The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 184 - 133: The Maniac Who Hates Magic and the Difference Between Peasants and Slaves (4118)_1

Chapter 184: Chapter 133: The Maniac Who Hates Magic and the Difference Between Peasants and Slaves (4118)_1

Ivita and the Old Witch rode in a carriage, a gift from the Blacksmith Guild, back to their fiefdom.

The carriage was pulled by two robust horses.

The carriage was a thank you gift from the Blacksmith Guild to Ivita for helping them capture a spy sent by Viscount Winchester.

The poor female spy had just been beaten up by slave traders, then fell into the hands of the Blacksmith Guild; her destiny no longer had anything to do with Ivita.

Another male slave with black hair was assigned by Ivita to drive the horses together with the coachman who was also given to her by the Blacksmith Guild.

Ivita and the Old Witch sat inside the carriage, jostling along the way while Ivita was reading the Spirit Mirror Divination written by the Old Witch.

The two discussed the principles and usage methods of divination, and Ivita also thought that if the accuracy of Divination could be higher, it could be used to predict the seasons and weather, letting the common people in their territory know when to sow seeds and when to apply fertilizer.

The Old Witch knew nothing about farming, so she remained silent most of the time, with occasional ’hmm’ responses.

The male slave driving the carriage outside, Tartax, listened to these words, his eyes revealing a hint of contempt.

What a sorrow for a territory to be ruled by witches and wizards.

Tartax finally couldn’t hold back, and said: "Masters, magic is useless for governing a territory."

"Divination is not credible."

"At the beginning of the ancient wars, both sides would ask people to divine the course and outcome of the war, but often things went contrary to their wishes."

"If you want to let the farmers in your territory know how to cultivate, the best way is to ask wise people to observe the seasons, derive a calendar from it, let the common people in your territory use the calendar to guide the farming season, let farmers know the suitable time for sowing, for harvesting, and for fertilizing."

"As far as I know, the Sylimia Kingdom in the north has already been doing this, and the results have been very good."

"In the Sylimia Kingdom, whenever a king dies and the crown prince ascends to the throne, they will release a new calendar benchmarked against the day of the new king’s ascension. This practice not only improves people’s livelihood, but also enhances the King’s Right."

Tartax mocked magic, saying: "In front of knowledge, magic is nothing but a crude trick practiced by barbarians. Magic is meaningless; what magic can’t do, knowledge and the human heart can."

After completing his statement, Tartax was already contemplating whether the two barbaric wizards inside the carriage would mock him or beat him.

But he should not have been brought by a wizard who held only the title of Baron.

His target was someone else — someone greater, who could bring out his value.

He wanted to provoke these two wizards, so he intentionally, but also truly felt that what Ivita was saying was ridiculous, so he purposely uttered these words.

He didn’t want to really work as a slave in a wizard’s fiefdom; it would be best if these two wizards would throw him out of the carriage now, or drive him away.

Even if they mistreat him because of this, that’s fine.

Because it would be better. They had already checked this road well; their target was sure to pass by this road in the near future.

As long as these two wizards mistreated him and drew intense attention, they will definitely attract the target’s attention.

He could use these two wizards, use this wizard and witch as stepping stones, as a test for their target, this was a good choice.

Ivita lifted the curtain, her gaze sweeping over Tartax and the coachman. "The one who just spoke, was it Tartax?"

The coachman, fearful of getting involved, hastily pointed to Tartax next to him. "It was him who said it."

Ivita nodded at him and invited Tartax into the carriage. "Tartax, come in for a moment."

After Tartax got into the carriage, he stood bent over inside the carriage.

He was puzzled as why this wizard wasn’t angry with his remarks?

The Old Witch snorted coldly at him, then turned her head away.

She didn’t pay any attention to his so-called farming calendar and farming practices.

These things had no significance to the witch.

Ivita asked him, "I remember you’re called Tartax right? How did you become a slave and where are you from?"

Tartax lifted his head. "Master, where I am from is of no importance to you."

"I was once the second son of a fallen noble in the Sylimia Kingdom, I loved reading, but I was naive. I met a scholar on the docks who said he could take me away from my hometown to more distant places to see more things, but he was actually a pirate."

"I was deceived onto his ship, after a series of mishaps, those pirates were then robbed by the merchant you met earlier, and became the merchant’s slaves."

"So, I became a slave of that merchant, until you bought me from him."

Ivita could see a sense of disdain in his eyes.

Ivita felt more than ever that Pan God had warned her, not to buy this slave who was not simple.

The man in front of her seemed to be respectful to her, but actually he held utter contempt for her.

Therefore, she could not take the origin story he told her seriously.

Who could this guy be, seeming so hostile and disdainful towards her at first sight?