The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 262 - 178: Fishman Hunting the Graveyard Wizard and Ice Witch’s Sleigh (5119)_2

Chapter 262: Chapter 178: Fishman Hunting the Graveyard Wizard and Ice Witch’s Sleigh (5119)_2

The greatest realm in which an artist can unleash their potential is on a blank canvas, not on one that has already been painted black.

"You can leave the magical resources you left in my study last time there for the time being," Ivita told the Old Witch.

"I’ll return it to you once you’re back."

"In the meantime, I’ll have the Water Elementals protect the study."

The Hearthstone Witch’s expression stiffened.

That damned Demon God.

Like this, she couldn’t take the opportunity to escape.

Ivita expressed his agreement with Pan God’s plan, thus they again split into two groups. Pan God and the Old Witch left the castle ahead of everyone, riding a carriage towards the wilderness, where the Iron Thorn Fairy might be.

After Ivita had instructed the Griffin Knight, Rayli, Black Wolf, as well as Tartax and the housekeeper, and had the servants prepare the carriage, he wished to head to the city of Madalena with the Ice Witch.

However, when he and the Ice Witch arrived at the castle stable entrance, the Ice Witch frowned deeply upon seeing the carriage. Not only was it devoid of decorations, but the cabin inside was also narrow and low.

Even seating one person would be a handful in the eyes of the Ice Witch, let alone accommodating two people, with the addition of a coachman.

The Ice Witch flatly stated, "I won’t ride in that carriage."

Ivita: "..."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Small place, nothing can be done."

"We can’t walk there."

The Ice Witch frowned, taking a harmonica from her pocket and gave it a gentle blow. Immediately, a few deer calls could be heard from a distance.

Before Ivita and the imposing stableman could respond, they saw the sky darken as six adult deer with royal crown-like antlers appeared above their heads. These deer treaded through mid-air, pulling a luxurious silver carriage.

The six air-treading deer safely landed, bringing the silver luxury sled to the ground.

The silver sled was entirely hand-forged from silver, with cow horns decorated with a silver border and highlighted with sapphires hanging on either side. The design of the sled was luxurious and splendid.

Pointing at the sled, the Ice Witch said, "This is from Santa Claus for the Snow Mountain Palace."

"I can take this to Madalena."

"As for you? Do as you please..."

Ivita raised an eyebrow. So, this world also had Santa Claus.

No, the current problem was that the Ice Witch apparently did not allow him to ride in the snow sled together.

The Ice Witch got on the sled. Then the six deer vigorously surged into the sky. The Ice Witch told Ivita, "My sled can travel tens of thousands of miles in a day, so I will wait for you in the city of Madalena."

"You little wizard."

Standing off to one side, the stable man gaped as he watched the Ice Witch’s sled disappear on the horizon, with a dumbfounded expression.

After a while, the stableman came back to his senses, quickly turned his head and ingratiatingly said to Ivita, "Sir, I am the nephew of the kitchen cook, and it is a pleasure to serve you and your family."

"Do you still need me to prepare the carriage for you?"

Ivita nodded his head, "Call my coachman over, I want to set off immediately."

...

The next day, the Griffin Knight personally drove the carriage through the wilderness to the outskirts of Kappa Town.

The Griffin Knight stopped the carriage in front of the road sign of Kappa Town, then went off the carriage to see the wooden road sign of Kappa Town and said, "This has to be the place."

He gripped the wooden sign, trying to pull it out of the ground.

Suddenly, the wooden sign was bathed in a magical purple light.

The Griffin Knight’s muscles swelled as if blown up by an inflator, his Extraordinary Heart pounding rapidly in his chest. Then his figure ballooned. His hyper-fiber muscles strained mightily.

The tremendous arm strength and grip emanating from his body rendered the magic on the signboard ineffective. Unexpectedly, he managed to pull it out.

With the broken sign as the center, a formidable wave of magical fluctuation emanated outward.

The Griffin Knight laughed heartily. "Is this the magic that can warn of a witch’s graveyard?"

"Perfect."

"Who asked you to assassinate my lord? Due to my negligence, I have already lost my old lord. I absolutely cannot let this happen once again. Otherwise, where will I put my knightly pride!"

He discarded the signboard in his hand as if he was throwing away rubbish. Walking back to the carriage, he instructed the Fishman of Tides with his trident to alight from the carriage.

The Fishman of Tides swung his trident and suddenly turned around. He looked at a certain direction into the depths of the forest with his crimson fish eyes.

There were enemies rapidly approaching from there.

Meanwhile, the Griffin Knight got on the carriage and quickly left the place.

He certainly would not stay put.

Meanwhile, the Fishman of Tides who stayed behind in the forest, stood holding his trident, waiting for at least fifteen minutes, while looking at the depths of the forest with his crimson fish eyes.

Fifteen minutes later, three male wizards approached.

Seeing the Fishman standing beside the shattered signboard, they all exhibited vigilance, suspicion, and surprise.