowy mountains, the daughter of Witch Anna automatically loses her inheritance rights to her father’s worldly wealth and power and is forever distanced from Ambros."

The Old Witch shook her head. "If what this diary says is true, then Rosmond also sent his own son to the hunter’s headquarters, the Adelaide Forest, to become a stationed hunter in the jungle, thus forever losing his inheritance rights."

"Rosmond is one of the most famous Grand Viscounts in Ambros, and the Ambros people see him as a great restorer."

"But now that I know these truths, I realize he is nothing but a villain."

"Even more villainous than myself."

"At most, I steal people’s possessions, but this man, driven by his own fears, has created such a tragedy, even allowing Witch Anna to conduct such dangerous experiments here! Damn, he’s trying to get us killed!"

"Cut the grass and pull out the roots!"

Ivita shook his head, "The suspicion of rulers is usually severe."

"Moreover, within this, the figures of the Son of the Forest and Pan God emerge. Why do I feel that the split between Witch Anna and Grand Viscount Rosmond is the result of someone stirring the pot?"

The Hearthstone Grand Witch considered it carefully and also felt something was wrong. "Your Majesty, this diary speaks of everything, but when it comes to why the Thousand-Year Fire periodically faces the danger of extinguishing and how to kindle the Thousand-Year Fire, it doesn’t mention a word."

"Even the places that did mention it were directly torn out."

"It seems that Witch Anna didn’t want anyone to know the method of saving the Thousand-Year Fire."

Ivita, unable to locate the body, slightly nodded in doubt. "But where’s the corpse?"

"Your Majesty, look at this, it appears she had some research results..." The Old Witch flipped open the diary in the middle and read out, "Through my relentless efforts, I discovered that by sacrificing spirit, I could change the law of the redwoods."

"Unfortunately, my experimental conditions here are limited, I could hardly use anything but my own spirit as experimental materials."

"However, after constantly consuming my own spirit, I finally saw results, even though I had lost all my spirit and couldn’t even preserve the body. I entrusted the results of the experiment to my parrot and used the last of my strength to send it away from the Clock Kingdom, to bring my results to..."

Ivita was baffled. "To whom?"

The Old Witch lifted her head and spoke to Ivita, "To Pan God."

Ivita was speechless for a moment.

He had a hunch that the split between Rosmond, the most famous ruler of Ambros, and the Witch Anna’s couple, was most likely the work of Pan God.

Ivita glanced over the withered redwoods and said, "Let’s bring the diary and the redwood back."

"They might still be useful. Just put them in your portable carriage."

"After you get back, look carefully to see if there’s any other part of the notebook mentioning the Thousand-Year Fire. Perhaps we read too quickly and missed something."

The Old Witch was overjoyed. Anna had mentioned many transformations of magic plants in her diary, and Anna’s witch rank should be between the fourth and fifth levels.

Even scattered experimental records and understanding of magic would greatly enhance her abilities.

This trip to the Clock Kingdom benefited not only Ivita, who gained three major sources of magic, but also her.

As the Old Witch packed her things, Ivita sighed, emphasizing the need to develop power indeed.

The tragedy of Anna and her family was that they truly had no intentions of rebelling, and so they were easily manipulated.

If they had massive forces and could seize the position of the Grand Viscount at any time, Rosmond would hardly defame them so lightly, turn black and white, erase people’s memory of the Witch Anna’s couple, and take the credit for himself.

Ivita sat on a dust-covered stool for a while. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his left eye. He saw the shells in his retinal vista cracking as if something inside was hammering to break the shell.

The fiery energy on his retina was absorbed by the egg, even shrinking a bit.

Powerful fire magic interfered with the cornerstone of the Clock Kingdom’s existence— the miniaturization magic.

Therefore, the house they were in began to distort.

Space was no longer symmetrical, the house started turning from a square into a triangle, the floor began to tilt, and many tables and chairs slid from the higher side to the lower side.

The Hearthstone Grand Witch noticed this scene, hurriedly packed things faster, and threw the most important diaries and the dead redwood directly into her portable carriage. "Your Majesty, your fire magic has been born."

"The birth of this magic has caused instability in the Clock Kingdom."

"We must leave the Clock Kingdom immediately and return to the city hall in the real world, we must go quickly."

Ivita nodded, as he had the same idea.

The Old Witch drew a door in the air with her magic power again.

Ivita rushed through the door with her. The next moment, they left the mechanical clock and returned to the city hall’s second-floor lounge.

Yet the lounge was still empty.

Ivita noticed a carnivorous flower by the door chewing a corpse. It appeared that while they had been in the Clock Kingdom, someone tried to intrude on the lounge but was attacked by the carnivorous flower.

The Hearthstone Grand Witch listened carefully, "Why is there no sound of fighting or roars?"

"Did we come back too late?"

Ivita went to the window of the lounge, looked down at the square next to the city hall, and saw that there was no one there, not even any soldiers.

Under normal circumstances, the square next to the city hall should be filled with several merchants and tourists, as well as patrolling soldiers to maintain the dignity of the city hall.

Ivita said, "I fear they are still fighting."

"We’ll know what’s going on when we go down and take a look."

"Besides, I’d like to try my flame magic."

The fire magic that had undergone several fusions was gradually getting stronger, and my control over it was simultaneously becoming more potent.

Probably due to several fusions, the unique magic that emerged had already been branded with a strong personal flavor. The newly-born fire magic could hardly find any paralleled magic in this world, imbued with Ivita’s personal imprint.