The witch thought I am a Demon God

Gaslot also noticed the ring on Ivita's left hand. He nodded to Ivita, then left the street shop in front of everyone and came to his carriage.

Out of curiosity, Ivita followed.

He wanted to know, who was the terminally ill person in the carriage?

Why did the conference ring also appear on Gaslot's hand?

Madam Alice looked at Ivita and Gaslot, a little worried that the two important witnesses were leaving.

But she had no reason to stop the two from leaving, so she was very worried, but she could only continue to interrogate the two assassins in the shop.

If she doesn't seize this opportunity, the two assassins will be taken away by the city patrol. At that time, if she wants to get first-hand information, she will have to pay at least hundreds of gold pounds, and there may not even be a guarantee that the information is true. Fake.

This is probably what the so-called opportunity cannot be missed.

Gaslot walked to the carriage and lifted the curtain of the carriage, and a fragrance suddenly wafted out of it.

Ivita felt that this aroma was very similar to the sandalwood in Buddhist temples on earth, and it seemed to have a calming effect on people.

Almost every corner inside the carriage was padded with clean white cloth, as if to prevent the people inside from getting hurt.

The carriage also contained simple beds, tables and other items. The person in the middle of the carriage was a little boy wearing a white cloth coat and black cloth gloves.

The child was very cute and clean, making people like him just by looking at him. He timidly looked up at the stranger Ivita.

Gaslot smiled and said to him: "Pamir, don't be afraid, this young gentleman is a very good person. He just saved a lady."

Ivita raised her eyes and glanced at Gaslot.

Probably only a straight man like Gaslot would insist on adding a small character in front of Mr.

He looked at the child and found that he was very healthy. At least his lips were red and his teeth were white. From the surface, it was not obvious that he had any incurable terminal disease.

He asked doubtfully: "Your Excellency Gaslot, your child is very cute."

This sentence is a temptation.

Because people have the habit of taking the initiative to correct mistakes.

Sure enough, Gaslot subconsciously explained to Ivita: "He is not my child, he is the son of a friend entrusted to me by one of my comrades who joined the Crusaders."

"I promise my old friend."

"If he does not come back from the Twelfth Holy Religion War, I will adopt his child as agreed and take care of him until he becomes an adult."

"It's just that I didn't expect that Pamir had..."

"In short, we traveled south from the [North Sea Kingdom] in the north, crossing countless countries, just to find a way to treat him. I heard that there is a third-level [Hunter Master] in Palvega, Mastered the technique that allows a warrior to continue fighting for a period of time after being seriously injured on the battlefield, and not only does he not lose to ordinary people, but he becomes more powerful."

"So I stayed here for a long time, thinking that this technology could cure Pamir, but the result..."

Ivita frowned. "How is the result?"

Gaslot shook his head. "It's just a technique that briefly stimulates the human body and makes people actively ignore the pain."

"I'm so disappointed."

Ivita nodded.

For an oath he swore to his dead old comrade, Gaslot actually adopted a terminally ill boy and traveled thousands of miles just for a promise.

This person's character is really... no need to doubt it.

And it's so noble that even I admire it.

It’s just that I would never behave similarly.

Gaslot said: "I have to leave here. I want to go to Ambrose to try my luck again. If that doesn't work, I'm going to go to various southern republics to find a way to treat Pamir."

"The Republic of Forocana, the Merchant Republic of the Nobles, the Merchant Republic of Belisarius..."

"The Law of the Good King, the Law of the Evil King, the Law of the Green Party, the Law of the Black Party, the Law of the Arena..."

"I believe that there will always be a place and a law in this world that can help Pamir."

Ivita was a little confused. "Gaslot, what you have done is something that even a father may not do to his son."

Gaslot touched the hair of the little boy in the carriage and smiled. "Actually, it's not just for a vow."

"I'm used to this kind of life."

"Pamir is used to it too."

"Even if it is true as the druid said before, no one in this world can solve Pamir's problem, and only gods can cure it, then I will take Pamir to travel around the earth and live a worthwhile life."

Ivita suddenly asked: "I heard that there is a monster in the magic black forest, called the Contract Monster."

"That contract monster can't restrain its instinct to trade with others. Why don't you make a deal with the contract monster?"

"Maybe he can cure Pamir's disease."

Gaslot was startled, then smiled bitterly, showing a helpless expression. "It is true that the contract monster cannot suppress the instinct to make deals with others, but the contract monster only appears in front of the people he is interested in. I have traveled to various countries in the Magic Black Forest, but I have never seen the contract monster."

