The witch thought I am a Demon God

Although they just passed each other, Ivita still felt the danger of the knights hidden in the dense forest.

Although she has never seen them, Ivita can still see the evil domain of these guys with the eyes of the devil, so she can determine that the opponent is the five knight marquises.

Iveta did not tell the Hearthstone Witch and Christine about this discovery, firstly because it was not necessary, and secondly because she was afraid that they would be too panicked.

‘Send five knights and marquises at one time just to protect a valley. ’ Ivita said: ‘I’m afraid that most kings of kingdoms don’t have such a big hand. Also, the existence that sealed the Ice Queen was not an ordinary person. ’

Ivita thought again of the ‘it’ that Xiao the Conqueror had mentioned.

Could it be that there is really a force that has been silently influencing the world and dominating its operation behind the scenes?

Ivita returns with the Hearthstone Witch and Christine to Maximian's Castle.

There they were to make a magic potion of three groups of substances.

The formula of the material group magic potion is not complicated. Although the materials are precious, they are still available. Therefore, Ivita borrowed money and purchased a lot of materials at various secret witch gatherings in Ambrose as the King of Lombardy. Later, you can refine it by returning to Maximian's Castle.

However, Ivita plans to refine two material group magic potions with the Hearthstone Witch at the same time, because Ivita also wants the Hearthstone Witch to advance to the Marquis of Witches.

Although she seemed a little unworthy, Ivita noticed that the Hearthstone Witch had an advantage that ordinary witches did not have, that is, the Hearthstone Witch was familiar with the books in Hearthstone Castle, and her understanding of magic was far superior to those of the same level. Witch.

While they were making the magic potion of the substance group in Maximian Castle, both Ivita's clones learned something very important - the obsessive-compulsive Viscount was getting married.

It has long been no secret that the obsessive-compulsive viscount has contact with the outside kingdom.

Widowed and widowed, this time he plans to marry the third daughter of the King of Saxony and obtain in-depth help from the Kingdom of Saxony.

But this also meant that the sixth siege of Ambrose by the viscount coalition forces needed to be suspended.

They are going to have a wedding.

The obsessive-compulsive viscount was worried that the armies of the city factions would break through, so he specially summoned the top brass of his coalition to discuss the procedures for his wedding day.

Iveta's clone No. 2 was also invited to this morning's small meeting because she looked middle-aged and was now favored by the obsessive-compulsive disorder Viscount.

And Ivita's giant clone participated in the discussion of the day among the city's factions.

The giant Ivita heard this with dismay.

He had no interest in these, and he let the two clones sneak into their respective camps, just to get at least two Gates of Truth, and then just wait for the opportunity and lurk.

People die every day between the urban faction and the aristocratic faction.

Until they are weak to a certain extent, it is the time to raise their own troops and call on their allies.

The giant Ivita heard these guys discussing something randomly and didn't want to pay attention to it anymore, so she fell asleep openly.

The obsessive-compulsive Viscount's wedding day is seven days later. On that day, he will get married in the suburbs outside Ambrose City. Therefore, Ivita will be used as three people by herself. During this period, she will try to refine the substance group magic potion. While continuing to secretly harvest the Door of Truth on the battlefield.

The Gate of Truth is just the change caused by the flow and collision of magic power in this world. For low-level magic users, or magic users in low-dimensional planes, it can indeed be said to be the representative of truth.

But in the Magical Black Forest, it's just a special phenomenon in magic changes, relatively advanced magic.

Ivita took advantage of these seven days to secretly harvest three more Doors of Truth.

He wants so many Doors of Truth. One reason is that this thing has many uses and it is always good to have more in his hands. The second reason is that he is afraid that when refining the potion of the Door of Truth, he will fail too many times and the materials will not be enough.

Another thing is that the Door of Truth is very valuable, and you can make a lot of money by selling it.

I don’t know how much it can offset.

In the past seven days, he had been refining the magic potion of the material group, but he kept failing. He did not know how much magic resources were consumed. It was completely wasted and useless at all.

