The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 793 - 417 Changing Law _2

Chapter 793: Chapter 417 Changing Law _2

"He now controls the Iron Crown Law; he is the master here. In principle, the Lombardy Duchy is still part of the Holy Empire. So even your father can no longer take action against him openly."

"On the contrary, he must be treated like a powerful lord."

The Old Sword Saint said to his grandson Duravin: "Some things are inevitable, the world can’t always go your way. Rather than wallowing in sorrow and getting nothing, it’s better to think about how to make friends with him."

The expression on Duravin’s face fluctuated.

On the other hand, Qixiong, who was inside the Elephant Divine Weapon, suddenly exhaled. "I failed, I still didn’t get the Iron Crown, I let down the resources my family put in me."

"But I could see this coming from the beginning. After all, things around here were already so twisted and strange."

"Elephant God, we need to prepare to go back."

Not only them, many heirs in this country were either relieved that the monsters had finally disappeared, and they could survive; or disappointed, they missed the chance to get the Iron Crown.

But most people, after this incident, gained a clear understanding of themselves - there is simply no way there could be a throne gifted to you for free in this world.

When these people first came to this country, they thought they were incredibly lucky, only to find out later that everything was not as they had imagined.

Just as these people were about to leave, they encountered their familiar faces in the drastically changed Lombardy Kingdom, the Black Knights.

Out of courtesy, Ivita was preparing to host them in the castle that had just been cleaned up in the Royal Capital.

Night fell, and the heirs saw the grandeur of the wizard lord who had taken away the Iron Crown at the banquet.

At first, everyone was a little uncomfortable, but soon Ivita had them chatting merrily with him.

Without meaning to, Ivita told them that he had just unified Cross Island, solving the problem of Black Sea pirates afflicting various countries for many years, which surprised the various nobles.

Only then did they realize how different Ivita was from them.

When one sees someone similar to them succeed, they only feel envy and hatred, hoping you have no good fortune at all.

But when one sees someone extraordinarily superior to them, they will, contrary to usual, sincerely bless that person, no longer able to feel envy.

This is human nature, inevitable.

In an instant, the nobles at the somewhat plain banquet in the castle no longer looked at Ivita with a shred of envy, instead, they looked at him with hero-like admiration.

A young nobleman of minor nobility raised a glass to Ivita, saying, "To our king, to our hero."

"King Ivita!"

He downed his drink, and the other nobles also followed suit, with some of the younger nobles genuinely looking at Ivita as a hero.

Even many female nobles who had originally wanted to inherit the Iron Crown began to flirtatiously eye Ivita.

After a satisfying meal, at the appropriate moment, Ivita made a suggestion to everyone. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I know that many of you have come here with a mission from your families."

Many of the nobles at the dining table fell silent.

Because at that moment, they were indeed a disappointment to their respective families.

They no longer hated Ivita, but they still lamented that they were merely a stepping stone for him.

Ivita became a king, and they had to return to their hometown branded with failure.

Most of them were from middle to minor nobility.

It seems prestigious, but none of them are the first in line to inherit the family territory, not even the second.

Because these noble families would never let the second heir to risk a distant venture. In this era, the probability of the first heir dying is quite high, so families usually have a second heir ready at home.

Those who couldn’t inherit their family’s territory were willing to endure hardships and came to the Lombardy Duchy to try their luck.

But now, the cruel reality tells them that they will no longer have the opportunity to inherit any territory.

Ivita picked up the turkey on the dining table, cut it with a knife and fork, stuffed it into his mouth, and enjoyed the fragrant fat. "Why are you all looking so disheartened? You may not inherit the Iron Crown, but my country now is vast and sparsely populated. You are all more than welcome to stay here."

At the dining table, hundreds of minor nobles all gasped, and excitement and joy were reignited in their eyes.

Ivita’s words had awakened them.

Of course.

Why were they clinging to the Iron Crown, wasn’t that aim too high?

They would indeed profit from being conferred even a baron title by Ivita.

Ivita seized the opportunity to continue, "You are more than welcome to write to your family, explain the current situation, and propose to split from the family in advance. Ask your family for resources, funding, manpower, to help establish a new branch of the family here in Lombardy."

"From then on, you would all be pioneering nobles."

"Even better than your elder brothers who inherited the family property at home. Why not consider it?"

Ivita had successfully captured the most important aspects of the minor nobility - land, family property, and their desires to surpass their elder brothers who were more favored by their parents.

Under Ivita’s continuous assault, quick-reacting nobles had already kneeled down on one knee before Ivita, expressing their willingness to serve Ivita as their king, and become nobles of Lombardy.

Soon, most of the nobles at the table requested that Ivita confer titles upon them.

The once Iron Crown heirs that came from great noble families even began to have the idea that if the title that Ivita confers to them is high enough, they would rather stay here and serve under Ivita.

At the dining table, the nobles were discussing.

"Most kings merely become monarchs because of their bloodline, far inferior to Lord Ivita. Indeed, we should stay here, right here is our way out. Why should we return to serve our elder brothers who were merely born before us when we could serve Lord Ivita here?"

"Indeed, this is our best choice. But once we make a choice, we must forever remain loyal to our monarch."

Ivita raised his wine glass at this man and smirked.

This situation was progressing more smoothly than expected.

People are currently in shortage in the Lombardy Duchy, so he simply brought these people in, and also leveraged the resources behind them to recruit people and resources for the country.

It was like killing two birds with one stone.

Moreover, these people were quite outstanding. They deserved to be conferred as nobles and to serve the nation.

Next to Ivita’s left hand, Qixiong said, "Respectable Lord Ivita, I am very sorry, but I cannot accept your kind offer. I need to return to my family."

"But I value our friendship."

Ivita smirked and didn’t mind, it was his freedom.

Qixiong was born into a great noble family, and he had many options. It was only natural that he wouldn’t choose Ivita as his top priority.

Ivita didn’t hold a grudge against the previous misunderstandings between them and said, "No problem, my brother."

Qixiong let out a sigh of relief.

Ivita looked at Duravin. His men were tidying up the remnants of this country. While he was restoring the timeline, he preserved the members of the Sun God Sect and the King of the Ancient Tomb.

This allowed them to continue to exist.

The Hearthstone Witch and the Sect Hierarch of the Sun God Sect were checking the land for the remaining enemies, especially the puppet-masters from before. The King of the Ancient Tomb was in the basement of this castle.

As Ivita held the Achilles’ heel of the King of the Ancient Tomb, naturally, he could control him.

But Duravin...

Strictly speaking, they were his enemy, but they still hadn’t discovered his true identity.

The Old Sword Saint murmured, "Why does Mr. Ivita keep staring at us with such fervent eyes?"