Chapter 105: Chapter 95: The United Magic of the Piercing Duke and the Ice Witch_1 Chapter 105: Chapter 95: The United Magic of the Piercing Duke and the Ice Witch_1 Inside the city hall, Ivita yelled, “The feudal system also poses significant problems, such as wealth stagnation, corrupted trade markets due to privilege, and peaceless cities due to nobility’s conspiracies. An individual’s power reaching an extent where they can arbitrarily dispose of half a city’s property is an issue.”

“If a person’s caprice demands the entire city to exhaust unlimited resources to fulfill it, where does that leave our city’s trade?”

“When everyone becomes someone’s slave, there won’t be a market. The wool collecting business will collapse, the weavers will go bankrupt, the roof tile makers will be jobless, money lenders won’t have customers, and honest businesspeople will only be able to farm to pay taxes to the supreme master.”

Ivan said, “This is what we see in the condition of the kingdoms and duchies to the north of our Ambros land.”

“Those kingdoms and duchies are not as adept at trade as we Ambros people.”

As he said this, Ivita felt the war attribute’s magic power surge within him. His shadow morphed into a giant wolf.

However, nobody in the city council noticed the giant wolf under Ivita’s feet gazing over everyone in the city hall from the Lion Pallet as they are engrossed in heated debates.

Ivita subtly wiped the sweat off his forehead. He knew that he had incited these people to become impassioned.

Because they were all professionals in practical matters.

If they calmed down, they would ask him a series of questions about economics and trade, reducing his persuasiveness significantly.

The members of the city council didn’t expect the young man standing on stage to suddenly criticize the feudal system. At first, they didn’t care much. Still, they gradually found themselves involuntarily agreeing with his points.

His words resonated with them, yet they left them perplexed.

Lord Prole frowned as Ivita’s words made him uncomfortable.

Lady Alice, however, was relieved.

Fortunately, Ivita didn’t turn out to be the man she was worried about, one who would firmly ally himself with the nobles.

The president of the Weaving Guild was full of doubt, “If both the republican system and the feudal system are flawed, what should we do?”

“Lady Alice criticized the inefficiency of the republic, and you discussed the power imbalance in the feudal system. However, if both political structures have substantial problems, what should we do? Surely, we can’t live in anarchy!”

The president of the Wool Guild sighed, “If neither paths are viable, should we blaze a third path?”

Some directly asked Ivita, “Could Parviga really perform better economically if it focuses exclusively on selling agricultural products?”

Ivita chose to ignore this question because he knew he was no match for the experts present at economic issues.

These guild leaders were more cunning than each other.

Once in their field of expertise, they would lead him by the nose.

Ivita shifted the discussion towards the abstract spirit of the system rather than the system’s specifics.

“There’s no need,” Ivita told them, “We don’t need to blaze a third path. Our current Ambros has both feudal nobility and a city council, meaning we simultaneously have the advantages of a republic, feudal, and monarchistic systems.”

“Dear councillors, the Alsasians don’t do business like we do, and the Florcanans from the south don’t farm like we do.”

“If we maintain the status quo, we will possess the advantages of three political structures, unmatched by anyone.”

The guild members started discussing. Alice and Lord Prole’s manipulation of the conversation gave Ivita an unprecedented opportunity.

This opportunity would soon pass as the guild leaders would quickly shake off the rhetoric and realize that Lord Prole and Alice’s viewpoints were far-fetched and irrelevant.

Nevertheless, Ivita seized the opportunity. Somewhat fortuitous, but he still capitalized on this luck.

When the major guild leaders began their discussion, Ivita breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he had succeeded.

Furthermore, the rest should come more easily.

A nation’s machine, once set in motion, did not require him to add fuel to operate itself.

Ivita lightly tossed out, “The political structure of Viscount Ambrose’s Independent Country is the best. We have a monarch, nobles, and a guild. We have the advantages of all three elements without their disadvantages. Continuing as we are is the best course of action. But who wants to disrupt this equilibrium?”

