The witch thought I am a Demon God-Chapter 43 - Make Your Enemy Guess Your Move_1

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Make Your Enemy Guess Your Move_1

Chapter 43 -43: Make Your Enemy Guess Your Move_1

Anger led them into the castle, on the first floor.

He instructed Lord Branton to go upstairs to the great hall on the second floor to meet with the Barons Moro.

Branton was somewhat frightened, for it meant he would have to separate from Ivita and the others.

However, he had no choice but to go upstairs first. Otherwise, it would seem too strange.

Anger led Ivita and the others to a side hall on the first floor.

In the side hall, he expressionlessly pushed away the incoming maidservants and said to Ivita and the others, “Before meeting the baron, you must first disarm and remove your armor, and pass through my inspection.”

Ivita was taken aback.

Because disarming would be extremely disadvantageous for them.

Moreover, their opponents would quickly discover the Executioner, the Broken Steel Sword, and the Old Witch’s expensive Mithril twin swords.

Just then, Black Wolf suddenly sneered. “Even when meeting a king it is not necessary to disarm and undress.”

“How special your baron must be.”

“Your demand is too outrageous.”

Anger’s face changed slightly.

Ivita instantly realized.

She remembered that this was not ancient China.

The custom here does not require disarming when meeting important figures.

This Son of Forest masquerading as a human officer was simply causing them trouble.

Moreover, it was uncertain that if they really disarmed, the other side might attack them the next moment.

Anger stubbornly said, “This is the rule here.”

“You…”

Black Wolf said, “Disarming is fine too. But we require spices, soaps, and warm spring water for bathing, as well as four young and beautiful maidens, along with clean clothes suitable for gentlemen and ladies.”

Ivita estimated that according to the prices of this world, this setup would cost at least a hundred gold pounds.

Maybe even more.

Anger was obviously taken aback. He asked incredulously, “What are you talking about?”

Black Wolf was blunt. “Indeed, when you meet the King of Alsace, you have to disarm, take off your armor and change your clothes, but they would have a dedicated protocol department teaching you how to learn proper manners for meeting the King.”

“They would also provide hot spring water, lovely clothing, and food.”

“If it’s the Frank Empire next to the Alsace Kingdom, the cost of a single audience with their sovereign is astronomical, and these are all paid for by them for us, the audience.”

Ivita took over, “Since you’re asking us to disarm, we also request that you provide us with the same or similar treatment.”

Anger fell silent.

He was silenced by poverty.

A few minutes later, a dangerous look flashed in his eyes. “I see, okay, I’ll take you to meet the baron now.”

“Come with me.”

Ivita heaved a sigh of relief in her heart.

It looks like they managed to overcome this hurdle too.

She hoped there would be no more surprises after this.

Anger led them out of the side hall and into the great hall on the second floor.

The hall was surprisingly full of people. Some middle-aged men sat on high wooden stools provided by the baron, while some young attendants stood beside these middle-aged men.

These people should all be the vassals of the Moro Family.

In the crowd were many formal knights and squires, which were the entire strength of this baron’s territory.

Upon arriving here, Black Wolf and the others became nervous.

Because the irony was that the Son of Forest, who had replaced Baron Moro, could command these human vassals to attack them using the feudal law.

Baron Moro was seated in the middle chair, scolding the dumbfounded Branton. “As I have said, there are no Ogres.”

“You understand?”

“I will say it again, there are no Ogres in the territory of Baron Moro!”

Poor Branton was berated to the point that he didn’t dare to retort, and his palms were trembling.

Ivita walked over and calmly stated, “No, I saw the Ogre with my own eyes in your territory.”

“As the one who warned you, you must reward me. If you don’t believe me, you can find a place and I can tell you in detail what happened.”

She walked over and the moment Branton saw Ivita, it was as if he had seen a lifesaver, and his eyes were glowing.

Surrounding knights, who were vassals of the Moro Family and had taken a keen interest in the spectacle, were murmuring to each other.

“Whose child could he be? So audacious! He dares speak against the Baron!”

“He doesn’t appear to be from our Baron’s territory. Could he be from nearby nobility?”

“He looks like an adventurer to me. Perhaps it’s the boldness of inexperience, or maybe he is a second son of a noble family, gaining experience.”

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“I admire him, nonetheless, haha…”

Baron Moro’s face darkened, and he glanced at Ivita.

After hearing the Knights chatter, his anger had been ignited.

It seemed that he should have captured these adventurers this afternoon.

Unexpectedly, as he was about to confront the army, these adventurers had caused such a significant issue. How infuriating.

Baron Moro said, “If that’s the case, you’ll join Branton and I in the side hall.”

“Now, immediately, Anger, you are in charge.”

As Baron Moro stood up, his imposing stature was reminiscent of the tallest pillars, underpinning the atmosphere and dynamics of the situation.

He led the way into the side hall, with Branton, Ivita, and the others following suit.

Upon entering the small side hall adjacent to the main hall, the wooden door was immediately closed.

In the room were only a maid, Baron Moro, Branton, Ivita, Rayli, the old witch, and Black Wolf.

Baron Moro looked infuriated at Branton. “What on earth are you thinking? I told you before, you don’t have a sister, now you’ve conjured up a fake ogre sighting?”

“Guests, do not believe his words.”

“Let’s all have a drink. All expenses are on me; I’ve prepared plenty of wine in the castle. Celebrating with wine is much better than wasting time on this idiot.”

Ivita noticed the maid but had positioned herself to block the exit without anyone realizing.

Nevertheless, he went along with it, “No need, Baron Moro.”

“In reality, we didn’t see any ogres.”

“Yes, we lied.”

Baron Moro was taken aback, as were the others.

Especially Black Wolf, Rayli, and Branton, who felt they couldn’t keep up with Ivita’s train of thought.

What was this all about?

Baron Moro gave a puzzled look. “You do understand that you can be hanged for spreading false news, right? Since you didn’t find any ogres, why lie…”

“Hmm,” Ivita pretended to laugh coldly, initiating his plan. “But what of it! You are on your last leg.”

“Lord Branton is going to force you to relinquish your place as Baron and the castle.”

“Whether or not ogres exist is irrelevant. What matters most is the position of the Baron.”

Baron Moro looked at Branton as though he was seeing his son for the first time, “So…this amounts to a rebellion?”

“Your purpose for seeing me privately… was to kidnap me?”

Branton hesitated for a moment, “Yes, that seems to be the case.”

Baron Moro was speechless.

In his view, the position of the Baron was barely better than nothing.

He didn’t care about the human hierarchy; the Sons of the Forest were relatively equal, with no concept of lords or vassals.

He spoke to Branton in an exasperated tone: “You are my only heir. After my death, my position will be yours.”

“If you are so eager for it, well, I’ll cede it to you in a few days.”

“Would that prevent your rebellion?”

Branton: “That would give me something to think about.”

Baron Moro completely eased up. “Well then, think about it.”

Ivita noticed that the maid at the entrance had stepped away, looking at them with an incredulous expression.

She yawned and casually took a seat on the chair, watching them as if they were characters in a farce.

At that moment, Ivita rushed toward the Baron, deciding to launch a surprise attack when the enemy least expected it. “No, we are going to hold you hostage and make you publicly renounce your title, ceding it to Branton!”

Branton also instinctively dashed forward, and the others followed suit.

The former maid tried to stand up, but it was too late. Once she considered the Baron’s strength compared to the adventurers’.

She sat back down.

In her eyes, this had become nothing more than a childish farce.

An impractical fantasy of rebellion.