The witch thought I am a Demon God

The iron casting business is a vital business in the territory, which determines the future development of the Morrow Barony.

Decide whether this will be a poor territory in the future, or a rich and enviable land.

This also determines the growth rate of Ivita's magic power.

By the way, whether the cast iron business can succeed also determines the day on which Ivita will pay wages to the employees in the future.

If he really couldn't send it out, there was nothing he could do.

However, the wealth of the territory may also lead to some potential risks.

The Great Witch of Hearthstone told Ivita that if a territory is too wealthy, some monsters and witches will sneak over like cats smelling fishy smell.

Moreover, superior nobles from all over the country will turn their attention to the Morrow Baron Territory.

However, Ivita could not stop eating due to choking.

He definitely needs a wealthy territory.

Before leaving, Iveta asked the blacksmiths to light a fire and use cast iron to make two standard one-handed long swords.

This is considering that there are not many knights in the city, and most of the mercenaries are infantry, so Ivita is not stupid enough to forge a knight's sword that can only be used with two hands.

A one-handed sword is much shorter and lighter than a two-handed sword.

This can better demonstrate the excellence of cast iron materials to the city's wealthy families.

When one of the swords was about to take shape under the hammering of a skilled blacksmith, the red-hot iron piece was embedded into the wooden handle.

The Great Witch of Hearthstone suddenly rushed forward and took out a glass bottle filled with red liquid and a glass bottle with emerald green liquid from her pocket.

She poured the red liquid onto the red-hot sword, and smoke suddenly emitted from the sword. At the same time, she began to recite complex spells around the weapon plausibly.

The craftsman was dumbfounded. He looked at Ivita blankly. "This...Master, what is she doing?"

The simple craftsmen were originally afraid of and disgusted with witches, but now he took five steps back.

Ivita didn't know what the old witch was doing, so she just nodded but said nothing, meaning to let him continue reading.

It is not a good thing for a lord to be too close to the people, just like it is not a good thing for a lord to be far away from his people.

From the history books Ivita read in her previous life, she discovered that during the crisis period of the Roman Empire in the third century, some usurping military emperors ate and slept with the soldiers in order to win the hearts of the people.

He thought he was being friendly to the people, but in fact, in the eyes of others, he was so hateful.

Why are we the same people as you, and you can be the emperor, but we can't?

So, without exception, those people had their heads cut off by the soldiers while they were sleeping.

If you want to make someone hate you, get close to him and let him know everything about you.

Therefore, Ivita ignored the craftsman.

This is normal in the eyes of craftsmen. There is a huge status gap between the two parties.

The old witch stood up and poured the emerald green liquid from another bottle onto the red-hot iron sword. The sword began to smoke again.

After the old witch recited a few spells, she glared at the craftsman. "Keep knocking and go finish this sword for me."

The craftsman looked at Ivita.

Ivita nodded to him. "Don't worry, this is not life-threatening. This is a witch who is taking orders from me."

"I will keep you safe."

The blacksmith's confidence suddenly increased, and at the same time he secretly sighed that Lord Ivita was really a powerful lord, and even witches took orders from him.

In the mind of this ignorant blacksmith, Ivita's power has reached the limit of his imagination.

Iveta frowned at the old witch and said, "The emerald green liquid you poured just now is the blood of the dryad."

"What is the red liquid?"

Don't tell me it's human blood.

Ivita probably guessed the purpose of the old witch. In ancient times on earth, many people chose to sacrifice their bodies to the sword when it was about to be released.

This is probably to increase the carbon content of the sword.

This is the mystery of ancient human sacrifice.

But in this world, it may have other meanings.

The old witch said to Ivita: "Your Majesty, do you want to sacrifice the sword with human blood?"

"The red liquid is the blood obtained by extracting the corpse of Manuel Boar before. This is the only bottle that was obtained. That shouldn't be considered human blood, because he has been transformed into a dragon."

Ivita said: "Then why sprinkle low-quality dragon blood and the blood of the children of the forest on the semi-finished product?"

The old witch said: "Your Majesty, the blood of the Son of the Forest comes from the official priest who died in the living room during the previous war."

"Because I want to see the effect of combining cast iron and blood magic."

While they were talking, the blacksmith had taken the sword out of the fire and put it into the cold water next to it.

The temperature of the sword is dropping rapidly.

The old witch said: "In this world, the appearance of every famous sword is almost accompanied by a blood magic, even those who use it may not realize it."

"Blood magic has been abused."

"The blood dripping on the sword penetrates into the inside of the iron, which can change the internal structure and give the sword some unexpected power."

"Of course, the raw material of your Broken Steel Sword is from heaven and earth, and there is superb magic in it, so there is no need to use blood magic."

Ivitage was surprised and said: "Can mortals also use blood magic to sacrifice swords?"

"But why can mortals use magic, even just specific magic?!"

