The witch thought I am a Demon God-Chapter 48 - The unified law of the ancient

Chapter 48: Chapter 48 The unified law of the ancient civilization has been shattered, and the knights have lost their sanity_1

Chapter 48 -48 The unified law of the ancient civilization has been shattered, and the knights have lost their sanity_1

The chaotic scene gradually began to regain order.

The original servants of the castle had all fled, but now they were being called back one by one to work, cleaning up corpses, repairing walls, and so on.

The panicked residents kept their doors shut all night, ignoring the fighting outside their doors all night, burying their heads in the ground like ostriches.

But in reality, if the Sons of the Forest really wanted to slaughter them, their houses, made mostly of wood, wouldn’t stand a chance.

By morning, things began to take on some semblance of order.

Ivita and his group were the greatest contributors in exposing the plot of the Sons of the Forest, and he holds the authority of the sole surviving heir of the Moro Family, Branton.

Therefore, Ivita took control of the situation.

With his merits and Branton’s authorization, he can command the servants, stewards, serfs, and guards of Baron Moro’s castle.

When he told Black Wolf to go to the edge of the territory to call back Rayli and Alysia who were waiting in the carriage, a worried Rayli could hardly believe his ears.

Black Wolf told him that the Sons of the Forest had been driven out of the castle, and that Ivita was in control there.

Only after asking repeatedly about the process did Rayli finally believe the current situation.

However, he also lamented the danger of the situation at that time.

If anything had gone wrong, we would have seen a terrifying situation where all of humanity and the Sons of the Forest were besieging Ivita and his group.

When Rayli met Ivita in the castle, he shook Ivita’s hand excitedly and said, “Master, please don’t take such risks again, you’re behaving like a gambler. No one can ever be sure that they will definitely win the gamble.”

“If a man gambles continuously, sooner or later he will slip up and lose everything.”

“I know.” Ivita sighed and said comfortingly, “But when a person has nothing, he almost has no other choice but to gamble.”

“But what you said, it’s not wrong either.”

“If I can completely control this barony, I will have my first territory. Being a lord and being an adventurer are different.”

“Lords shouldn’t take risks.”

In fact, Ivita hasn’t completely controlled this territory yet, he still lacks an official identity.

Furthermore, many of the knights in this territory haven’t sworn loyalty to him.

Since they haven’t performed this ceremony, they can’t be considered as a lord and his vassals.

They won’t obey Ivita, it’s just that due to the sudden crisis, they temporarily took Ivita’s advice.

Now, with the death of the Baron, the territory is on the verge of breaking up.

Rayli suddenly mentioned something else. “Master, when I was at the edge of Baron Moro’s territory, I saw some strange people with tree-bark-like skin fleeing towards the outside of the territory. But I also saw another army in the forest.”

“The members of that army were not humans.”

“They were all creatures that only appear in fairy tales in Ambros.”

“Taurens, centaurs, deermen, even ogres, I saw a double-headed ogre.”

“I also saw a person with the upper body of a goat, the lower body of a man, but with goat hooves, sleeping with his eyes closed on a bamboo carriage. When I saw him, I felt my heart beat very fast, as if it was about to explode.”

Ivita sighed in his heart upon hearing this.

This is bad.

As he suspected, for some reason, the Sons of the Forest seemed to need this territory badly.

They were indeed planning to take it by force with an army.

The Old Witch’s face changed sharply, and she even looked Rayli up and down. “Tsk tsk tsk, you’re a waste of a warrior who’s been at your master’s side.”

“You’ve seen an Ancient Soul and lived.”

“The Forbidden Book records that among the Ancient Souls that rule the Sons of the Forest, one is a goat-headed creature.”

“You’re lucky, if it had its eyes open when you saw it, your soul would have been sucked in and you would have become its puppet.”

Ivita frowned. “Old Witch, who is that fellow?”

“Your Highness, he is not worthy to be mentioned in the same breath as you. He was once referred to as the Agricultural God by the Sons of the Forest, and later as the Agricultural Ancient Soul.” The Old Witch bowed and said, “You have once again shown me the art of seizing territory. You knew all along that Baron Moro was not a human, yet remained silent, allowing the situation to develop beyond control.”

“Then, you can rightfully seize this human territory.”

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“You are truly a Demon God among Demon Gods!”

Ivita: “…”

“You knew that Baron Moro was not human as soon as you entered the territory? Why didn’t you mention it sooner?”

The Old Witch replied, “Since you didn’t say anything, how dare I? But if it weren’t for this Forbidden Book, I wouldn’t have known he was a Treant.”

Ivita finally understood that the moment they entered the barony, she knew that the Baron was not human, but she couldn’t identify the Baron’s identity at that time.

Yes.

From the Old Witch’s perspective, as a Demon God, how could I not know that the Baron was not human?

