The witch thought I am a Demon God

After Ivita heard what Mrs. Alice said, she walked up to the assassin and slashed him with the sword with her right hand.

The Fire Sword has its own special magic that reduces its own weight, so this sword is very fast.

Even though Ivita's swordsmanship is rough, the speed of this sword alone is already faster than that of many swordsmen.

A sword can save people twenty or thirty years of hard training.

This is the benefit of famous swords.

The assassin raised the dagger in his hand and blocked it. He was looking in all directions and listening in all directions, still looking for an opening to escape, trying to fight like a trapped beast.

Unfortunately, he found that Parvega's guards and mercenaries had blocked all the surrounding streets, staring at him eagerly.

There are even many professional hunters among them.

The reason why the urban factions in the independent country of Viscount Ambrose have the force to fight against the nobles of the knight system is because they can hire these professional hunters.

The red light flashed on the dagger in the assassin's hand, and it turned out to be the same red steel as the weapon Basang used at that time.

"Frankish red steel?" Ivita frowned. "The Franks are the sponsors of the Little Brotherhood and the people behind it. They actually gave each of you more than one red steel dagger."

"It's interesting too."

The assassin's eyes were dull, as if he had not heard what Ivita had just said.

It was just that he used the force-killing technique to defuse Ivita's three slashes. At the moment when the dagger and the one-handed long sword collided with each other for the last time, the dagger slid along the spine of the sword in fire to the hilt, and there was light all the way. Shooting in all directions, it stabbed Ivita's right hand holding the sword.

What great dagger skills.

Ivita was startled, and at the same time silently recited the charm spell, a light flashed on the surface of the ring of desire on her little finger.

Then, the assassin was stunned for a moment.

It is this moment that determines victory or defeat.

Ivita cut off the assassin's hand that held the dagger.

When the assassin was about to wake up from the pain, Ivita increased the investment in war magic.

The war magic strengthened by the Morrow Baron Territory contract was more powerful than before, so the power of this charm spell was also more powerful, allowing the assassin to be confused again at the moment he was about to wake up.

Ivita picked up the red steel dagger he dropped from the ground. The red steel dagger was stained with a shadow, as if her whole body had been filled with black ink.

"How is this going?"

The assassin who was under the spell of charm said with a dull expression: "Weapons made of red steel can only obey one master."

"Red steel weapons obtained illegally will make the red steel lose its effectiveness and become more rotten than the rustiest iron."

"Red steel weapons can only be used if they have legal means, such as purchasing, gifting, winning through gambling, etc."

"Red steel is a type of steel that only the Franks understand."

"Red steel has extremely strong hardness and also has the ability to self-recover. It is said that except for a few magic weapons, red steel cannot be cut."

Ivita nodded. Those few weapons should include another famous sword on his back, the Broken Steel Sword.

The Broken Steel Sword has the magic power to cut off all swords. It was once the sword of Grand Viscount Ambrose.

Unfortunately, according to the information I have now, the Grand Viscount is just a mortal, so he has never displayed the true power of the Broken Steel Sword.

The famous sword has been covered in dust for more than a hundred years.

Now I am somewhat clear about the three traditional enemies of Alsace.

The Franks had a mysterious method of making red steel, and even turned red steel into the standard equipment of the army. However, they did not know whether the production of red steel involved any laws.

The Lower Burgundians are people of water. As long as the rivers in their living space do not dry up, even dragons cannot break through their defenses.

As for the Alpolians in the Crack, they have a moonstone Great Wall that can resist the dragon fire magic of the Alsatian royal family.

As for more detailed information, I can only know it if I personally go to these countries in the future.

For some unknown reason, the father of the original owner actually went to war with these three countries at the same time for more than thirty years, so he lost his throne inexplicably. The water here is very deep.

Were those mobs really self-organized?

Why are there no royalists in Alsace? In other words, these people have not been in contact with themselves until now.

Mrs. Alice came over, but she did not dare to get close and could only stand behind Ivita. "Sir, please help us ask him who hired him to assassinate me."

"I'm willing to pay a big thank you."

"I will pay a hundred gold pounds."

Iveta raised her eyebrows, what a big deal.

She is indeed a rich woman.

It's a pity that I can't make this money.

Ivita shook her head, "No, the charm spell is a spell that can be easily broken."

"The answer to your question is something he must try to hide. Unless he is willing to tell you."

