The witch thought I am a Demon God

After Ivita and others left the castle, they asked several farmers for information. Everyone said that the lord had only one son and no daughters.

This made Ivita begin to think that this mission was a prank.

Or, he simply misinterpreted the meaning of the old druid before. In fact, the task of recruiting a blacksmith on the last wooden board was really the task in the prophecy!

I really hope that if they go back now, they can still receive that mission.

But even so, a bunch of supplies and a handling fee of 8 pennies were wasted.

The sky was getting darker and it was time to decide whether to leave.

Black Wolf said that it was not a good idea to stay in this weird place, not to mention that the owner here did not welcome them.

I would rather stay in the wild than live here.

The old witch, in an unusually rare gesture, supported his decision and suggested that it would be better to leave immediately.

Ivita also thought about it. Baron Morrow was very concerned about others knowing about his son. What if he wanted to kill someone and silence him.

Although the probability is relatively small, we must take precautions.

So, they got on the carriage, pulled the cow on the road again, and left the Morrow Barony.

Alicia's child has always been well-behaved. He seemed to understand his mother's difficulties, so even though he was running around like this, he still didn't make any sound.

Just fell into a deep sleep.

Alicia showed gratitude after Iveta let her child sleep in the carriage.

The sky was completely dark, and they were about to leave the Morrow Barony, when suddenly there was movement in the bushes on the side of the road.

The black wolf reacted quickly and immediately grabbed the short crossbow on his back, jumped out of the carriage and aimed it at the bushes. "who!"

The old witch's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a hint of coldness.

Ivita also touched the Ring of Gray Eye of Thunder, ready to use the "Lightning Spell" attached to it at any time.

Are the Boar Knights chasing after them, or are they assassins from the Little Lutheran Brotherhood?

"Wait a minute, it's...it's me..."

A head emerged from the bushes, and it turned out to be Blanton, the eldest son of Baron Morrow.

Blanton looked at the crossbow in Black Wolf's hand, showing a hint of solemnity, waving his hands repeatedly and saying: "No, no, no...it's me."

Black Wolf put away his short crossbow and frowned: "Your father drove us away, and now you are stopping us."

"what do you mean?"

"The Morrows have no hospitality at all."

Branton said anxiously: "Everyone, I swear to God, I have absolutely no intention of playing tricks on you warriors."

"I issued the mission because I really have a sister, and she was captured by the ogres."

Ivita stepped out of the carriage, "But your father said that you have no sister. The nearby people say that your father has no daughter."

“One person can lie, but do all people lie?”

"How do you explain this?"

Branton suppressed his blush and took out half of the painting, which showed Baron Moreau holding the hands of a girl and a boy.

The boy looked very similar to Blanton, but a little younger.

"Look, this is a famous painting that I secretly saved."

"This is the work of Mr. Leonardo Michelangelo, the master of art from Ambrose, and there is his signature in the corner. You don't have to believe my words, but you should also believe in this master. "

Ivita walked over and took the painting dubiously.

As expected, the name of the artist is embellished below the painting, and there is also a blessing phrase——

[Dedicated to the happy family of Baron Moreau, you have a smart son and a lovely daughter. 】

Black Wolf came over and took a look at the painting, then raised his head and glanced at Blanton in disbelief. He said to Ivita: "If the signature is not forged, then the master's words can be believed."

"Is Mr. Leonardo Michelangelo famous?" the old witch said disdainfully: "Couldn't it be that the son of the baron intimidated the little painter and faked it for him?"

Black Wolf and Rayleigh looked at the old witch with speechless expressions.

Blanton was immediately shocked, looking at the Hearthstone Witch in horror. "You call him a little painter?"

"You know, his position in Ambrose?"

The old witch never cared about things among mortals that did not involve money.

Reilly coughed and reminded her: "Mr. Leonardo Michelangelo is one of the most famous painters in Ambrose. It is said that the mayor of Pavila once spent 3,600 gold pounds to please He painted a representative painting for a wall of the landmark church in the city of Pavila.”

"Let this painting and the church become the pride of the city of Pallavi."

"As a result, Mr. Leonardo Michelangelo was halfway through the painting when he suddenly decided that three thousand six hundred gold pounds was too little and not enough to pay for his superb painting skills."

"So, Mr. Leonardo Michelangelo only painted one-half of the painting and left, saying that he would make a painting as big as a wall for the church, which would be worth at least seven thousand two hundred gold pounds. "

"Mayor Pallavi is furious, but this incident has become the foundation of Mr. Leonardo Michelangelo's reputation."

Only then did the old witch understand that this man was not a small painter, but a master who was well-known in the Viscount Kingdom.

She snorted.

Ivita felt that this thing was getting weirder and weirder, and judging from this posture, this mission might really be the mission predicted.

He looked at Blanton. "But how did you get this painting? You probably can't afford such a high fee."

He had learned some common sense from the people around him before, and coupled with some knowledge in his memory, he knew that the annual income of a small barony was only between 700 and more than 1,000 gold pounds.

If it's a particularly poor place, it might be even less.

Blanton felt something was wrong. He felt that the other party was not an ordinary explorer.

Ordinary explorers have little culture and are easy to fool.

However, these people across from each other were all very well-spoken and knowledgeable.

He conversed with them and even felt that he was talking to a group of nobles.

This made Branton involuntarily lower his position. He said: "It was a coincidence. My grandfather had some friendship with the master, so he painted this one for us. But there is only one painting."

"I don't know what happened to make everyone forget my sister, but fortunately there are still paintings left by the master."

"But this is the only evidence."

Yvetta frowned and looked down at the painting.

"But if we help you and find your sister, or your sister's body, how much commission should you pay us?"

Blanton originally wanted to make a sneaky idea, such as bullying the explorers for their lack of knowledge and lowering the commission.

But now he has changed his mind. He is afraid of angering Ivita and the others, causing Ivita and others to leave.

The situation has fallen into Ivita's control.

Branton thought for a moment and said a huge number. "75 pounds!"

"This is all the money I've saved."

"May I?"

Iveta thought about it for a moment, and realized that the price was actually dozens of times higher than a normal mission.

If it weren't for the other party's special situation and anxious sister, he would definitely not pay such an outrageous price.

In other words, the reason he was able to bid so high was because it was Blanton's sister's life-saving money.

And now they are Blanton's only hope, the only mercenaries he might be able to mobilize.

But this is not his goal.

What I want is something other than money.

But it’s better to observe the situation yourself first.

"One hundred and twenty gold pounds," said Ivita. "Can't go below this price."

"And if a new situation arises, when we judge that we need to increase prices, we need to increase prices."

"You..." Brenton gritted his teeth. "Okay, after that, I can borrow some money from the merchants to pay you."

"I hope you're worth the price."

"You can help me find my sister."

Ivita tried not to let him have too much room for fantasy, reminding him: "The premise is that your sister is still alive. Otherwise, the most we can do is find her body for you."

"We don't have the ability to bring the dead back to life."

"You should understand."

Branton sighed, knowing that Ivita was telling the truth. "Well, I understand."