The witch thought I am a Demon God-Chapter 49 - Suicide Lords Rights and Obligations_1

Chapter 49: Chapter 49, Suicide, Lord’s Rights and Obligations_1

Chapter 49 -49, Suicide, Lord’s Rights and Obligations_1

The old witch stayed in the castle to study the corpses of the Children of the Forest infected with Human Pus, while Ivita led a group to the castle’s stable.

In front of the stables, a group of knights were waiting for attendants to lead their warhorses out of the stable.

Ivita counted and found that the middle-aged Knight Taville had seven knights following him, and they were also followed by forty-five armed infantry and more than two hundred peasant soldiers that they had brought along.

Currently, with only more than one hundred and twenty guards in the castle, these troops were extremely important.

Ivita couldn’t possibly let them go to their deaths.

Ivita moved to the side of Knight Taville, who arrogantly didn’t even give him a glance.

Ivita said, “Knight Taville, let your servants go to the stable to feed your warhorses. We will soon face a tough battle. My men saw an army belonging to a different race in the forest. If you go out now to pursue them, you are only courting disaster.”

“My suggestion is that we rest while they travel.”

“We stay inside the castle.”

“Let the peasants take refuge in the castle, let your villagers hide in the manors, or come to our castle for refuge.”

Knight Taville looked at Ivita with a cold smile. “Who gave you, just a mere explorer, the right to command and dispatch.”

“Your men saw an army in the forest? Based on your measly explorers?”

“Chasing the retreating soldiers can bring the greatest victory and the greatest military merits. You people are not knights, you don’t understand these things.”

“Explorer’s methods are of no use in battle.”

Ivita frowned, he really didn’t have much experience. A person with experience could easily persuade others by citing examples of wars they had participated in the past.

But right now, his strange identity and young age made it impossible for a middle-aged knight to accept him wholeheartedly.

Knight Taville even spoke rudely to Ivita, “Get out of the way, explorer.”

“I’m going to pursue and kill those bastards who killed Moro, my comrade. I grew up with Moro, we studied swordsmanship together, I can’t accept… I can’t accept that he’s just gone like this!”

Ivita found this difficult.

He couldn’t convince such a fool.

Looking at Taville’s reddened eyes, Ivita tried one last time, “If you go after them, you’re certain to die.”

“They have already regrouped their forces in the forest…”

Knight Taville suddenly drew his knight sword and struck at Ivita.

‘Clang~’

The Black Wolf’s sword intercepted Knight Taville’s sword.

The Black Wolf felt that the other party was not using all his strength, the strike was merely an act of intimidation.

However, it also angered the Black Wolf. “Taville, don’t push your luck.”

Ivita glanced at the crossed greatsword and knight sword in front of his eyes, fearless. “Taville, are you going to raise your sword against the people who have shown you kindness?”

Taville’s face changed several times, he knew he owed Ivita a favor.

If it were not for Ivita, he would have fallen into the traps of the Children of the Forest long ago.

Taville knew he was in the wrong, “Whoever dares to stop me, I will cut him.”

His attendant brought him his horse, Knight Taville mounted up.

He rode off directly, leaving this place, his troops followed him.

Ivita furrowed his brows and said to the departing troops, “Think about your families, gentlemen.”

“I guarantee you, the army of the Children of the Forest outside has already regrouped completely. Going out this time is nothing short of sending yourselves to your deaths.”

“If the standing army dies outside, it could be said to be glory of a warrior. But among you, many are just peasants who have been drafted by feudal obligation.”

“Your wives and children are still waiting for you at home. Don’t leave the castle to court death!”

Some of the peasant soldiers began to hesitate.

The lord of Ambros could conscript the serfs in his territory for ten days of war labor each year.

In other words, these peasants could only be drafted for ten days a year.

This was because the serfdom in Ambros had become too weak.

When Ivita said this, many of the reluctant serfs began to hesitate.

Many of them stayed in place and did not follow the troops to leave.

