The witch thought I am a Demon God

On the first floor of the castle, Ivita was wearing casual clothes and sitting on the main seat. On her left were Griffin Knight, Black Wolf, Old Witch and others. On her right were five bankers from the Republic of Belisarius. Likewise, Tal Tuckers was sitting on this side, too.

The chef placed the slaughtered chickens in front of everyone, and there was a chicken in front of everyone.

Black Wolf and Griffin were both shocked. Even if it was just to entertain guests, there was no need to spend so much money.

When did they become so rich?

Ivita ignored their thoughts. If it weren't for learning water magic, he wouldn't have let people kill so many roosters purchased from the people in the territory and old hens that could no longer lay eggs.

However, the washbasin water magic only requires chicken blood, so I simply let people cook chicken soup and roast chicken to entertain the guests.

After the bankers thanked the God of All Things and Ivita for their hospitality, they all tasted a little chicken soup, and several of them couldn't help but nod.

Although this is a rural place for Belisa left to the Republic, everything is real.

The cooked chicken soup is more delicious than any other condiments.

Ivita said to several guests: "Although according to etiquette, it is very impolite to discuss business at the dinner table."

"But I personally like to go straight to the point. I want to know how many gold pounds I can borrow from Belisarius' bank? How many customers?"

The bankers looked at each other.

They all felt that Ivita's behavior was a bit too sudden, but considering that Ivita was a wizard, no one dared to test the wizard's patience.

Therefore, no one dared to say anything.

Didn't even dare, and therefore felt dissatisfied.

This is the benefit of status. Sometimes, strength can cover up many shortcomings.

Opal Brown seemed to be in charge. He hesitated, put down the fork in his hand, and said to Ivita: "Dear Baron, thank you for your thoughtful hospitality."

"But before we talk about signing the contract, I want to know, what are you going to do with the money?"

Iveta looked at Tartax, "What, what I am going to do will affect how much loan I can get?"

"Yes." Opal Brown saluted apologetically. "According to different reasons, we will give you corresponding review."

“It’s not just the qualifications of the loan that matter.”

“Also, the purpose of your loan is also important.”

Ivita nodded, and he understood. After all, borrowing from the bank for gambling capital and borrowing for operating an industry are two different concepts.

Iveta thought for a moment and said: "Look, it is impossible to need a loan to maintain my territory or even repair it."

"But if I want to go further and develop the territory, I will need a huge amount of capital investment."

"I want to develop some handicraft industries."

After hearing this, Opal Brown whispered to four colleagues.

Not long after, he looked at Ivita with a wry smile, "I wonder what handicraft industry you are talking about, is it the wool industry or the cloth industry?"

"As far as we know, these industries have been monopolized by several republics and cities within Ambrose."

"If you want to participate temporarily, no matter how much money you invest, you may not be able to achieve the results you want."

Opal Brown understands that there is actually a type of money for which it is difficult to get approved for a loan.

It is the money that noble lords want to develop new industries, especially handicrafts.

Because basically everything will be lost.

Ambitious young lords always like to take shortcuts, but reality often responds to them with a cold iron fist.

And lending money to such people will basically result in no results, and even the principal cannot be fully recovered.

Belisarius's National Bank had a lot of bad debts.

Opal Brown only thought that the lord who was too young in front of him was probably such a person.

Tartax gave Ivita a hard look, suggesting that he had said the wrong thing, and that was what bankers feared most from anyone who wanted a loan.

Tartax laughed, "Actually, what Master Ivita means is that the farmland of the farmers in his territory is seriously damaged, and he wants to borrow money to develop agriculture in the territory to help the people in the territory survive." This winter.”

"It's cold in winter. If you don't have enough firewood and food, your life will be miserable."

"Really?" The bankers looked at Tartax suspiciously.

No matter how you look at it, it feels like this is just a smooth talk.

Developing agricultural industry and developing new industries are completely different.

For bankers, the honest development of the agricultural industry at least shows that although the lord is slow to repay the money, it is a high-quality asset that can be repaid steadily.

The latter is extremely risky behavior.

Opal Brown asked Ivita, "Sir, do you actually want to borrow money to restore the territory?"

