The witch thought I am a Demon God

Ivita received two envoys from different camps at the same time in the hall. Knight Griffin stood behind her, and Rayleigh guarded the door with five soldiers.

Ivita and the old witch were more relaxed.

The old witch despised mortals from the bottom of her heart. Anyway, she ran away when something happened and never fought against the mortal army, so in her life, she really despised mortals.

And Ivita knew the purpose of the two envoys.

When the two envoys saw each other, they all showed shock and anger.

It was as if they didn't understand why they met each other here, their eyes filled with contempt and anger.

[Dezmitre Armstrong] is the envoy of Viscount Winchester. He prides himself on having a noble bloodline. He looked at the city council’s envoy [Shelu Bragg] with a cold face before turning his head to look at Ivey. When he stood up, his expression turned into a humble one.

There was a hint of jealousy in his envious eyes.

He never dreamed that the trusted guardian of Baron Moro would be so young.

No.

It cannot be said that he is just young, it should be said that he is still just a child even in the world of aristocrats.

The children of common people need to work on the farm when they are teenagers, but among the nobles, they are often in their early twenties and are only regarded as young boys who cannot bear the heavy responsibility.

However, Ivita is so young, he is probably only fourteen or five years old.

Dezmitre Armstrong suppressed the jealousy, the sour impulse in his heart.

he knows.

There is a more powerful law among nobles, and that is strength.

If he is strong enough, even if Ivita is a baby, he will be the guardian of the West.

The envoy of Viscount Winchester [Dezmitre Armstrong] smiled and said to Ivita: "My lord, the Viscount knows that you have no time to go to his territory and fulfill your duty as a meeting ceremony for his vassals. Please forgive me. Got you."

"He absolved you of this obligation."

"At the same time, let me bring him his gift."

Armstrong placed a rectangular, beautifully packaged cardboard box on the table and opened it, which turned out to be a beautiful violin.

"This is a trophy from the battlefield, an instrument made by a famous master."

"The Viscount would like to give this gift to his friend, you."

The messenger of the Ambrose City Council [Shelu Bragg] on the side had an extremely ugly expression.

He recognized it. Isn't this the work of Mitchell, the famous violin maker in a small city that was destroyed by the Baron Alliance a few days ago?

These guys!

Shelu Bragg said to Ivita: "My lord, the city council also exempted you from the responsibility of going to Ambrose City, and affirmed all your current titles and responsibilities. Unfortunately, the council did not let me bring you any gifts. To tarnish your noble sentiments.”

He glanced at the violin on the table with feigned contempt and continued: "I just think that I have brought the voice of the people."

"The angry voice in the city of Ambrose - the capital of Viscount Ambrose's independent country - is that Viscount Winchester betrayed the country, betrayed the church, and betrayed all the nobles and people who supported him."

"So, I'd like your help."

The envoy of Viscount Winchester [Dezmitre Armstrong] almost put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, but under the cold eyes of Griffin and the old witch, he did not dare to kill here. Opposite [Shelu Bragg].

As a messenger, what you need most is the ability to adapt to situations quickly.

It was impossible for him to let [Shelu Bragg] take Ivitara to the city council in Ambrose.

Armstrong hurriedly said to Ivita: "Sir, please allow me to say something first."

"A person with outstanding talents like your lord is exactly what our Lord Viscount needs."

"The Viscount's sister is still unmarried."

"As far as I know..." Armstrong lowered his voice and said, "Among the many young talents in Ambrose, Lord Viscount likes you the most."

"You are talented, young, handsome, and a territorial noble. You have the ability to marry the most beautiful woman in Ambrose."

"The Viscount has no children. He only has a sister like this. As long as you take a step forward, you may become..."

Armstrong said nothing, because he was talking nonsense.

Anyway, these words were all his own conjectures, and he said them based on what he knew.

Even if Ivita comes to him for an explanation in the future, he can feel confident.

People who are accustomed to being diplomats can easily make expedient measures.

If you follow the rules, you won't get anything done.

Iveta raised her eyebrows without making any comment.

Armstrong said hotly: "We heard that your territory is steadily supplying cast iron to Palvega, so we want you to sell us all the cast iron."

Shelu Bragg was startled and quickly said to Ivita: "My lord, please don't listen to them."

"You have established a stable business with Palvega."

"It would be unwise to give up a stable business."

If Armstrong really achieves his goal, it will be a major diplomatic accident.

Sheru Bragg will probably be squeezed out of the core of the city council for the rest of his life, with no chance of promotion.

The two messengers gradually became quarrelsome and began to quarrel at the dinner table.

Ivita also understood.

Why did they go to such great lengths to send envoys to win over them? The co-author knew about the cast iron.

During this process, Ivita stood up and left the seat, and asked the old witch to entertain the two people on her behalf. She said she was a little tired.

He went up to the study on the second floor and found Tartax waiting on the second floor.

Ivita sat in a chair. "I didn't expect that being polite to these people would be really tiring."

"If it's an enemy, just kill him."

"But they are not enemies."

"I will prepare wine and meat to entertain them. I will politely refuse them to leave tomorrow and will not participate in any party."

Tartax thought for a moment. "Given the current situation, neutrality may still be possible."

"I heard that there have been many local battles in Ambrose during this period."

"The city council wins less and loses more."

"From this point of view, it is the Viscount and the others who have the upper hand. By the way, look at this, this is the first soap produced by the soap factory."

Ivita shook her head, took the soap that was handed to her, her eyes lit up.

The soap is a brick-shaped yellow object.

"In a few days, let Griffin take the soap to Palvega to discuss business and see if they can help us open up sales."

"By the way, Tartax, the city council can lose many times, but Viscount Winchester can only lose once, so it's still unclear who has the upper hand and who is at a disadvantage."

Tartax was puzzled. "Why? Are they any different?"