Only then did Ivita truly understand what it means to enter magic as deep as the sea.

And at the wedding of the obsessive-compulsive disorder Viscount seven days later, his No. 2 clone was also called. His No. 2 clone was actually invited to the seat of the open-air church prepared by the obsessive-compulsive disorder Viscount for the wedding.

Ivita sat calmly in the front row of the church. The seats in this row were all the pillars of the Ambrose noble faction and big shots from foreign countries.

Ivita even saw the general of the Kingdom of Potsdam whom she had met before.

At the highest point of the church, after Archbishop Ambrose and the newlyweds have thanked the God of All Things together, they will exchange tokens, recite wedding vows, and then both parties will receive the Holy Communion.

But something unexpected happened during the reception of Holy Communion.

Ivita's No. 2 clone directly saw a suspicious manservant put a strange magic powder into the white water that was supposed to be brought to the Viscount's newlyweds by the head maid.

As a result, after the Viscount drank the glass of white water, he said in front of Archbishop Ambrose: "Archbishop, are the blood and flesh of your god really in this water and bread?"

"Then why don't you bow your head to the bread that I have eaten?"

The Archbishop, who was still smiling at first, was dumbfounded after hearing what he said. When he looked around at the distinguished guests who were looking at the joke, he suppressed his blush and tried to find his way down the steps. "Lord Viscount, you are so happy today, but we should not be so frivolous in front of the Holy See."

"I believe that your devout faith will win you your distinguished position."

Just when everyone thought that the Viscount would follow the stairs and go down, unexpectedly, the obsessive-compulsive Viscount burst into laughter. "Did I use my faith to get my own things and rights? Hahahaha, I basically got them through war and strength."

By this time, some people had already discovered that something was wrong with the Viscount.

The viscount's wife, the third daughter of the King of Saxony, gently pulled his sleeve. Even though the King of Saxony may not be that pious, as the daughter of the King of Saxony, she also knew how problematic her husband's remarks were.

But the obsessive-compulsive disorder Viscount still said indifferently: "What I hate the most is you priests who don't pay taxes and don't join the army. Can you just add a crown to the kings and get everything you have now? Don't you think you are right? Praying to the scriptures is better than the fruits of victory won by warriors with swords, guns, swords and halberds? You are like parasites on the tree..."

All the guests present fell silent.

The scene was eerily silent.

At this moment, everyone looked at the hysterical Viscount and thought of one sentence - 'Viscount seems to be crazy. ’

Archbishop Ambrose was the supreme head of the Ambrose Branch Church. He had never been so humiliated. However, he was in a high position and quickly realized that the Viscount had been drugged.

But even so, he would not forgive the Viscount. He narrowed his eyes, his eyes were very cold. “Your word is effective, is this how you view the church?”

"Congratulations, you have gained a lot of enemies and lost a lot of good friends."

"I really can't stay at this wedding any longer."

The archbishop turned and walked away.

At this time, an official witch from the noble faction brought over a plate of lit tobacco, waved it in front of the Viscount's nose, and then whispered: "Lord Viscount, you must have drank the water soaked in the Mantra Grass just now. I Now I will undo the curse for you."

The obsessive-compulsive viscount recovered. He immediately realized that something was wrong, regained his sanity, and quickly prayed to the archbishop to return and promised to repent to the God of all things.

It’s just that it’s useless now.

Archbishop Ambrose had long discovered that he must have drank the water from the Mantra, but if he had not had any evil thoughts in his heart, he would not have said the rebellious words before.

Archbishop Ambrose walked away, leaving behind a group of guests who were either gloating or watching a play.

The obsessive-compulsive Grand Viscount stamped his feet angrily and roared: "Ambrose's City Council!"

"It must be them. Go check the people in the kitchen and tell the helpers and chefs in the kitchen that if I can't find out who did it today, everyone in the kitchen will have to die."

The guests could not help but frown.

Although they could understand the Viscount's mood at the moment, without the support of the church, the aristocratic faction had suffered a heavy blow.