These serfs had not received any war training, and they were actually not willing to follow Taville to chase the enemy.

They simply were unable to resist the call of feudal obligations from their lord.

Now, seeing Ivita, who apparently has become the de facto ruler of the baron’s territory, speak like this, a considerable number of more audacious serfs really wanted to stop following the troops.

Knight Taville turned and sneered, “Those who wish to stay behind are nothing but cowards.”

“The spoils of this battle will all be yours, those ‘Sons of Forest’ left a lot of things behind when they fled.”

Wealth tempts the heart.

Hearing him say this, some of the serf soldiers, who originally wanted to stay behind, now wanted to follow him again.

Eventually, fifty or so peasant soldiers were left.

This was not bad.

With this, the number of soldiers in the castle was close to two hundred.

Though the quality might not necessarily be high.

The service time for peasant soldiers is indeed only ten days, yet if the forest children truly besiege the city, they won’t be able to leave the castle and return home.

These fifty-something men are at least all healthy and robust adult males.

Their stay in the castle can still be of substantial use.

Ivita has managed to retain some soldiers.

He asked Rayli and butler Akaranda to assign suitable positions for these soldiers on the castle walls.

Then, he ordered Black Wolf to check on how many arrows, armors, and how much food was left in the castle.

If the forest children really do besiege the castle in the future, these things can be lifesavers.

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Ivita, taking Branton with him, returned to the second floor of the castle, and called upon the Old Witch to come to the former baron’s study.

In the study, Ivita sat in the baron’s usual chair with a backrest and asked, “Branton, do you think we can use the name of the Moro family to write a letter to Ambrose Grand Viscount, asking for his support?”

Branton immediately responded, “Of course, sir.”

The Old Witch didn’t mince her words. “It was possible before, after all, this was the country of the Grand Viscount, but now it’s not.”

“Because… look, the Viscount’s country seems to have split into two factions now, they’re too busy dealing with their own issues, and that’s probably why the sons of the forest dared to show up again.”

Ivita frowned. “What level of profession does that Ancient Soul equate to?”

“Barely a third level, same as me,” the old witch said. “Because of the presence of the Thousand-Year Fire, the Sons of Forest can’t wield force beyond the third level here.”

“Though, even among all third-level professionals, everyone’s strengths are different, and their power isn’t necessarily the same.”

Branton suddenly grew curious. “So what are you good at?”

The Old Witch was blunt, and said somewhat proudly, “Running away is my best skill.”

Branton’s eyes widened, and he looked at Ivita, then at the Old Witch. “This…”

Ivita sighed. “Since they can only muster third-level power, I don’t have to worrying too much.”

The old witch said, “Your Highness, are we really going to have a hard fight with the Sons of Forest here? Originally, this should be the responsibility of the nobles and city council of Viscount Ambros’s Independent Country. What does this have to do with us!”

“Hearthstone Witch,” Ivita looked at her very seriously. “Rights and responsibilities are equivalent.”

“Those who enjoy the rights must fulfil the corresponding responsibilities.”

“A lord who abandons his territory and subjects will also be abandoned by his subjects.”

“If I leave now, the baron’s territory that we obtained with such difficulty will slip out of our hands.”

Upon hearing these words, Branton instantly felt that Ivita was a very responsible royal family member.

Indeed, entrusting the territory to someone like him was the right decision.

The Hearthstone Grand Witch rolled her eyes, ostensibly paying no heed to it.

But then, she suddenly thought of Hearthstone Castle, and for the first time had the idea of returning to Hearthstone Castle.

She wanted to go back and see what the castle looked like after so many years.

But soon, she restrained this idea.

For them, witches, the entire world was their home!

Ivita asked the Old Witch, “What exactly is the Thousand-Year Fire? You’ve mentioned it before, and the Sons of Forest are also scared of it.”

The Old Witch replied, “Well, the Thousand-Year Fire, this pertains to the history of Ambros.”

“What I know are merely some legends, but I can narrate them to you.”