Is the demon god bewitching people??

The old witch observed Yveta's spell inside the carriage and fell into doubt. 'The spell's power and duration are both quite ordinary.'

'If the fool at the door had a stronger will, even the charm spell might not have succeeded.'

'Although it's the first time using a devil item, succeeding immediately is already outstanding among ordinary wizard apprentices.'

'But this is Your Majesty.'

'Did this Demon God intentionally hold back?'

The old witch secretly glanced at Yveta. 'A magic awakening ritual using six God's Names must hold more secrets. I must continue observing.'

'Throughout the history of devil magic I've read, no one has ever borrowed power using six God's Names.'

'I'm very curious about what will happen.'

Upon entering Kali Town, Yveta sat in the carriage and observed the buildings, which were a mix of wood and stone. He even saw something familiar—streets.

This was the first time Yveta had seen this part of urban life in this world.

However, the streets here were rather narrow.

The width of the street was just enough for a single carriage to pass.

This was because stalls were set up by shops on both sides of the already narrow streets.

Most of the town's residents were laborers and small merchants, so the houses were essentially commercial properties with storefronts.

To allow more residents to sell goods from their front and back yards, the street width was sacrificed to maximize space for stalls.

Along the way, there were fabric shops, cobblers, produce markets, food stalls, and vendors selling farming tools.

These products were generally produced within the houses.

In other words, the town itself served as the central market and workshop hub for the surrounding villages.

As they passed a small stall selling meat pies, Yveta asked Alicia to stop the carriage. He bought a pie as large as a cake for two pennies.

Leili said, "Oh my, Master, this meat pie is worth ten loaves of black bread."

"If you want to eat, Black Wolf and I can hunt a wild rabbit in the mountains for you. With some salt, it would be much tastier than this meat pie."

He felt a pang of regret.

Leili was usually quite frugal.

Generally, his meals cost only about one penny.

This was why he had managed to save so much gold.

Yveta said to Leili, "Don't worry about it. I just want to celebrate the first step of our grand plan for the restoration of the country."

"Leili, just consider this pie a gift from the town's inspector."

Leili's eyes crinkled into a smile when he thought of the twelve shillings and eight pennies.

Indeed, with the twelve shillings and eight pennies gifted by the official, spending money now felt as if it wasn't their own.

It just felt really good.

Yveta alighted from the carriage.

Leili drew his sword and followed. "Master, you are still a target of the Little Brotherhood of Faith. Please remain vigilant."

Yveta nodded at him, then said to the meat pie stall owner, "Could I borrow that knife for a moment?"

Upon seeing the luxurious and intimidating jewelry on Yveta's right hand, the meat pie stall owner immediately handed the knife over.

Unlike the serfs in the manor or the dazed drunkards, the citizens in the town appeared shrewd and capable.

This was the benefit of free people working for themselves.

If work became a thankless public duty, it would turn into the same listlessness and lack of motivation as the serfs in the manor.

Yveta held the knife and cut the meat pie into three slices, dividing it into six pieces.

He gave the first piece to Black Wolf, as Black Wolf had been the first to follow him.

He gave the second piece to the old witch and the third piece to Leili.

Then, he ate a piece himself, walked out of the carriage, and gave the remaining two pieces to Alicia and her child, respectively.

Alicia accepted a piece of meat pie with overwhelming gratitude. "Thank you, my lord."

"The God of All Things will surely repay your generosity and kindness, ensuring all your plans are fulfilled smoothly. But my child and I only need one piece; any more would be..."

Yveta ignored her and directly handed a piece of meat pie to the child hiding behind her. "Alicia, don't casually refuse the goodwill offered by your lord."

"What I say goes. This is your obligation to me."

The child timidly took the meat pie. "Thank you... Older Brother..."

Alicia quickly grabbed his shoulder and whispered, with a hint of anger, "You must say 'my lord,' use a respectful title!"

After returning the knife to the meat pie stall owner, Yveta turned to those in the carriage and said, "Everyone, we have just entered a town in Viscount Ambrose's territory, and we can only share one meat pie."

"But I believe that by the time we leave Viscount Ambrose's territory, we will be able to share the wealth of an entire domain."

Black Wolf and Leili shared a knowing smile, while Alicia felt a warmth spread through her heart.

The old witch certainly wouldn't be swayed by a mere pie. Her heart sank instead, thinking, "As expected of a Demon God, they truly know how to win people over."

In some ancient myths and legends, it's said that these Demon Gods would bewitch people, incite rebellions, and plunge various kingdoms into war.

Now, it seemed the rumors weren't false.

Although the old witch was curious about Yveta, she still feared that staying near the Demon God would bring her immense misfortune.

She spoke, "Your Majesty, we should hurry to Ambrose, the capital of Viscount Ambrose's Independent State."

"It's a city with a population of over a hundred thousand."

"It offers the most opportunities, and my beloved disciple will be there to welcome you."

Yveta looked at her with some confusion.

He wondered what schemes this witch was up to, constantly urging him to go to Ambrose.

Black Wolf suddenly spoke. "Before we go to Ambrose, why don't we visit the branch of the Adventurer's Association in this town first?"

"Firstly, we can earn some money to cover our travel expenses and the cost of purchasing weapons and supplies."

"Secondly, there might be some interesting quests in this town."

"Since we're here anyway."

Yveta's eyes lit up. "Good idea."

The old witch glared at Black Wolf, that damned Demon Hunter. "Your Majesty, you seek quests that can yield wealth, even territory. What kind of quests could possibly be found in such a small, broken town?"

Black Wolf said, "Not necessarily. The reason this town is so prosperous is likely because it's the only route into the viscounty. Although its population isn't large, it's a strategic location."

Yveta said, "Then let's go to the Adventurer's Guild in town."

The old witch glared hatefully at Black Wolf, suddenly having the urge to make a small straw effigy of him and stick a few steel needles into it.

She had to think of a new way to get Yveta to Ambrose as quickly as possible, so she could reunite with her disciple.