The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 600 - 335: The Taboo of Sixty Years Ago!_4

Chapter 600: Chapter 335: The Taboo of Sixty Years Ago!_4

Ivita brought over the tea, realizing that asking someone to find a fairy-tale character seemed like a tall order.

But as the Wind Bone Old Lady claimed, the origin of the Frog Lord tale lay around the lands near the Valji family’s territory. Hence, he wanted to hire people of all kinds to gather as much related information as possible.

Recently, Ivita had collected a lot of such information, but all of it ultimately concluded—that the fictional character of the Frog Princess did not exist.

There were private underground information agencies that had collaborations with some scholars. To curry favor with the lords, they’d written several interpretations of the Frog Princess’ fairy tale, the lessons it teaches children, and some conjectures about its origin.

Ivita was interested in the origin of this fairy tale, but apparently, the level of these scholars working with private information agencies was quite limited. None could give him a satisfactory analysis.

Leaving the adventurers’ guild of Maple Town, Ivita got into a carriage and had the coachman drive him to the core territory of the original Valji—Viscount Valji Territory.

This viscount’s territory was wealthy. On his direct territory, there was an underground information agency called the "Honeymoon and Snow Bar".

Half a day later, Ivita entered this roadside bar called the "Honeymoon and Snow Bar". After revealing his identity, he received a warm welcome.

Unfortunately, the bar’s mistress still insisted that it was merely a fairy tale.

Although Ivita expected it, he still felt disappointed on hearing it.

Before leaving, the still charming bar’s mistress handed Ivita a secret letter. "This is a gift for you. After all, I still need to operate on your turf. The news that you are investigating the whereabouts of a character from a fairy tale has spread around the underworld. Someone even asked me if you would like to find out how to pull down the sun from the sky next time."

Ivita raised his eyebrow at her. "Would you dare to investigate the current Governor of Central Harbour and his experiences from sixty years ago? This is not a fairy-tale character, but a real person."

After hearing this, the bar’s mistress’s face suddenly turned serious, even a bit pale.

She wouldn’t dare.

The Governor is incredibly resourceful and brutal. He is rumored to be a fourth-grade wizard who had stayed on Marco Anson’s ship. He is fond of human flesh and blood and was a notoriously evil pirate head.

Their small private independent information agency would not dare to mess with such a person.

Ivita said, "You see, even real people have information that you dare not, and cannot, find. It just shows that the fact you were unable to find the Frog Princess does not necessarily mean she doesn’t exist—it may just mean your methods are not enough."

If the parchment is real, and the ceremony of Law Grafting is likely real, then the witness, Frog Princess, must be real too.

The bar’s mistress turned pale and barely managed a smile. "Perhaps we are indeed not strong enough."

Ivita turned to leave the bar. He opened the secret letter, which turned out to be a war report from his subordinates—the Hearthstone Witch, Wilson, Iron Mountain Knight, and Knight Kelmu. It seemed that this recent war had drawn the attention of the underworld from various territories.

The report indicated that his side had the absolute upper hand. The Viscount Ice Wolf who had provoked the war was driven out of Meli Town by the Iron Mountain Knight leading a small cavalry unit within half a day. The Viscount fell into an ambush led by Knight Kelmu during his retreat, and was completely routed.

Next, Viscount Ice Wolf was trapped in a tragic situation, being incessantly pursued by Kennedy’s troops.

Furthermore, he was tortured by the plague and diseases cast by the witches and wizards.

In one word—it was brutal.

This battle was estimated to thoroughly deter potential enemies, showcasing Ivita’s power, and deter any lords or pirates who had intentions of taking advantage of the situation.

He could even go one step further and directly annex Viscount Ice Wolf’s territory, completely swallowing this semi-affiliated area.

Ivita burnt the secret letter using Fire Magic and got into a carriage. He murmured to himself, "My subordinates will protect my territory; I can rest assured and concentrate on the Frog Lord and the witness’s matters. But how to proceed with the investigation? If the Frog Princess indeed exists, why can’t we find any clues?"

"Either she does not exist, or it’s like the current Governor, where no one dares to investigate..."

The coachman suddenly said, "But the Frog Princess is really just a fairy-tale character!"

In the carriage, Ivita’s eyes were cold, for an ordinary coachman would neither know what he was doing nor dare to speak to him in such a manner.

"Who are you?" demanded Ivita coldly. "I was negligent before. Your heartbeat is one-eighth faster than my coachman’s. I should’ve realized earlier that you had switched places with the coachman. How is he?"

The coachman stopped the horse on the forest road, "Your coachman is fine. He’s just having a rest at the previous bar. As for me? I’m only an insignificant person. An anonymous stone, dung, faceless man in the dark night, there’s no need for you to know who I am. But you are different from me. Your prospects are much bigger than mine. However, the lord behind my house asked me to pass a message to you—you can’t continue investigating in the direction of the Frog Princess, because the implications are too huge."

"As long as you stop investigating, we can coexist peacefully without interfering with each other. Lord, you have a lot to worry about recently. The Earl is one, the Governor is one. If you want to expand your territory, the Viscount Ice Wolf’s territory is an easy target. Why bother investigating the Frog Princess?"

Ivita began to think fast, just who was this enigmatic person’s lord?

Central Port?

The Pan God?

Damn it, who’s man is this?

Why does this person want him to stop the investigation?

Sixty years ago, just how many people wanted the Duke of Cross Island dead!?