The witch thought I am a Demon God

More than a month has passed, and the prototype of a soap factory has been built in an open space on the mountainside of the Morrow Barony.

Under the plan of Tartax and others, the expanded soap factories and blast furnaces were all located behind the castle, which could prevent enemies from suddenly attacking the industrial areas, which are important sources of income in these two territories.

The villages are becoming more and more stylish.

Sixteen toll booths, during this process, received twenty-five gold pounds.

During this period, many explorers who were crossing the border wanted to cause trouble, but they were suppressed by the troops led by Griffin Knight and Rayleigh.

If a mob wants to achieve something, it needs an overwhelming scale to be emboldened, otherwise it will just disperse.

In the mirror space, as soon as Iveta put her hand on the washbasin, the water surface in the washbasin began to change dramatically. The water inside seemed to sense the power of the owner and started to spin rapidly.

Iveta looked down and saw that the bottom of the washbasin was extremely deep, like a mirror.

Iveta suddenly thought about the mirror space itself, and that mirrors can magnify the special state of matter and mind. What would happen if he used this basin as a mirror and recited the incantation of mirror divination?

Ivita tried it if she wanted to, and he whispered the spell.

For a moment, he felt as if his mental power had hit some wall, but soon the wall was broken by his powerful mental power, and the water in the washbasin stopped immediately.

Beside, the absent-minded old witch was the first to sense the huge change in magic power.

This isn't right.

Because she discovered that the water magic that should have been surging like the tide of the sea stopped in an instant.

It's completely stopped.

This is not a phenomenon that water palace magic should have.

The old witch shouted to Ivita with a changed face: "What have you done?"

"Your Majesty."

"What did you do?"

It is very dangerous to stop the raging water magic.

It's like stopping a high-speed carriage in an instant, there will be an infinite impact, and even the carriage may fall apart!

But Ivita seemed to have nothing going on.

But the old witch clearly felt that Ivita's attention was not here.

His attention went deep.

…

At this time, Iveta's sight came to the depths of her soul, which was a place shrouded in white mist.

He knew that this should be the [Gnosis Mist] structure.

According to the old witch, this is the power that wizards and witches try their best to steal from fate.

This kind of soul structure can protect the soul of wizards to the greatest extent. It is precisely because of the soul with this structure that wizards dare to accommodate the source of magic in nature.

The soul of an ordinary person is as fragile as the egg white and yolk in an egg.

The soul of a wizard with the [Gnosis Mist] structure will be very strong.

In this fog-like world, Iveta saw the modern luxury city in the thick fog, with busy traffic, high-rise buildings, row upon row of buildings, and the unfamiliar yet familiar sound of cars, which made Iveta stunned. live.

He found himself standing at a traffic light intersection.

There was a constant flow of cars around him, and a bus passed by him.

Iveta even felt as if she had traveled back in time.

The surrounding fog became thinner and thinner, almost completely disappearing, and the whole city became real.

A traffic policeman came over, holding a baton and gesturing to the cars around Ivita to give way to pedestrians. "That young man, what's wrong with you? Aren't you blocking traffic?"

Iveta raised her eyebrows and said to herself: "No need to worry."

"Here is the gnostic mist structure of my soul."

"Everyone here is not real, but an illusion."

Suddenly, the old traffic policeman grabbed Ivita's sleeve and pulled him out. "Wearing ancient clothes, aren't you doing performance art here?"

"Uncle, please tell me, if it weren't for your young age, you would be in trouble. You are obstructing traffic."

He pulled Ivita over, and at this moment, Ivita felt an incomparable sense of reality.

The old traffic policeman babbled: "Whatever is true or false, if you think it is true, it is true. If you think it is false, it is false."

"There are so many twists and turns in this world."

"For a while, I felt that what I experienced in the dream was real, and this city was fake."

"I dreamed that I was just a 996 programmer in that world, but in this world, I somehow became a traffic policeman. Hahahaha, I can serve as an iron rice bowl, so I would rather this is the real world."

Ivita looked confused.

He was dragged to the traffic police booth and stood beside it.

Ivita felt that something was not quite right.

The city is definitely in its own soul, so it must be false.

But are the people inside fake?

But... is my gnosis fog normal?

He looked up and saw a lifelike six-winged dragon appearing in the sky above the city. He looked at the people in the city, and it seemed that no one could see the dragon in the sky.

The six-winged dragon suddenly opened its huge mouth, "Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

"This is the lost city, the place of your subconscious. Lose yourself here, and even you will be drowned in the sea of ​​consciousness."

"The law of Arthas and the fog of your gnosis formed this place, but if it were you, you would definitely wake up if you wanted to."

Under the stimulation of the dragon, Ivita covered her head and felt as if something was about to be squeezed out of her brain.

Then, something really squeezed out of his nose. It was a red door.

The door appeared under his feet and opened instantly.

Iveta suddenly fell into the door. Who knew that there would be water behind the door.

Seeing this, the old traffic policeman quickly grabbed Ivita's arms and tried to pull him back. "Why did you jump into the river? Come back quickly."

Iveta felt speechless, please let go.

I want to get out of here!

It would be really funny to get lost in the structure of your own soul.

The old traffic policeman's strength gradually became insufficient, so he had no choice but to let go of him, with a very guilty expression on his face.

Ivita suddenly sank into his hands, and as he glanced around he saw many things in the water, and saw all the outlines of the sea, which were reflected in his right eye.

Then, he seemed to see the splendid Dragon Palace reflected in the current of the ocean.

‘Bang~’

The old witch pulled Ivita out of the washbasin. "Why are you burying your head in the washbasin?"

"What are you doing?"

Ivita raised her eyes and looked around, and found that she was back in the dark mirror space.

He glanced at the washbasin with lingering fear, and found that there had been huge changes inside the basin. The bottom of the washbasin seemed to have no end, as if it was connected to the entire ocean.

"I... even if the wizard buries his head in the basin, it won't be a big problem, right?" Ivita gasped and said to the old witch.

The old witch said distressedly: "But you have buried your head for more than an hour."

"I don't even know how you breathe in there?"

"Won't you suffocate?"

"Even a wizard can only suffocate for half an hour or a quarter of an hour at most."

Ivita looked back at the old witch in surprise.

What.

He actually stayed inside his own soul for so long?

What is that lost city?

Why do I feel that my soul is like a big treasure with very deep water inside?

Iveta subconsciously wanted to move the washbasin, but found that the washbasin did not move at all.

broken.

How did this thing get so heavy?

If you can't move out of the mirror space, how can you cast a spell with it?