The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 211 - 149: Witch Cemetery (4122)_2

Chapter 211: Chapter 149: Witch Cemetery (4122)_2

Through the window, the civilians were seen carrying bricks and other materials. These supplies were purchased for the reconstruction of the village, and the scene was bustling with activity.

The construction of the soap factory and the expansion of the blast furnace were also underway.

The entire domain was in a period of rapid development.

The Old Witch turned to Ivita and said, "My Lord, I think I know what that cemetery is."

"That town is not as simple as it appears. We absolutely must not interfere with it for now."

"I knew it, I knew there was a cemetery, I said I couldn’t have seen wrong," said the Knight Griffin.

The Old Witch replied, "The eyes of mortals are extremely unreliable. They have low spiritual discernment and are easily influenced and distorted. The higher the rank of the knight, the less likely they are to distort what they see."

"Ha-ha, I knew I wasn’t wrong," the Knight Griffin cheered upon hearing the Old Witch’s explanation.

The Old Witch sternly stared at him. "No, quite the contrary."

"There is no evidence to suggest that the cemetery you saw is its true appearance."

The Knight Griffin’s smile was frozen.

Ivita also understood the implication.

Yes.

The sights seen by mortal soldiers were the most severely distorted, followed by the sights seen by knight attendants, which were twisted to some extent, and then came what the Knight Griffin saw.

But who knows, is the sight seen by the formal knights real?

Or is it also just a partially twisted sight?

The Knight Griffin also realized this and became despondent. "My Lord, I apologize."

"We went around the town and still haven’t gathered any useful information."

"But what exactly is that cemetery?"

The Old Witch told Ivita, "My Lord, each witch is independent."

"Even in the apprentice stage, they all want to steal everything their teachers know and then establish their own strength."

"It’s extremely rare for a group of witches to gather in one place."

"Since there is no Wizard Tower there, it means that the area is not an academic home for witches. Yet, they still gather together, even falling in love with ordinary people..."

As the Old Witch said the words ’in love with each other’, she felt a sense of revulsion.

The Old Witch said, "Anyway, there must be a reason for it. Now I know that the cemetery is the infamous Witch Cemetery!"

Ivita stared at the Old Witch in puzzlement.

The Old Witch continued to explain, "I have told you before, every witch who wishes to become a formal witch needs to possess Destiny Magic, a Magic Source, and a soul with a spiritual structure."

"The problem lies in the fact that obtaining a Magic Source requires either good luck or a lot of resources and wealth."

"Digesting the Magic Source requires an individual’s natural talent and the courage to take great risks."

Ivita thought of his swallowing of the Water Dragon’s Tooth.

Does this thing require risk-taking too?

He didn’t sense any risks at all.

The Old Witch also glanced complexly at Ivita, who was special. "Hence, some witches began to think about how to reduce the spell risk they need to bear, and how to reduce the difficulty of obtaining the Source of Magic."

"Eventually they came up with a solution - sharing."

Ivita felt a headache coming on.

Was this like the witch’s version of shared bikes?

Was it even possible for the Source of Magic to be shared?

Ivita said, "Does this thing need to be shared? I’ve always thought that at least each witch should have one."

The Hearthstone Grand Witch sighed, "This is the flaw of a genius."

"Your speech is as if you are out of touch with reality. For ordinary witch apprentices who are not sufficiently talented, this is their best way out."

Ivita coughed.

Something was wrong.

He had become Emperor Hui of Jin.

He’d just said ’Why not eat minced meat.’

Becoming more and more detached from the bottom layer, this must be a common problem for all lords.

The advantage of Ivita also lies here. He has the experience of living an ordinary life different from the lords who have enjoyed privileges since birth, so he is better at considering for the ordinary people compared to the nobility.

Most nobles are not irresponsible, but their education from childhood has limited their thinking.

However, Ivita had never come into contact with magic before.

He had always used his own standards to imagine the lives of ordinary wizards and witches, which was greatly deviated from the truth.

The old witch coughed, pulled the conversation back, and continued to say: "What the Griffin Knight said earlier has led me to guess some possibilities. However, I think the greatest possibility is that the graveyard is a witch graveyard for sharing the source of magic."

Ivita nodded, "I see, the witches of that small town stay together because they needed to share magic."

"They must have also created a cultural system similar to clan values in order to maintain their unity."

"So, it’s a witch town?"

Ivita felt troubled, if he wanted to explore the ruins of the shrine in Kappa Town, he would have to intrude the town.

However, he would have to face the witches.

Of course, he might be able to achieve these goals through trades.

But trading with witches was undoubtedly like asking a tiger for its skin.

A witch town was indeed not something he could touch freely at the moment, the secrets about the Thousand-Year Fire and the Law seemed to be put aside.

No wonder, the Pan God wanted the Wild Boar Knights Group to destroy the altar there.

However, why did the Pan God want to destroy the altar there?

Where did those witches come from and why did they live there?

Could they be descendants of the Three Witches of the East?

The old witch continued to say: "The witch graveyard would accept the witches from the witch families who have passed away and bury them in the witch’s graveyard."

"This is equivalent to creating a small afterlife world where each witch would leave behind residual magic power there when they are about to die."

"Over time, the witch’s graveyard will generate the power of ancestors, a power that is shared."

The old witch said: "There is a benefit to this. Even the small witches can get a portion of the power from the ancestors to strengthen their mana."

"Such a gentle source of magic power also undoubtedly reduces the risk for witches with less talent to advance to full-fledged witches."

"However, in the final analysis, this is nothing more than group behavior of a group of elderly, weak, sick, and disabled wolves."

The Hearthstone Witch was extremely contemptuous of this. "Witches that can’t stand alone are waste, even their value of existence is nonexistent."

"The witches who advanced from the Witch’s Graveyard are entwined by the power of their ancestors for a lifetime."

"It would be very difficult for them to continue down the path of becoming a great witch."

Ivita asked, "Why?"

The Hearthstone Witch bowed to Ivita and said, "This is because you need to create some false laws to become a great witch."

"Or to steal some of the power of ancillary laws. It doesn’t need to be much, but at least an amount."

"The witches bound by the witch’s graveyard, their souls are no longer independent, how could they stand at the pinnacle of the law and command others."

"Know that those who cannot command themselves can only be commanded by others."

Ivita nodded with a thoughtful look.

He said to the Griffin Knight, "Alright, I understand now. This matter really can’t be blamed on you."

"Take some rest, my good knight."

The Griffin Knight bowed his head in shame and left the room, "I’m sorry, Lord Ivita."

After he left, the old witch suddenly said to Ivita, "I want to go and explore the witch town a bit, My lord, please allow me to."

"It’s too close to our territory, and I’m worried it will affect our territory."

"I am willing to go through fire and water for you!"

Ivita shook his head, "I refuse."

He was afraid that the old witch would never return.

As for the words of the old witch?

It was fine just to listen. If you take her seriously, you lose.

Ivita said: "Put aside the matter of Kappa Town."

"I will figure a way out."

"Now, I still need you by my side to guide me in studying water magic."

"Only by finishing the magic of the Water Palace, will I not be afraid of someone hiring assassins to attack me while I sleep."

"How is that possible? Amelia Mirror Spirit will remind you when an enemy with hostile intentions approaches." The old witch was taken aback for a moment, then she smiled as usual, as if she had not been rejected just now.

Surely, it was quite difficult to leave the Demon God’s side.

I still need to find a scapegoat, huh.