But after all, it was just words that offended people, and there was still a chance to make amends, so why be so hysterical.

The distinguished guests whispered among themselves, and the nobles from foreign countries could not accept the current behavior of the obsessive-compulsive disorder Viscount.

"Without a court or a jury, he actually convicted a group of servants directly in front of us. The way he spoke and acted was like a dictator. Are we really right to support him?"

"In my hometown, even if a lord wants to kill a condemned prisoner, he must obtain the approval of the local council. Can the nobles of Ambrose just anger their servants? This is too barbaric. This is really a civilized person. Is it something that can be done?”

Ivita glanced at the nobles from the northern countries.

Also, each feudal country in the north was a local autonomous group with its own parliament.

This is why, if you want to convict someone, you must go to court.

The obsessive-compulsive viscount was not unaware of the guests' dissatisfaction with him, but he really had no time to care about it. He was also aware of the conspiracy of the Ambrose City Council.

Just to ruin his wedding and make him a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone.

Before he could finish processing the matter in front of him, he encountered another thorny problem - his mother actually quarreled with his wife.

The reason was that his mother wanted to suppress the princess from Saxony, but how could the third princess be the one to swallow her anger.

The third princess immediately asked the obsessive-compulsive viscount's mother to kneel down to her.

For she was now the Grand Viscount's wife, the Grand Viscountess, and every subject of Ambrose was expected to salute the Grand Viscountess.

This led to a very serious conflict between the two.

The Viscount's mother was over seventy years old this year. She really didn't have the face to kneel down and worship her daughter-in-law in front of so many people, but according to Ambrose's etiquette, she really needed to do that.

If the two of them had a good relationship, then there might be a compromise on this matter, but now her daughter-in-law is almost trying to embarrass her.

The viscount's mother looked at her daughter-in-law's proud smile and became even more disgusted with her. In the end, she couldn't help it, or maybe on purpose, she actually asked her bodyguard to slap the bride.

This time, well, the two sides completely started fighting.

The wedding turned out to be a joke.

Finally, of course, marriage was impossible.

The minister of finance and the metropolitan of Saxony's capital all defended their princess and reneged on the engagement on the spot, unless the obsessive-compulsive viscount made satisfactory compensation and a sincere apology.

The metropolitan of the Saxon city also made additional demands, requiring the obsessive-compulsive viscount to fast for three days and three nights in the church of the God of All Things, and also to repent of the almost stupid arrogance he had said before.

The obsessive-compulsive viscount only felt confused, but he was not a vegetarian either. He fell out with the people of the Kingdom of Saxony on the spot and even wanted to imprison his fiancée.

He spoke highly of the metropolitans of Saxon cities. "Without the help of your branch churches, without the help of the Kingdom of Saxony, I am not afraid of you."

"I can also take what I deserve."

"There are many people around me who can help me, Chaos Abyss, Hell, and the Empire's messengers."

He also took a special look at the location of Iveta's No. 2 clone.

This made the nobles who had originally guessed the identity of Ivita's clone 2 confirm their guesses.

Ivita rolled her eyes. If you quarrel, just quarrel. What are you doing if it involves me?

The Metropolitan of Saxony was so angry that he pointed at the Viscount's nose and cursed. "I hope you will take care of yourself. If you are expelled from the church, all your vassals will have no reason to respect you."

"goodbye."

The metropolitan of the Saxon city was so angry that he immediately left the church.

At this moment, it was as if the obsessive-compulsive viscount had angered two high-ranking church officials one after another.

At this moment, the third high-ranking church official present, the cardinal archbishop from the church headquarters, also immediately left the church.

This made the Viscount red-eyed. "Haha, the church...a group of things that cling to royal power."

Iveta lowered her head and raised the corners of her mouth. In this way, even the church might turn to support her.

Unexpectedly, I would have an unexpected harvest today.

The obsessive-compulsive Viscount roared to the sky: "Ambrose's city faction, I want you to pay the price, and I will attack the city by force tomorrow!"

"During this period, the Zerg from the Chaos Abyss should soon enter Ambrose."