Under Tartax's almost suffocating eyes, Iveta shook her head, and then said: "No, Tartax did not tell the truth."

"I not only want to restore this territory, but I also want to make this territory extremely wealthy, so that the people living in this territory can live the most prosperous life in Ambrose."

This is also related to the growth of one's own natural magic power.

Tartax almost covered his face.

Not only because the five bankers turned to look at him with confused looks, but also because he knew that Ivita's words would have a lower evaluation score in the eyes of real bankers.

You can't talk about your dreams in front of bankers.

In order to maintain politeness, Opal Brown could only say to Ivita: "You...you can't just tell us stories."

"We need you to provide better qualifications to prove to NAB officials that investing money in you is the right thing to do to the God of Creation."

"If it is what you said, even if we here agree to lend you money, we are afraid that we will not be able to pass the test of the officials of the National Bank."

Of course this is just a polite comment.

In fact, it was Opal Brown who regretted this trip.

He doesn't want to lend money anymore.

Next to the dining table, the old witch bit off half of the chicken in one bite, stared at Opal Brown and sneered, which scared Opal Brown to the point where her scalp went numb.

Opal Brown was a little scared, and her hands holding the knife and fork were shaking.

Yes.

After all, this is still the domain of wizards and witches.

Black Wolf, on the other hand, focused on chewing the chicken drumstick in his hand nonchalantly. He and Griffin were martial artists.

Who cares about these loans and banks?

So these two people simply turned a deaf ear to what Opal Brown and Ivita said.

Anyway, I don’t understand it, so I don’t care.

Ivita snapped her fingers and asked the steward to send sixteen strong soldiers to carry four boxes filled with cast iron to the table.

"I think you guys have some misunderstandings."

"What I'm talking about is not a story, it's a reality."

“The new industries I say I want to develop are not things from the future, but things that have already happened.”

Ivita asked the soldiers to open a box. Those jet-black iron blocks were more charming than the most precious pearls, attracting all the men in the hall at once.

Black Wolf held the chicken legs and said inelegantly: "Now we actually have so much cast iron in our territory?"

Ivita nodded, pointed at the cast iron and said, "These are the cast iron produced in the territory after we left it for more than half a month."

"They will be sold to Palvega."

Ivita looked at the five bankers and smiled. "Everyone, it seems that you lack self-confidence, so I let these iron bumps fill up your self-confidence."

The faces of the five bankers changed as they looked at the four boxes of cast iron.

"Is it really all cast iron?"

"Could it be said that you have mastered the technology of mass manufacturing cast iron?"

"If this territory masters the art of making cast iron, this territory will become one of the most important areas in Ambrose."

Five bankers left the table and went to the boxes, opening them one by one and examining them carefully.

Soon, smiles appeared on their faces.

Especially Opal Brown, this middle-aged man ignored Ivita's sarcasm towards them.

For bankers, they only have interests in their eyes. Faced with the sarcasm of the rich man, they will only think that Ivita is humorous and interesting.

Opal Brown gets it.

This is not only a high-quality asset, it is simply the arrival of the God of Wealth.

This is a one-of-a-kind, almost a piece of wealth that hits people on the head.

Opal Brown apologized directly to Ivita. "I'm sorry, Lord Baron. Because of my stupidity, I wasted a lot of your time."

He smiled and said: "Then how much loan do you need?"

“We can offer a variety of loan options, the most conventional is that you repay part of the loan every month.”

"Of course, there is also a one-time repayment of the principal and loan in the last year."

"It's just that this method is usually only given to the best customers, such as you."

"Generally speaking, if you loan for one year, the interest rate is 2%, and if you loan for ten years, the interest rate is 30%."

“How much do you need to borrow and for how many years?”

Iveta's eyes lit up, "What is the maximum loan limit you can grant me?"

If it is repaid after ten years, he can borrow as much as he wants.

Anyway, who can say what will happen ten years from now.

Maybe, he will become a great lord in a few years.

Opal Brown smiled and said: "On our side, we can loan you up to seven thousand gold pounds."

"No matter how much more it requires review by superiors, the procedures are cumbersome. Just certification of qualifications may take more than a year."

