The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 155 - 119 Honorary Citizen and Antioch’s Decision_2

Chapter 155: Chapter 119 Honorary Citizen and Antioch’s Decision_2

This sword could hurt you at any time.

Now, Lord Prole is feeling this intense pressure.

He’s losing control of this army.

He’s like a cork that can no longer hold back the boiling water!

Amid the scrutinizing and doubtful gazes, Lord Prole continued to pretend to rummage through his coat pockets. He didn’t know what to do, so he tried to buy some time.

Where is the ring?

Where is the ring?

God of All Things, are you trying to kill me? At this critical moment, where is the ring that was supposed to be in my pocket?

Where on earth did it go!

Lord Prole automatically began rummaging through his pockets while saying, "Where is my ring?"

"Where is my ring?"

The Old Witch next to Ivita opened her palm and lifted it into the air so everyone could see, "My lord, is this the ring you were referring to?"

"Hehehe..."

The Lord’s army was in an uproar.

Lord Prole was both fearful and angry, his fury blazing. "How could the ring be with you? You’re a witch! Everyone, she stole this ring, this doesn’t count."

"Kill her now, and take the ring back."

No one moved.

Lord Prole turned around, stiffly realizing that the guild warriors within his army had circled the noble soldiers and were gazing coldly at him.

His army... was out of control.

Ivita, taking interest, looked at Lord Prole. "My lord, what do you think? Time to consider surrendering?"

The Lord glaringly stared at Ivita. He had prepared for today’s rebellion his entire life.

But it was all ruined by Ivita.

"Why would you help the Parviga City Council!"

"Who are you?!"

"Who on earth are you?"

The Old Witch stepped forward, in front of everyone in the hall, pointed at Ivita and said, "He is the new guardian of Ambros’s West Territory simultaneously appointed by Ambros’s City Council and Viscount Winchester, the new owner of Baron Moro’s lands."

"Ivita Augustus."

The Old Witch wisely refrained from mentioning Alsace.

Despite its significant reputation, this name may not necessarily bring positive effects.

The hall fell silent.

The remaining stubborn portion of the noble private soldiers dropped their weapons.

While they can act awe-inspiring towards the common people, they are naturally intimated by the rank of a Baron.

Peasants never dare to raise a sword to a noble.

In the entire room, Ivita was the person with the highest rank.

The feudal soldiers, who initially felt that something was wrong, now immediately gave up at the realization that the opposition was a Baron.

Lord Prole’s face contorted. "You... you..."

If Ivita was a commoner, he could accept it.

But now, Ivita was actually a Baron.

The person who obstructed his lifelong dream was a Baron—he could have never dreamt of it.

The furious Lord, trembling, pointed at Ivita. "Since you’re a Baron, why did you try to stop my rebellion?"

"Are you siding with the Ambros City Council?"

"You are a noble, why would you side with commoners?"

"You despicable man."

The guild members behind Ivita also looked surprised.

They hadn’t expected Ivita’s identity to be a Baron.

While the rank of a Baron is not high, he was, in this context, the person with the highest rank here.

"Ah." Ivita sighed, "Prole, I just wanted to do business with Lady Alice."

"You’re too extreme."

"Letting you control Parviga would only destroy its wealth."

"Moreover, I should have told you that the patchwork system of Ambros, embracing the advantages of a noble governmental system, a monarchical system as well as a city republic system, is what keeps Ambros prosperous."

"Lord Prole, politics isn’t about extremism. If you destroy Ambros’s stability, I won’t be able to do business here."

Ivita spoke calmly.

Lord Prole started to regret. "Just for that?"

...

On the second floor, Antioch Archbishop praised, "Impressive."

"This man is not a disrupter of order."

"The words he said are so much in line with my thoughts. Even if he gains more power, the Church could accept it. The thirteenth Holy War is about to begin."

"How we need such a rational king."

"Some of the current kings...hmph."

The Bishop of Parviga found himself speechless.

He didn’t know why Antioch would say that.

The Bishop of Parviga cautiously reminded. "Lord Antioch, he’s only a Baron."

"Despite being titled the guardian of the West Territory, but..."

Antioch gave him a sideways glance, suddenly smiling. "I say, do you know why you can’t leave this town?"

"It’s nothing more than your lack of precise vision."

"My eyes can see a person’s ambition and his limits."

"For a man like Ivita Augustus, I am not interested in knowing about his past, but I can identify his ambition."

Antioch said, "The Church values two qualities. One is devotion."

"And the other is having keen insight."