I was regarded as a demon god by a witch

Chapter 1 Fever and the Old Witch (for further reading)
Black Forest, in a cabin in Truffle Town.

The old witch swept across the boy on the bed. The boy in front of him was hot all over, his face and chest were covered with abnormal sweat, and his face was redder than an apple.

A demon hunter in the room with a two-handed sword on his back said, "Is he still saved?"

"This guy is the target of the mission I want to protect. If he dies, where will I go to collect my entrustment money?"

"Ugh."

"This is the worst deal I've ever lost. I originally thought that as long as I sent him to the kingdom, I would be able to receive a bonus. Who knew that there was a rebellion in the kingdom, and he was also seriously ill."

The old witch looked down at the young man on the hospital bed carefully, and suddenly sneered. "It's a fever."

"As far as I know, it was created by one of my colleagues. Mortals thought it was a natural plague, but they didn't know it was a vicious spell."

The witcher sneered. "More than half of the plagues in this land were created by you witches."

The old witch said bluntly, "I can save him."

"But I want this estate where you are."

The witcher has no objection to this. Anyway, this manor is the property of the young man and has nothing to do with him. "I agree. When he wakes up, you can ask him to sign the decree yourself."

"Let him adopt the manor to you."

"However, witnessing the adoption of the manor contract requires the approval of the priest of the church. Are you sure you can pass that test?"

The old witch nodded. "I have a way."

"The people in the church are the most corrupt. As long as you give them money, they can let the devil do business in the church. I'm just a mere witch, so what's the point?"

"Okay, I'll save this child right now, it's the last good thing I do in my life."

"It's ridiculous, we witches will save people one day."

"It's just insulting my entire career."

Of course this is farting.

Because in fact, it was this old witch who secretly cast a vicious spell on the young man on the hospital bed.

When the old witch saw a lonely and helpless prince, she fell in love with his last property—this manor.

She secretly cast a trick, just to steal the manor.

The old witch swept the boy on the bed contemptuously.

The man was dead long ago, his heart had stopped beating.

Even a witch cannot resurrect a dead person.

But it doesn't matter, she can use psychic spells to summon a low-level undead into this body, manipulate the undead, and make this body move.

Anyway, as long as the corpse can move in the eyes of the demon hunter, it will be fine.

After the witcher left, she could do whatever she wanted.

Witches never keep promises!

What can be obtained by deception, why should we abide by the agreement?

The old witch stretched out her hand out of the window, and turned her wrist, and suddenly a chicken in the chicken coop outside the window was summoned by her, smashed through the window glass, and fell into her hand.

'Karma~'

The chicken's neck was wrung off by her with one hand, and the chicken's blood spurted out.

The old witch lowered her head and smelled the chicken blood. "Well, it's an old hen that hasn't conceived."

Her fingers were stained with a little chicken blood, and then the demon hunter Hei Lang pulled off the collar of Evita, exposing the boy's chest.

With fingers stained with chicken blood, she drew an inverse hexagram pattern on Evita's chest, and then drew an eye in the middle of the inverse hexagram pattern.

These eyes are the eyes of the ancestor witch.

The reverse hexagram is a fallen magic circle.

So the combined language of the magic circle is - [here to voluntarily give up all the protection of gods for people, and invite all things to enter this body].

"Ahem...that's it." The old witch laughed wickedly. She only needs to say one more ordinary spirit-calling spell to summon a low-level undead into the corpse, making the deceitful demon hunter beside her mistakenly think The little prince has been resurrected.

Hey.

With this IQ, he is still a witcher.

The old witch quickly withdrew her fingers and was about to say a psychic spell, but at this moment, Ivita, who was supposed to be a corpse, suddenly opened her eyes.

'Ivita' clutched her head and got up from the bed. "Well, my head hurts."

"This is...where?"

"Is a movie being shot here? Where's my phone?"

The old witch's shriveled smile froze on her face, and she looked in disbelief at the boy who suddenly got up from the bed and came back from the dead.

She was dumbfounded.

The witcher Hei Lang looked at the witch in amazement. "I didn't expect that witches can really cure diseases and save lives. This is the first time I've seen a witch as good as you."

The old witch was so disgusted by the word 'good' that she almost spit it out. She never does good things!

Doing good deeds will ruin her reputation and make her ridiculed by her peers.

But the crux of the problem is not here. The old witch looked at the dead chicken in her hand in disbelief, and at the bloody fingers. She was in a daze for a while.

Did she chant the spell just now?
no?
Why did the corpse on the hospital bed move?

Could it be that she actually recited a mantra just now, but she just forgot?

wrong.