"Loans below 7,000 are not that troublesome. In fact, I can make the decision."

Ivita was a little disappointed.

But it's normal. If you can borrow money at will, even if the bank has its own army, it can violently demand repayment from others.

But it’s too much trouble.

Ivita said: "Then seven thousand gold pounds, and I will pay you back in ten years."

"In other words, after ten years, I need to return nine thousand one hundred gold pounds to your bank, right?"

Opal Brown smiled and said, "Yes."

With the cast iron shown by Ivita, he is completely reassured about this loan.

Next, with the help of Tartax, Ivita took her time and signed a contract with the guys.

Opal Brown, on the other hand, promised to have a professional team escort the golden pound to Ivita's territory in a week or so.

Iveta breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that the development of her territory could be accelerated.

In such a chaotic situation, only by being strong can you protect yourself.

Iveta raised her knife and fork and said to everyone, "Eat, everyone."

The others also raised their knives and forks happily.

…

After sending the bankers away, Ivita studied the second stage of mirror divination and washbasin magic every day.

The image of the soul inside the candy mirror changes every day. Sometimes it is a lion, sometimes it is a camel, sometimes it is a cat, and sometimes it is a dog. The image is ever-changing.

However, the old witch said that only the reduction of the image can mean that Ivita's mastery of this magic is deepening.

The ten pebbles that had been placed on the desk fell apart within a few days.

Ivita could only ask the maid to look for stones at the bottom of the river in the mountains.

This is the benefit of having subordinates. He only needs to concentrate on learning magic now and can ignore other mundane matters.

He learned mirror divination in the morning and began practicing washbasin magic in the afternoon.

However, the trouble with the water magic of this washbasin is that it requires putting a lot of water into the washbasin, then pouring sheep blood, cow blood, and chicken blood into it in sequence, and also squeezing various plants into juice. Mix it with dew and put it in the washbasin.

In order to prevent the study from getting dirty, he specially practiced this magic in the mirror space.

In order to prevent accidents, Ivita also took the old witch with her in the mirror space to prevent her magic from making mistakes.

‘Bang~’

As Ivita recited the water magic spell, the liquid in the basin, which was mixed with plant juice, dew and various livestock blood, began to rotate violently.

But then, a stream of blood exploded, at least three meters high, and all the blood in the basin spurted out.

The old witch's eyes rolled around, "It's true, because he has a huge spiritual connection, so even if the magic fails, it cannot bite back." ’

‘And his memory and understanding are very high. ’

‘Demons are the most talented beings in magic. ’

'I just don't know to what level he can ignore the magical backlash. If it was an ordinary witch apprentice, the blood in his body would have spurted out, and half his life would have been lost by then. ’

When the old witch saw Iveta pouring water into the basin and adding various materials into it, she quickly said: "Your Majesty, do you need... to read the magic book I wrote for you a few more times?"

Iveta was stunned for a moment, then said: "That's fine."

“Review the past and learn the new.”

"By the way, you go out to find Rayleigh and tell him that the people from the bank should be here in the next few days."

"You keep him on the lookout."

The old witch nodded.

…

At the same time, a group of cavalry troops came from the border of Moro territory.

A group of tall knights appeared in front of the toll station, and the leader turned out to be the Great Wild Boar Knight.

The Great Knight of Boar looked at the toll station not far away and said to the deputy beside him: "Because we are escorting that noble female prisoner, she is the person the Witch Queen wants. Damn it, it took a lot of effort to trick her away. The dwarfs, those dwarfs caused us heavy losses. So we can’t cause trouble now, we should just follow the rules here and pay the money honestly.”

The deputy looked a little embarrassed. "But this is already the seventh toll station. The lord of this place is too greedy."

"Don't be afraid, I smell the smell of the Hearthstone Witch." The Great Mountain Boar Knight thought of his nephew who had been chasing the old witch, but he still hadn't returned, and his face didn't look good. "There are also the smells of evil criminals I saw around that witch. We just need to help the lord here find them."

"The lord will naturally give us a reward."

"Wouldn't this toll money be back in our hands again when the time comes?"

Sorry =-=, I can only update once today, the author has a cold =-=

Will make up for it tomorrow. .