The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 100 - 92: The Special Magic Power Protecting the Spirit of the Republic_1

Chapter 100: Chapter 92: The Special Magic Power Protecting the Spirit of the Republic_1

Despite the agreement with Lady Alice and Captain Paul to enter Parviga’s city hall together, Ivita had a backup plan.

He wasn’t like Lady Alice. Though he was somewhat involved in these affairs, he could still extract himself in time.

Ivita whispered to the Old Witch, "If, in a while, Alice finds herself at a disadvantage in the political struggle, you can start looking for possible escape routes."

"Regardless of the outcome, armed chaos might break out after a while. If not a noble rebellion, then resistance from the city guild leaders."

"We’ll escape then, and check if we can seize the Water Dragon’s Tooth."

"Sure, my Lord," the Old Witch’s eyes lit up, as she had thought that Ivita was the kind of Demon God who insisted on staying to fight.

To her surprise, Lord Demon God was such a flexible tactician.

This gave her an extra reason to stay by the side of the Demon God.

Moreover, in the time she stayed with Ivita, witnessing so much, she had vague feelings of touching the edge of the fourth-level advanced witches.

Now, it seemed staying by the side of the Demon God was, perhaps, risky, but also advantageous.

At this moment, Black Wolf and Knight Griffin emerged from the guild’s house.

Both of them looked circumspect. Luckily, after a check from Ivita, both their bodies and the weapons they carried were undisturbed.

It appeared that the opposition had not gone too far.

Ivita explained the current situation, nearly causing Knight Griffin’s eyes to bulge in disbelief. His own lord was actually planning to infiltrate the city hall and steal their symbol of power.

Griffin always thought Ivita was a serious individual.

Demon Hunter Black Wolf spat on the ground, "Alright, Your Highness, we are going to steal the treasure of this damn city."

"I’ve really had enough of this ghost town."

"That so-called Lord Prole, I will make him pay."

Black Wolf was not a pushover. Any good-hearted demon hunter would’ve been rendered destitute long ago from wandering various locations.

If there was no opportunity, Black Wolf might swallow down the insult, but since there was a chance to undermine Lord Prole, why wouldn’t he seize it?

With these varying strings of thoughts in mind.

After following Lady Alice for half an hour, Ivita and his companions finally made it to the city center of Parviga!

The most important building!

The City Hall!

It was the afternoon; Parviga’s city hall resembled a residential building as much as it towered like a castle. Tremendously tall - at least eighty meters high, it loomed like a giant overlooking the surrounding modest buildings.

The height of city architecture generally symbolizes authority, which is why the taller the city hall, the better.

It’s the only way to suppress the arrogance of the city’s nobility.

In front of the city hall was a vast plaza where stood a colossal marble statue holding a hammer, representing Parviga’s greatest source of wealth.

The Old Witch whispered to Ivita, "The Water Dragon’s Tooth should be in a very conspicuous position within the city hall."

"But I’ve never been inside."

"Your Highness, you may observe where the Water Dragon’s Tooth is later, but you mustn’t be seen taking it in person, otherwise, we could fall into the shadow of being assassinated by the assassins from the Small Brotherhood of Trustworthiness at any time."

Ivita nodded imperceptibly.

Other groups of people were already stationed at the city hall’s entrance.

As Lady Alice had spent quite some time rallying the troops, they were the last to arrive.

Lady Alice and Ivita walked into the city hall, where the seats in the main hall were already filled.

Most people were forced to stand since the seats were occupied by middle-aged and elderly people dressed in finery.

After all, it was uncommon for someone young to seize great power outright.

Like the moon amongst stars, Lady Alice became the center of attention as soon as she entered. She was the president of Parviga’s largest guild and a young widow who ascended to power due to her husband’s death.

If Lady Alice got married, one hundred wealthy suitors would line up in front of her door overnight.

However, Alice had always understood an important truth: the best partner was often found in times of poverty.

Those men who pursued her for wealth would ultimately turn into demons that killed her.

To protect the Blacksmith Guild, Lady Alice remained single, and if all went according to plan, she would remain so.

Marriage would provide a means for others to seize her wealth.

Such a marital relationship was all too risky.

Most people in the hall nodded with a smile when they saw Lady Alice, but a small number of them looked puzzled and unsettled. How could Lady Alice even attend at this time?

In particular, Lord Prole, an old man with white hair and a fancy suit embroidered with golden bird patterns, kept looking back at Lady Alice in surprise. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he steadfastly wiped it off with a white handkerchief from his pocket.

His keen senses noticed something unusual among the people accompanying Lady Alice today.

His gaze fell on Ivita, who was wearing plain clothes with no embroidery at all.