The witch thought I am a Demon God

Ivita asked them to put away their weapons, because the situation ahead did not look like there were assassins or knights.

Instead, in front of a stall, there was a young strong man wearing chainmail, who beat down five people who looked like homeless people.

The owner of the stall is an old woman who looks to be over seventy years old. She is very old and wears strange clothes. She is a robe made of fox fur, but there are silver-gray eagle feathers as decoration on the collar. .

You can tell at a glance that you will be very warm wearing that big robe.

From the crowd of people watching, Iveta learned the reason for the incident.

It seems that the five people dressed like tramps accidentally stepped on the old woman's earthen pot when passing by.

The old woman asked them to pay compensation, but instead she was treated rudely and unreasonably.

The young man wearing cotton armor who happened to be passing by could not see that they were going to attack the old man, so he beat them up.

The homeless man who fell into the carriage was kicked out of the carriage by the black wolf. "It's already crowded enough."

"Get off."

On the streets, homeless people panicked and shouted hysterically at young men in chainmail.

"How dare you hit someone! You're finished. We need to notify the mayor! We need to notify the guild leaders in the town!"

"We will not let you go, we will report this dangerous person!"

"My name is Gaslot Nubis." The young man said calmly. "I tell you my name to make it easier for you to report me."

"I am still a knight on a journey."

The faces of the tramps changed drastically, and they no longer looked arrogant, because since he has a surname, it means that he is a noble.

And if he was still a knight, then they couldn't afford to offend this man.

They just thought that the old woman was old and confused, so they dared to bully her.

"Even so...this is a town, and this is not the territory of your nobles!" A homeless man said with a guilty conscience: "This is the western border of the Viscount Kingdom, not your eastern border."

"I am a foreign knight. I don't know the difference between the Western Territory and the Eastern Territory." Gasrot Nubis sneered, "But I know one thing, do you have the right to the castle?"

“I heard that in towns, if a person is to be protected by town laws and treated as a citizen, a fortification is required.”

"Do you have any?"

Several homeless people were pale and speechless.

Gasrot Nubis pulled out his sword and took a step forward, "Ah, it turns out that you don't have the right to the fort and are not citizens of Cali town, so I will kill you here."

"The town court will only ask me to pay some money."

The faces of several homeless people changed drastically.

A homeless man hurriedly took off his shoes and took out three pennies.

Maybe this is all his net worth.

He didn't care if it was enough, he just threw it on the ground, then turned around and ran away.

The other homeless people saw this and ran away.

Ivita asked Rayleigh and others. "What is a fortress right?"

Reilly replied: "Master. The so-called castle rights are the ownership rights of houses and small plots of land in the town. Only those who own these are citizens of the town."

"But even passers-by are protected by the law."

"The people are mainly nobles."

"And if a noble kills a civilian, the court in this town will definitely side with the noble, assuming that the civilian is not a citizen of that town."

Rayleigh has always wanted to regain his status as a noble, so he is very aware of the privileges of nobles compared to commoners. "In principle, secular courts will try to convict nobles as little as possible."

"On the contrary, the church court will be more impartial, but not too much."

Ivita nodded. It seemed that towns and manors were completely different economic and political structures.

There were only serfs, nobles and hired workers on the manor.

But there are concepts such as citizens and guilds in towns.

When those tramps talked about the West and the East, it seemed that the west and the east of the Viscount Country were completely different worlds.

Ivita thought for a moment, and it was probably similar to the difference between the United States before the Civil War on Earth in her previous life.

The old woman in front of the stall raised her head and said to Gaslot Nubis with a smile: "Thank you, young knight."

“May the God of creation bless you and make all your wishes come true.”

"You can go east. There may be what you need there, but the greater possibility is that you will only be happy in vain."

"No one can solve the situation of the child in your carriage. Only God in this world can save him."

"Give up fighting fate. Sometimes people's pain only comes from the pain caused by wanting to defy fate but being unable to do so. Let that child live a final happy childhood before he dies."

Gaslot was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the carriage behind him, suddenly feeling something unexpected in his heart.

No one should know about the situation of his friend's children.

Maybe this old woman is talking nonsense.

Gaslot knew that for his friend's child to stay in this town for one more minute would be a huge irresponsibility for other people's lives.

They must get out of here quickly.

Gaslot nodded slightly to the old woman. "I have something urgent to do, so I'll leave first. Please forgive me for being rude."

He took out two shillings from his pocket and threw them at Ivita, but after seeing the gorgeous ornaments on Ivita's right hand, his pupils suddenly narrowed.

Apparently, he realized that Ivita was either rich or noble.

Gaslot bowed to Ivita. "Please forgive me for being rude. This is my compensation. If it weren't for my urgent business, I would definitely apologize to you."

Then the man drove away in his carriage.

Ivita looked at his retreating back. "That knight was polite to others and had a sense of justice. It really subverted my view of knights. I thought everyone was like the Boar Knights."

"He seems very capable and has his own principles. It would be great if he could be loyal to me."

Rayleigh smiled bitterly.

Black Wolf reminded Ivita abruptly. "Your Highness, a piece of chain mail on that guy can be exchanged for a small manor. The horse that pulls his carriage is a white-fronted horse, which can be exchanged for at least half a town. You can't recruit him."

"Because he is too rich. Unless, he is willing to become your creditor."

Iveta rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Good guy, you almost marked me as the 'Debt King' on my forehead."

This is ironic to me.

The old woman suddenly walked up to the carriage and said to Ivita: "Young man, I think you are very promising, and I want to give you a treasure."

"This is my thanks."

Iveta was stunned. Let’s not talk about the treasures. Gaslot helped you just now. You didn’t even give it to him, but you want to give it to me?

"You thank me? But you didn't even give the knight a gift just now."

The old woman shook her head. "not like this."

"When I said 'thank you' just now, I was already repaying him for helping me."

"But actually I didn't need his help, so I just said 'thank you'."

"He even drew people's attention to me, which actually hurt my interests. It was precisely because of my kindness and experience that I didn't get angry with him."

"But I will give you the treasure because you deserve it."

"So I thank fate for gifting you to me."

Ivita felt dizzy, and he suddenly realized that the old witch had not said a word for some time, but had just been staring at the old woman setting up a street vendor.