The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 217 - 154: The Secret of Destroying Abbas’s Swallow and Reigniting the Thousand-Year Fire_1

Chapter 217: Chapter 154: The Secret of Destroying Abbas’s Swallow and Reigniting the Thousand-Year Fire_1

In order to avoid being forced to take sides, Ivita had no choice but to coldly receive the envoys from the Viscount Winchester Territory and Ambros City for a few days. About a week later, the two envoys had to leave with their respective parties.

After all, they could not afford to put all their energy into Ivita.

Both Dezmeter Armstrong and Sheru Bragg had to go back and inform their respective council and Viscount about the situation.

On the fifth day after the two envoys had left, the Old Witch barged into Ivita’s study in an extremely anxious state.

Ivita was reading a few magic books, waiting for the ten-tails carp in the washbasin to complete its transformation.

At this moment, the sudden intrusion of the Old Witch caused Ivita to raise his eyebrows.

The Old Witch said, "Your Majesty, there’s trouble."

"Viscount Winchester’s sister is dead."

"The woman that he promised twice that you might be able to marry."

Ivita raised an eyebrow in confusion. He didn’t even know this woman’s name, but somehow, he had an inexplicable connection with her.

Therefore, Ivita asked one more question. "How did she die?"

The Old Witch replied in an unusually hurried manner. "She was killed by an assassin from the Small Brotherhood of Trustworthiness. So far, Viscount Winchester has no idea who hired the assassin. It’s rumored that assassins who signed the Unjust Oath attacked her and brutally cut off her head."

"It was hung on the signpost at the entrance to the Viscount Winchester Territory."

"Tsk tsk, what a pitiful beauty to meet such an end. All her suitors are even more furious than her brother, they’ve even formed a group, wishing to take revenge for the Viscount’s sister."

"I am worried that you might be implicated!"

Ivita looked at the Old Witch in confusion. What does this have to do with me?

He had not only never met her, but he also did not even know her name.

The Old Witch said: "That’s what I’m worried about."

"I’m afraid that those people will irritate you, so I’m telling you in advance. Apparently, numerous knight attendants, even some young knights, have heard the rumors spread by Dezmeter Armstrong’s envoy team."

"They say that the envoy made a rash promise that you will get the Viscount’s sister—Lier Winchester."

"The knights, full of anger, urgently need a place to vent, and you are unlucky to have collided with this gossip."

"I am worried that they might come and seek their own death."

Ivita nodded his head, I see.

It seems that the Viscount often used his sister’s marriage as a carrot to dangle in front of the young knights and lords, and now he finally reaps the consequences.

One of those who were discontented had hired an assassin to kill the Viscount’s sister.

Ivita wondered, without his sister, what would the Viscount use to entice others now?

Out of the blue, Ivita asked, "I remember the Viscount doesn’t have a daughter or a son, doesn’t that mean he has no heirs?"

It’s very dangerous for a ruler to have no heir.

This means that the succession of power is unstable.

It also means that the possibility of subordinates rebelling could arise.

After all, no one wants to follow a lord who has no future.

The Old Witch explained: "The Winchester family still has some branches."

"When the main line is cut off, the branch line will have the right to inherit."

"Just like Viscount Winchester wants to inherit from the Ambros family."

Ivita nodded, I see.

He had thought that the Viscount Winchester’s power was about to disintegrate.

Indeed, this could easily happen without an heir.

In the afternoon, Ivita inspected his territory alone and found that the expansion of his iron foundry was nearly complete, while the soap factory could already start producing some products.

The original iron foundry brought him more than eight thousand pounds of gold each year. Now that the output has tripled, the gold he can earn each year should at least triple.

However, the soap business was still not stable, so the investment was greater than the income.

As he was riding his horse leisurely from the foot of the mountain to the waist of the mountain, passing a small grove, an unexpected figure appeared deep in the trees.

Ivita snapped his fingers, and suddenly a bolt of lightning fell into the forest.

"Who’s there?"

After the lightning struck the forest, many trees were split apart. Pan God emerged from the flames so that with each step he took, the flames were extinguished.

Pan God spread his hands open. "Ivita, my dear friend, we meet again."

Ivita’s face fell.

Why didn’t the Spirit Mirror Divination warn him?

Pan God pointed to the redwood tree next to his foot and said, "The Great Redwood Sea is about to return."

"The power of our Ancient Souls is rising."

"If the war from a few months ago were to happen again, Ivita, you would be defeated."

"Also, your divination obviously cannot detect my approach."

With a demonic smile, Pan God said, "In the doctrine of prophecy, the Druid’s prophecy ability can suppress any profession."

"A part of the Druid’s prophecy ability was branched off to become the Priest’s prophecy ability."

"Don’t forget."

"The Apprentice Level of Spirit Mirror Divination, no matter how much you bolster it, it can never work on me."

"This is the Druid’s special ability—Divine Concealment."