She didn't chant the mantra just now!
A terrible conjecture appeared in the mind of the old witch, and cold sweat rolled down the old witch's forehead.

The fallen magic circle and the witch's eye just now can actually call other existences into this corpse, but the chances are too low. Generally speaking, specific spells are needed to summon the specified undead.

But any magic has risks!
Could it be that her magic trajectory attracted the attention of some beings in the subspace, and followed her magic trajectory to enter this corpse?
Thinking of this, the old witch had the urge to pack up and run away.

She doesn't want any manor anymore!
And the hospital bed.

Ivita was stunned. He should be seriously ill at this moment, and he was dying. He had a fever of forty degrees and couldn't even get out of bed.

But why did he wake up in a strange environment, with a strong man and an old man in front of him?

At the same time, the memory of the original owner kept coming over.

Ivita accepted the memory of the original owner, so she could somewhat understand the current situation.

This world is somewhat similar to the Middle Ages, but it is more similar to the world in Grimm's fairy tales. Anyway, there are strange races such as witches, werewolves, vampires, giants, goblins, and elves.

People and monsters live together.

As for the identity of the original owner, he was originally the only prince and the only heir of a kingdom.

However, he was driven out of the kingdom by the rioting rebel army.

His throne was deemed invalid by the mob, and the original owner himself was driven from his homeland.

It is said that the riots were instigated by some powerful officials, and now the mobs are still selling the vacant throne to the public. Whoever pays the highest price can get the throne.

According to the memory of the original owner, the throne was finally bought by a big capitalist who opened a cotton factory.

During this process, the guards around him all ran away one by one, and the loyal old servant who followed him also died of illness.

The original owner finally ran to this manor far away from the kingdom.

This manor came from his mother, not the property of the kingdom, so he was able to keep this last property and live here.

But it seems that this last property made him be targeted.

Ivita clenched his fists. He could feel the unwillingness of the original owner before his death. Before his death, the soul of the original owner was wailing and screaming, complaining bitterly to the capitalists to use money to buy the throne that should belong to him.

Perhaps it was this unwillingness that brought Ivita into this body.

Ivita is a very responsible person. Since he took the body of someone else, he must bear the responsibility of the original owner, he thought to himself. 'Now that I have come into your body, from today onwards you are me. '

'I will help you to regain the throne that originally belonged to us! '

As soon as he thought of this, his body suddenly became lighter, as if his body became very light like a white cloud.

He devoured the last remaining obsession of this body, completely controlled this body, and made the soul and body fit perfectly.

Ivita glanced at the witchers and witches in the room, thinking.

Sooner or later, he will take back his own country.

But if you want to do this, you must not rely on yourself alone, you must have an army and a territory.

I need to organize an army to take back my kingdom!

The witcher and witch in front of him seem to be talents.

Find a way to make them stay, and it is best to make them swear allegiance to me instead of obeying me because of money.

"It's so hot, little master, you have a fever!" the witcher said while touching Ivita's forehead. "Your Highness, can you give me the commission you owe me before you die?"

"Your appearance really worries me."

"I'll get nothing."

The face of the old witch who was originally standing aside and wanted to cast a spell secretly to test 'Ivita' changed drastically.

She immediately stops the spell.

Because she discovered a very scary thing.

That is, a dead person cannot have temperature.

The original Ivatar must have died of a fever, and she knew that better than anyone, since she had cast the spell on the original Ivatar after all.

Whether Ivita will die or not, she knows better than anyone else.

However, it is impossible for a dead person to have temperature.

Ordinary undead and evil existence, even if they occupy the corpse, it is impossible to make the corpse warm.

What's more, it is still a fever, which is very difficult and complicated.

To what extent is it necessary for the corpse to realize the fever function?
The old witch kept searching in her mind, trying to find a way out of the magic she had mastered.

The conclusion: the Arabian Nights.

That's a big problem.

What level does an evil spirit that enters a corpse and revives it need to achieve this level? ?

The old witch stared at Ivita in horror, her muscles stiffened, and she stood there like a wooden man.

The other party can't be an evil god coming from the subspace, right?
Or is it the old outer god who was attracted by magic and came from the outer universe?
Anyway, this is not the first time that magic has caused terrible accidents.

Any magic must pay equal price and bear considerable risk!

'Boom~'

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.

A rough voice sounded outside the door. "Evil Hearthstone Witch, my righteous boar knight has discovered you and wants to attack you!"

"Under the will of God, you shall die!"

"As well as the owner of this manor who sheltered the witch, you can't escape either!"

(End of this chapter)