"You'd better torture him severely."

Lady Alice shook her head. "That would take too much time. There is a city council meeting soon. If I can know the murderer before then, I can charge them in the city council."

"Is there really nothing we can do?"

Ivita thought for a while and said: "Mrs. Alice, I actually have a long-term supply of high-quality iron materials. I want to find an equally long-term and stable partner to use what we provide..."

Lady Alice looked at Ivita in surprise.

At this time, there was a group of guards not far away. The leader bowed slightly to Mrs. Alice. After seeing Ivita, he looked at Ivita's clothes and hesitated.

But after seeing the sword in fire in Ivita's hand, although he did not see the profound blood magic contained in it, he could see that the manufacturing process and quality of the sword were not extraordinary.

So he took off his hat and nodded slightly to Ivita. At the same time, he also nodded to the knight Gasrot who came over. "Ms. Alice, leave this matter to our patrol team. We will dig out his employer from this assassin's mouth."

"No." Madam Alice refused unexpectedly, and she looked at Gaslot and Ivita at the same time with pleading eyes.

Mrs. Alice shook her head and said to the city guard and patrol captain, "It's not that I don't want to believe you, Captain Paul."

"However, I must give an explanation to the wives of the guild leaders in the city. I must witness his interrogation with my own eyes."

Captain Paul narrowed his eyes, annoyance flashing in them. "Although I am not an Ambrose, and although I am just a mercenary, I am a loyal Autonomous State Confederate."

"Please believe me."

Lady Alice still doesn't want to let go. "Please forgive me, Captain Paul."

Iveta could see that Alice no longer believed in any force in the city.

Because she couldn't figure out who hired the assassin.

Isn't it possible that the hirer is a patrol in the city?

Ivetta could understand her, because it didn't matter if it had to do with the patrol or not.

Everything that happened today was due to the negligence of the patrol team in Palvega City.

But that Paul, he probably wasn't the one who hired the assassin. He probably just wanted to restore the reputation of the patrol, so he wanted to get the living person into his own hands, and then interrogate the results and give an explanation to the city council.

Ivita remained silent, for he was a newcomer.

As the old saying goes, a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake.

Now he is a powerful dragon passing through Palvega, but Captain Paul and Mrs. Alice are both local snakes in this city.

He remained silent and waited for the two local snakes to finish their fight.

Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, Lady Alice's maid suddenly came forward and boldly whispered, "I'm sorry, everyone, I am a witch apprentice."

"I can concoct a "Psychotropic Agent"."

"If this assassin takes my potion after being charmed by this gentleman, I think it is likely to suppress the willpower of the official assassin."

Lady Alice said to Paul: "In that case, it would be better to ask on the spot."

"Captain, you can first ask the guards and mercenaries to dismiss everyone here."

"Also, we can move them to the next street first, because this is the entrance to the market, so we don't want to embarrass [Palvega] anymore."

Captain Paul nodded repeatedly, which was of course embarrassing to him.

Mercenaries pay more attention to reputation.

This kind of thing happened, which seriously affected his ability to change jobs and become a militia captain in other cities in the future.

He originally wanted to work here for another ten years, gain some qualifications and reputation, and then go to a small republic on the southern peninsula to run for governor.

Lady Alice asked Ivetta pleadingly, "Can you? Sir."

"I haven't asked for your name yet, but I can pay you a reward of one hundred gold pounds, as long as you continue to maintain your charm spell."

Of course Ivita doesn't care, but he still has to wait for the old witch and the others here.

Who knows, at this moment, the old witch came out of nowhere and whispered: "Your Majesty, I'm here."

"..." Ivita had serious doubts. In fact, she had been here a long time ago, but she just didn't dare to come out before. "Why are you so fast?"

The old witch said a few words in Ivita's ear, which made Ivita's eyes become colder and colder.

Then, Iveta looked at Alice coldly, pulled out the broken steel sword with her left hand, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Lady Alice's soft throat.

Lady Alice was so frightened that her face turned pale.

Everyone present was shocked by this sudden change.

Ivita said: "Mrs. Alice, let me ask you, is Parvega a robber?"

"I am Ivita Augustus, a lawless man. If you don't give me an explanation, this will be the name of the person who will kill you."

Iveta paused and concealed the surname Alsace. This surname was too sensitive. On the contrary, Augustus had never appeared in this world.

In order to hide his identity, he made up a name on the spot.