The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 369 - 228: The New Fuel that Ignites Flames, Druid’s Nature Transforming the World_2

Chapter 369: Chapter 228: The New Fuel that Ignites Flames, Druid’s Nature Transforming the World_2

"If hell is the landfill of all worlds, then the pirate world is the landfill of nations," sighed the Hearthstone Witch. "Marco Anson has transformed a ragtag group into a nation. Although the pirates only have a Seven Seas Law Code, because of this code, they at least nominally have a nation, and The Church is restricted by its own laws, unable to declare war on a legitimate nation that worships the God of All Things."

She looked at the unconscious Vampire Wilson, trying to wake him.

Ivita observed the Hearthstone Witch attempting to wake Wilson and said, "The fire on the stone chair should be meant for testing us, now the Thousand-Year Fire needs firewood."

"Do you have any good ideas?"

The Hearthstone Witch glanced at Ivita, then tore a button from her robe and threw it into the fire.

The flames swiftly devoured the black button, but the next moment, the flames suddenly soared high, then spat the button back out.

The Hearthstone Witch said, "It appears it’s not the button, Your Highness. How about we throw Wilson in to try, perhaps his undead power could help the Thousand-Year Fire?"

She said this half-jokingly.

However, her own words enlightened her, she looked at the unconscious Wilson, harboring an intention to give it a try.

Ivita started to ponder. "The fuel needed by the Thousand-Year Fire of each era is always the main product of that era."

"Slaves and captives, the blood of debt slaves, the souls of serfs returning to their homeland..."

"But every time the Thousand-Year Fire requires something, it always strays further from human sacrifices, which proves that human society in Ambros is becoming more civilized, and civilization is overpowering the barbaric world."

"So, what kind of fuel does the Thousand-Year Fire need in a capitalist world of free trade?"

Ivita and the Hearthstone Witch looked at each other, the answer wasn’t hard to guess.

Because it was obvious that in a free-trade capitalist world, power was no longer the most important thing, the most important thing had become — money.

Ivita took out two shillings and a penny from his pocket.

He hesitated for a moment, eventually chose the cheapest coin, then tossed it into the flames.

Instantly, the flames...showed no change.

The Hearthstone Witch wondered, "Did we fail? No..."

Ivita nodded, "The flame didn’t spit out the coin that I threw in, yep, that’s right."

"We’ve found the fuel for the Thousand-Year Fire of this era, it’s money."

"It’s just that the single penny I just threw in was too little, it didn’t cause any significant change to the flame. We need to throw in more money."

The two searched their bodies and the wallet Wilson had on him and managed to scrape together about one gold pound in total.

They threw all the money into the flames. The flames surged dramatically, the original fiery hue now half gold, half its normal color.

Ivita and the Hearthstone Witch carefully felt the power of the flame.

The Hearthstone Witch reasoned, "According to this rate of growth, if we want this sparks to turn into a mature flame, even under the most optimistic estimation, we’d need at least fourty thousand to fifty thousand pounds."

"Your Highness, even if you were to sell all your current territories, you would not be able to accumulate this amount of money."

Upon hearing this number, Ivita rolled his eyes. "There’s no way I’m paying that."

"This money needs to come from the taxes of the people all over Ambros."

The Hearthstone Witch said, "Ambros no longer has a central government."

"Moreover, even if you tell them what we know now, I doubt anyone would give donations. They’re all too busy waging wars."

"I will not pay this money myself," Ivita said with undeniable conviction. "This is a principle by which I live."

Ivita held up the flame on the stone chair, closed her right eye, and the sea of fire on her left eye’s retina immediately generated a suction force, drawing in a portion of the Thousand-Year Fire flame that had turned golden. This way, she could temporarily store this flame. "I will find a way to write to the city council of Ambros and Viscount Winchester."

"I will also send someone with evidence to convince them to halt their wars and focus on the Thousand-Year Fire. But if this fails, then I will have to find another way."

"First, I will try to cooperate with them. If we can’t cooperate..."

Ivita hesitated, not finishing her sentence. If cooperation was impossible, she would have to personally take control of this land for the sake of Ambros’s eight million inhabitants as a last resort.

But not now.

Her own army is not yet strong enough at this time.

Upon further reflection, it is clear that she would need a vast amount of land as her home front if she were to wage war with the Alsace Kingdom.

Currently, Ivita is caught between whether to take control of Ambros or not.

If everything is resolved smoothly, then there is no need for her to take over Ambros. However, if things do not go well, it would mean that fate is nudging her to rule over the land and eight million people.

Ivita reasoned that regardless of what happens, she first needs to increase her power.

Taking over Ambros with her current vested influence would do more harm than good, akin to a snake swallowing an elephant.

However, if she became stronger, perhaps acquired another Viscount’s territory, or even seized the territory and expanded it into an Earl’s during that opportunity, she could bring a new order to Ambros, away from the wars.

Ivita murmured to herself, "Republic of Belisarius..."

This nation had had friction with the pirate world, maybe they could be of help in the future.

That’s right, the highest administrative body of the Republic of Belisarius, the [National Bank], had previously loaned her seven thousand gold pounds. It looked like she could borrow money from their National Bank again.

Suddenly, the corpse pool in front let out a sound, and Pan emerged from it, his body wrapped in immense power.

Simultaneously, a silver flame flew out of the pit, breaking through the rock wall and rushing into the sky.

Pan also jumped up fiercely, breaking through the rock wall and charging straight out. Ivita and the Hearthstone Witch quickly followed with Wilson.

By coming to this temple, Ivita not only found out the greatest secret of the Thousand-Year Fire, but also received a map to an [Ancient Container] from the ancient world.

At this moment, the duo followed the opening created by Pan and emerged back to the surface, but instantly felt the sunlight incredibly blinding.

Ivita and the Hearthstone Witch looked up to find two suns had appeared in the sky.

That’s why the sunlight was incredibly blinding.

Ivita saw that besides the original sun, there was a dazzling fireball. The fireball flickered inconsistently, but it looked like a tunnel. Sometimes the flames erupting from the tunnel were stronger, other times weaker, resulting in the inconsistent brightness of the fireball.

The Hearthstone Witch said to Ivita, "Your Highness, that is... that... it doesn’t feel like a Celestial Sphere of a small world like the graveyard. What Pan brought out from the temple... might be something like a real sun. I fear the whole world might have seen this spectacle."

Standing under the light of the two suns, Pan raised his hands and said with an enthusiasm Ivita had never seen before, "The Fire Elemental Plane Crown of the Druids has been retrieved."

Then, the sky suddenly darkened, and a blue circular tunnel appeared around the two suns.

It made it seem as though there was an additional large blue water sphere in the sky.

Three spheres stood side by side above the sky.

Pan was both shocked and thrilled. "The Water Elemental Plane of the Druids has also been opened."

"Only the Wind Elemental Plane and Earth Elemental Plane are yet to be opened, once they are, it would be the equivalent of us regaining the crowns of the four kingdoms. We can again compete with other countries. Our plan to recreate nature can be restarted."

Pan’s figure gradually faded, and he disappeared right on the spot.

Ivita blinked, unsure of what Pan’s mentioned plan to recreate nature meant. However, she knew that what truly caused the Druids to be condemned and disliked by everyone was surely not just simple human experimentation.

Could it be that these individuals plan to target nature for their experiments?