The old witch said: "Yes. However, many specific conditions need to be met. Among them, knowledge is only passed down between father and son in the family and is never told to outsiders."

"So I don't even know the relevant knowledge."

The Great Witch of Hearthstone said: "Your Majesty, I once asked my teacher why some mortals can use blood magic through specific secret knowledge."

"My teacher said she didn't know either."

"But there is definitely a problem here, a big problem."

"But since everyone has been using this custom for hundreds of years without incident, everyone doesn't care."

The Great Witch of Hearthstone said: "My teacher guesses that when those mortals use blood magic, they only use magic, rather than generating and possessing magic. The source of magic may be a certain kind of law, or it may be an existence."

"But if it is a law, then it can affect people of different races in all places and in all time periods. This is definitely a law with high priority."

Ivita nodded, this world is full of mystery.

Even a seemingly ordinary habit may involve huge secrets.

Probably because the terrifying existences hiding behind them need to leave laws on mortals.

Over time, we don’t know how many habits we have, whether they originate naturally or from the distorted interference of those beings.

Can't tell the difference anymore.

The blacksmith puts the cooled sword into the furnace, reheats it, and then takes it out again and puts it in the air to cool slowly. This is quenching + tempering + annealing.

This is the optimized heat treatment process that Ivita taught them.

After such a complete set, even without blood magic, the sword forged in this way is unparalleled and indestructible.

The blacksmith pulled out the sword that contained blood magic and said, "Master, look at my work."

The old witch glared at him and corrected: "It's our work!"

"I have completed the most important step, which is blood magic."

The blacksmith stared at her. He was still scared at first, but when he thought that someone was trying to steal the right to cast his sword, he felt angry and unconvinced. "Why, you didn't even touch my sword, why did we do it together?"

The old witch was extremely angry, "Look at me, I will curse you to death, I will make you suffer from fever sweating disease..."

etc……

The old witch suddenly realized that she had said something taboo that she should not say.

She used this curse when she cursed the original owner of Ivita before...

Why does she say this if she doesn't open any pot?

Ivita glanced at her coldly, "Master Bran is relatively simple. As a trusted person of mine, you should not be on the same level as him."

The old witch smiled awkwardly and said nothing.

Ivita raised the sword enchanted with blood magic, and saw that the ordinary sword had two red and emerald green lines on the side of the sword in the sunlight.

He asked the craftsmen to bring over a wrought iron sword made of ordinary material, and then slashed it with the sword. The wrought iron sword broke directly.

The old witch and the craftsmen were all overjoyed.

Because such a sword comes from their hands.

"This has exceeded the upper limit of the material of a cast iron sword, and the sword is very light, like the weight of a ball of cotton." Ivita touched the blade of the sword and said, "But if you keep swinging it, it still has the gravitational inertia caused by the normal mass. .”

"The temperature of this sword is still a bit high. I suspect that the dragon's blood has raised its melting point."

"It seems blood magic really works."

The eyes of the Hearthstone Witch also shone brightly. She said, "Of course, this is made of dragon blood and the blood of formal sacrifices. These materials are luxurious enough."

"If I hadn't been with you, I might not have been able to get it together in decades."

"Your Majesty, this is a sword that can become a famous sword. Give it a name."

Ivita thought for a moment, looked at the sword, and said, "Let's call it Sword in Fire."

Craftsman Bran looked at the sword excitedly. He knew that no matter what, he who made this sword would become famous.

Craftsman Bran said: "Master, this sword adopts the technology you modified together with us."

"It also uses excellent materials, and...and weird blood magic. You shouldn't sell it, you should keep it with you."

"It will bring you victory."

Ivita nodded and suddenly raised the sword in the fire. Under the sunlight, the sword body once again glowed slightly with green and red light.

Then, the sword seemed to be able to absorb sunlight. The sunlight seemed to be concentrated around the sword, and the surrounding area became brighter and brighter. So when people saw the dense light around the Dragon Blood Sword, they seemed to see a ball of light. Burning heterochromatic flames.

Ivita said: "It's indeed good. Famous swords are rare. I can't sell this kind of strategic resource casually."

No matter how short of money it is, it is impossible to sell this kind of thing.

"As a reward for Master Bran to forge this sword."

"I will promote you to be one of the managers of my iron foundry. I will let the butler make the arrangements for the details."

Ivita said.

Blacksmith Bran was overjoyed. When he saw Ivetta leaving, he immediately followed her with a cart full of cast iron ingots.

He couldn't push it alone, so he called the apprentices in the workshop to come over and help him push it.

Ivita and the old witch walked out together. Ivita said: "Let Black Wolf prepare the carriage team. We are going to the nearest city [Palvega]."

"It was a city with a population of over 60,000 people."

"It is also the largest city in the urban agglomeration here."

“We can both purchase charcoal there and dump cast iron there.”

The old witch didn't care about that. "Your Majesty, I have compiled some magic information for you overnight and compiled it into a book."

"You can take a look at it on the way."