I was regarded as a demon god by a witch

Chapter 44 Let the enemy not guess your operation

Angel led them into the castle, on the first floor of the castle.

He asked Brandon to go to the hall on the second floor first to meet with the Barons of Morrow.

Branton was a little scared, because in this way, he would be separated from Ivita and others.

But he had to go upstairs first, otherwise it would look too strange.

Angel took Ivita and others to the side hall on the first floor.

In the side hall, he dismissed the maid who entered with a blank expression, and said to Ivita and the others: "Before meeting the baron, you must remove your weapon and armor and pass my inspection."

Evita froze for a moment.

Because disarming the weapon will be very detrimental to one's own side.

And the other party will soon discover [Executioner], [Broken Steel Sword], and the old witch's expensive Mithril twin swords.

At this moment, Hei Lang suddenly laughed. "You don't even need to take off your armor and weapons to meet the king."

"Why is your Baron so special?"

"Your Excellency is too much."

Angel's face changed slightly.

Evita suddenly thought.

By the way, this is not ancient China.

The custom here is that seeing important people does not require disarming.

The Son of the Forest masquerading as a human officer was purely trying to embarrass them.

Moreover, it's hard to say, if they really disarmed, whether the other party would kill them the next moment.

Angel said forcefully: "This is our rule here."

"you……"

Black Wolf said: "It is also possible to disarm. But we need spices, soap, bath water boiled in a warm spring, and four young and beautiful maids, as well as clean clothes suitable for the four of us as gentlemen and ladies." .”

Ivita estimated that according to the prices in this world, this set would cost at least a hundred gold pounds.

Even more than that.

Angel was obviously dumbfounded, he said strangely: "What are you talking about?"

Black Wolf was outspoken. "To meet the king of Alsace, it is true that you need to disarm, take off your armor and put on your clothes, but there will be a special etiquette department to teach you how to learn the etiquette of meeting the king."

"We will also provide hot spring water, beautiful clothes and food."

"If it is the Frankish Empire next to the Kingdom of Alsace, then the cost of meeting that Majesty once is even more astronomical, and these are provided by the other party to us, the audience."

Ivita continued, "Since Your Excellency asked us to disarm us, then we also ask Your Excellency to provide us with equal or similar treatment."

Angor was silent.

Silent because of poverty.

A few minutes later, a dangerous look flashed in his eyes. "I see, well, I'll take you to see the Baron."

"Come with me."

Evita breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that this hurdle has been passed again.

I hope there will be no more moths in the future.

Angel led them out of the side hall and came to the hall on the second floor.

At this time, the hall was full of people, some middle-aged people sat on the high wooden stools provided by the baron, and some young attendants stood beside these middle-aged people.

These people should all be vassals of the Moluo family.

There are many formal knights and knight attendants in it, which is all the background of this baronie.

When they got here, Hei Lang and the others became nervous.

Because ironically, the Son of the Forest, who replaced Baron Molo, could order these human vassals to deal with them through feudal law.

And Baron Morrow was sitting on the chair in the middle, reprimanding Blanton who bowed his head and remained silent. "As I said, there are no ogres."

"do you understand?"

"I'll say it again, there are no ogres in Baron Morrow's territory!"

Poor Brenton was so scolded that he dared not say a word, and his palms were shaking.

Ivita came over and said calmly: "No, I saw ogres in your territory with my own eyes."

"As the person who reminds you, you must give me a reward. If you don't believe me, you can find a place where I can tell you what happened in detail."

He walked over, and when Branton saw Iveta coming, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior.

The vassals and knights of the Moluo family who were watching the theater were all whispering.

"Which family is this boy from? So bold! He even dared to speak against the baron."

"It doesn't seem like someone from our barony, but a nearby nobleman?"

"I look like an explorer. Maybe a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, or the second son of a nobleman who came out to practice?"

"I still admire him, haha..."

Baron Molo's face darkened, and he swept over Ivita.

After hearing the voices of the knights, he clenched his fists even more, suppressing his anger.

It seems that he should have sent someone to arrest these explorers in the afternoon.

Unexpectedly, when the army was about to force the palace, such a big mistake would happen because of these explorers, it is hateful.

Baron Morrow said: "In that case, you and Branton will go to the side hall with me and talk."

"Now, immediately, Angel, you are here to preside over the situation here."

Baron Molo stood up, his figure was unusually tall, like the tallest pillar among all the pillars, supporting the atmosphere and situation of the scene.

He walked into the side hall, and Branton, Ivita and others followed immediately.

After entering the small side hall next to the hall, the wooden door was immediately closed.

There is only one maid, Baron Molo, Branton, Iveta, Rayleigh, the old witch and the black wolf.

Baron Morrow looked at Branton angrily. "What on earth do you want to do, kid? I told you a long time ago. You don't have a younger sister at all, and now you have come up with another fake news about an ogre."

"Guests, don't believe what he said."

"Let's go drink some bars together. All the expenses are paid by me. I have prepared a lot of drinks in the castle. It's better to have fun with wine than to waste time with this idiot."

Ivita noticed that the maid walked around behind him and the others, blocking the door.

But he didn't seem to notice, "No need, Your Excellency the Baron."

"Actually, we didn't see the ogre at all."

"We did lie before."

Baron Morrow was dumbfounded, and so were the others.

Especially Black Wolf, Rayleigh, and Brandon, they felt that they simply couldn't keep up with Ivita's thinking.

What's the situation?
Baron Morrow looked strange. "You should know that if you lie about the news, you will be hanged? Since you didn't find the ogre, but you lied..."

"Hmm." Ivita pretended to sneer and started to play. "But so what! You're going to die soon."

"Lord Branton will force you to give up the baronship and the castle."

"Things like ogres are irrelevant, the baron's position is the most important thing."

Baron Morrow looked at Branton as if seeing his son for the first time, "So... this is a rebellion?"

"The purpose of seeing me alone is to hold me hostage?"

Branton hesitated, "Yes, it should be so."

Baron Morrow was speechless.

In his eyes, this baronial position is not much better than air.

He doesn't care about the hierarchical order of human beings. The children of the forest are relatively equal, and there are no monarchs and ministers.

He said to Branton in a very speechless tone: "I am your heir. After I die, my seat will be yours."

"If you really want it, well, I'll give you this seat in a few days."

"So you can't rebel?"

Branton: "Then I'll have to think about it."

Baron Morrow relaxed completely. "Then think about it."

Ivita noticed that the maid behind her left the gate and looked at them with a speechless expression.

She yawned, sat casually on a stool, and watched them as if watching a farce.

At this moment, Ivita rushed towards the baron suddenly, just to make a surprise attack when the enemy didn't know what he was going to do. "No, we want to hold you hostage and let you say in front of those people outside that you will give way to Branton!"

Brandon also rushed up instinctively, and everyone else rushed over at this moment.

The original maid wanted to stand up, but it was too late, and then thought of the baron's strength, compared with the strength of a group of explorers.

She sat back again.

In her eyes, this has completely become a child's farce.

An unrealistic fantasy of rebellion.

(End of this chapter)