"Instead, I met the Black Rose Fairy. The legendary black magic master Black Fairy appeared in a rose by the lake, but she actually told me that she could not cure Pamir."

"But she can transfer the things from Pamir to a girl who was born in the same year and month as Pamir, but has a different gender. Of course I cannot accept this kind of thing."

Gaslot smiled bitterly and said: "Later, because of this incident, we angered the Black Rose Fairy. The fairy thought we were seeking her happiness. She arrested us all and asked me to do three things for her. In this way Only then can you forgive my rudeness.”

"As a result, every time I do something, I offend someone."

"In the end, I offended the [Witch Queen] in the dark magic forest."

"Therefore, I can only take Pamir to the Ambrose Plains where the Witch Queen will never set foot."

The Great Witch of Hearthstone, who had been listening with her ears open, almost choked to death on her own saliva when she heard this name.

She widened her eyes and looked at [Gasrot] in disbelief. "Incredible."

"You offended her and still managed to escape alive!"

Facing Ivita's confused look, the old witch cautiously explained: "Your Majesty, that is a very terrible witch with a great reputation, but everyone who has seen her has died."

"Except her servants."

"She married a king, and then when the king died, she became regent."

"Because there is no problem in the name, the church cannot fault her and must recognize her inheritance rights. Although the church can deprive her of her inheritance rights because she is a witch, this is impossible. Because the witch queen has always denied I am a witch... Even if I have used magic in front of everyone, the church has a unique law to determine whether a person is a witch - [Seven Tests]."

"Only by passing this test can she be defined as a witch according to canon law."

"Otherwise, even if she uses magic in public, she cannot be considered a witch."

"But the Witch Queen is the regent. She can refuse to participate in the church's seven tests. Therefore, the church can only regard her as the legal ruler."

Iveta was speechless. Did the Witch Queen really not give money to the church? !

This church can't even get around the laws it made.

Gaslot was surprised by the old witch's knowledge, but he didn't want to stay here any longer. "Your Excellency Ivita, I am glad to meet you."

"As both owners of the conference ring, we may meet again in the future."

"But I can't stay in this city anymore, because every minute Pamir stays here is a minute of huge irresponsibility for the lives of the residents of this city. Over at the city hall, I can only ask you Go be a witness, may the God of all things bless you."

Gaslot seemed to no longer want to talk about the Witch Queen.

He drove the carriage and disappeared into the street.

Ivita started to think as she walked back. "The little boy Pamir he was carrying seemed to have something on him, but for some reason, even if he stayed in this city, he would pose a potential danger to the entire city."

"plague?"

"But if this is the case, Gaslot is the most vulnerable person to be infected. If he is not infected, it means that the contagiousness of this plague is very low and there is no threat to the city."

"It can't be the plague."

Yvetta murmured. "They are heading towards Ambrose City. Ambrose is the core area of ​​this powder keg and will explode at a moment's notice. Going to Ambrose City at this time makes me feel something is wrong."

A wizard's intuition is not that of a mortal.

Ivita always felt that this uneasiness might be her natural magic power, reminding her.

But he wasn't sure.

For some reason, Ivita remembered the Forest Duke she met in the Ogre Cave, and the three curses the Forest Duke placed on Ambrose before his death.

Ivita said: "And the conference ring, what on earth is it!"

"There are actually many more of this kind of thing."

There is no other choice but to wait for the next meeting.

Ivita felt that the next time she met that noble knight, maybe many mysteries would be solved.

They returned to the shop, and Mrs. Alice breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Ivita returning.

Mrs. Alice said to Ivita: "Sir, we have basically figured out the murderer behind this incident, and the person who detained your people and supplies is indeed the person who hired the assassin to assassinate me this time."

"Both things were done by the same person."

"We will go to City Hall and expose his evidence in front of the parliament so that he will no longer have the face to stay in this city."

"Sir, come with us."

Ivita thought for a moment and raised her eyebrows. "Actually, there is a question that I have wanted to ask you for a long time."

"How can you be sure!"

"If the person behind the scenes could assassinate you on the street today, why would he not do it when your city council is in session?"

The slight smile on Mrs. Alice's face stiffened.

She quickly broke away from her foolish delusion.

Yes, she wanted to catch the murderer of many noble ladies so much that she lost all control.

Lady Alice whispered: "Ivetta...please allow me to call you such an affectionate name. You are already my most reliable friend. You are right to remind me."

"What I want to do now is actually to call in the armed forces, stationed in the city hall, and defend the parliament."

"Because this is not a murder, this is not a riot, this is a rebellion!"