However, from her point of view, my silence indeed seemed like a calculated move by an ambitious conspirator.

And now, the Old Witch believes that I have achieved a complete victory.

“…” Ivita.

Ivita stopped paying attention to this matter and walked over to inquire about the Moro Family’s butler, Akaranda.

Braneton had already informed Ivita about this guy. He was a serf of the manor.

His parents were different from others. They always managed to save some money from their meals, which was used for Akaranda’s literacy and arithmetic lessons.

So, Akaranda was one of the few educated serfs.

This gave him an advantage.

After the first three outsider nobles who managed the manor under Baron Moro were forced to step down due to public resentment, the real Baron Moro employed Akaranda, the son of a serf, to quell the public’s anger.

Additionally, he granted Akaranda the status of a freeman.

Braneton had told Ivita that there have been two major serf rebellions in the Viscount Ambrose Country.

The current serfdom within the manor system resulted from legal reforms after these two serf rebellions.

The serfdom in Viscount Ambrose’s Country is more lenient than that in any other country in the world.

There are two reasons for this.

First, the old witch said that for some time, the rule of an ancient civilization, even older than the mystical civilization supported by the Druids, was situated in Viscount Ambrose’s Independent Country.

Even after this ancient civilization collapsed due to unknown reasons, remnants of an ancient city system, tradition of freemen, governorship, and tradition of tribunes remained.

Second, the urban class of Ambros is becoming increasingly powerful, causing the originally harsh serf system to be on the verge of collapse.

The number of runaway serfs is increasing.

In the end, the lords of Ambros had no choice but to repeatedly improve the treatment of the serfs.

Ivita asked Akaranda, “How many troops do we have left in the castle?”

Akaranda glanced at Braneton. Seeing the admiration and dependence in Braneton’s eyes when he looked at Ivita, he immediately understood that there was a new master here.

He was from the serf class and didn’t possess the useless stubbornness of small nobles. “My lord, we still have a military unit of 121 men inside the castle.”

“Is that all? What about feudal soldiers?” Ivita asked. He recalled that the Ambros family had summoned eleven knights.

Even if some knights died in the previous battle in the hall, there were still a few left, and these knights had brought their own foot soldiers.

“Moreover, what about the squire of the knights in the castle?”

Akaranda’s face turned ugly. “My lord, those knights simply won’t take orders from you.”

“They are currently on the side of the stables, under the leadership of Knight Taville. They intend to lead the troops out of the city to chase after and attack the routed Treant Troop, to avenge Baron Moro.”

Thinking of his former master, Akaranda showed a look of sorrow.

Upon hearing this, Ivita’s face turned grim, “Fools.”

“They don’t even understand the principle of not pursuing a desperate enemy, not to mention there is an army led by the Ancient Soul outside.”

Law, the Demon Hunter, and Rayli reflected on this phrase and felt that it made sense.

Ivita said, “Akaranda, take us to the stables!”

“Stop them quickly!”

A serious Ivita said, “With their current forces, they are utterly unfit to leave the city to pursue the enemy.”

“These pieces of shit, they are even worse than a novice like me.”

Black Wolf said, “Your highness, this is normal.”

“The church’s knight regiment, like the Wild Boar Knights, is already considered an elite.”

Black Wolf said, “This era lacks tactics. Emperor Charlemagne’s tactics were from hundreds of years ago.”

“But even such a thing, most of the knights in the small places don’t know.”

“When they go to war, they just blindly rush in first. Either they win or they lose.”

“It seems to be because with the collapse of the ancient civilization, human civilization underwent a severe cultural retrogression, from which they are still recovering.”

“Most of the cities have been abandoned as the ancient civilization mysteriously collapsed. The present cities are either recovered based on the big cities of the ancient civilization or were rebuilt.”

The old witch also sighed. “My teacher once told me, there used to be only one country in human civilization, just like there is only one true god in the world – the God of All Things.”

“That country was the ancient civilization.”

“The ancient civilization was the only spokesman for the God of All Things on earth. But as the ancient civilization strange collapse, it turned into countless small countries, each with their own characteristics, cultural traditions, and laws. What was once a unified law has now turned into fragmented laws of independent kingdoms, principalities, duchies, special small countries, and republics.”

Ivita could sense the sadness of everyone after the collapse of that colossal force.

But he didn’t have the time to lament. He had to go to the stables to pull back the foolish knights who considered themselves brave.

They were simply mindless.

Meanwhile, the old witch was paying attention to the bodies of the Sons of the Forest on the ground. She spotted Human Pus on these bodies.

The old witch squinted her eyes, watching Ivita’s retreating figure. “The Demon God’s damage curse is not as simple as it appeared… its contagious nature… ”

“No, I should study it further. Something is not right.”