The guild leaders immediately thought of the nobility.

The Eastern Baron Alliance, led by Viscount Winchester, were the first to wage war against the cities. Just last week, they destroyed an ancient city with a history of six hundred years.

The city, ranked between the eleventh and twelfth within Ambros, was also in danger.

If a city this size could be razed by a maniac like Viscount Winchester and tens of thousands of its residents executed, it meant that all Ambros cities were under threat.

Ivita didn’t intend to take sides in this war over trade routes and grain prices. However, maintaining Parviga’s state and removing noble forces and instability could undoubtedly be beneficial.

Parviga was his most important neighboring city and the one with the largest market.

Maintaining stability in Parviga, establishing a deep personal friendship with Lady Alice, and building a profound partnership with the Blacksmith Guild were in his best interest.

The Guild leaders had gradually come to the realization that they only needed to maintain the status quo. Those who aimed to overthrow it, nobles or guilds, needed to be suppressed, expelled.

The centrist faction, now desperate for a new direction, quickly agreed with this viewpoint.

The multitude of voices in the City Hall gradually coalesced into one.

“Preserve the status quo! One Ambros, one Monarch, one City Council, this is the best system.”

“Yes, that young man was right. Although he is indeed a little young, his words make a lot of sense.”

Lady Alice was relieved to see everyone united in hate against a common enemy.

The Mayor of Parviga, seeing such circumstances, did not know what to say. He glanced surreptitiously at Ivita, wondering where this guy had come from.

The grey-robed woman by Lord Prole’s side seemed to have been provoked too far. “Nonsense!”

“Lord, act immediately, kill these people.”

Meanwhile, the entire City Hall was shrouded in a mist of blood that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Looking down, Ivita saw an elaborate Magic Array on the Lion Pallet.

The water spouting from the lion statue’s mouth had frozen into icicles.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a magic trap had been set up on the platform of this lion statue fountain at some point.

It was probably intended for some big figure who might stand and speak on this high platform, but unexpectedly turned against him.

Lord Prole also began yelling loudly while the nobles’ private soldiers ran out from the inner channels of the City Hall, encircling the place.

Lord Prole, this old man, had finally thrown off his feigned kindness. “Enough, I am done talking with you. Your good days are over.”

“Your end is coming.”

“Parviga will also be destroyed! All of you failures of the city should be destroyed!”

Behind the woman in the grey robe, two different powers emerged. One was a giant bloodhound with bat wings on its back, baring its teeth horrifically behind the woman.

The other was an owl encased in ice, standing on the woman’s shoulder, its large eyes coldly staring at the hall as if looking at a group of the dead.

At that moment, the grey-robed woman stood up and said to everyone in the City Hall, “I originally wanted to recruit some of you, but now it seems you are beyond hope.”

“I represent the Piercing Duke of Wallachia and the Ice Witch of Ambros Snow Mountain. Two powers confluence within my body, and two wills repeat in my mind.”

She raised her head, a blue light releasing from her left eye and a red light from her right.

“Two types of magic power make me invincible.”

She raises her head, extending her hand, the blood fog and frost inside the City Hall became worse, “I am not a witch, but I am more powerful than a witch.”

“Now, I am going to kill you first, dangerous guy.”

This was addressed to Ivita, who suddenly found his feet turned into blocks of ice, rapidly spreading up to his knees and continuing upwards.

The Mayor beside him was frozen faster, his chest had already turned into an ice sculpture at this moment.

Ivita thought to himself, problematic.

Ivita was dumbfounded, what happened?

Nearby, Lady Alice’s witch apprentice, from a distance, called out loudly, “Lord Ivita, the opponent is a human puppet, with two forces, stuffing disastrous Magic Power into a human body. You need to leave that array immediately, that array is amplifying their magic power!”

Ivita frowned, wasn’t the Ice Witch in a dark alliance with the Son of Forest?

How did she end up with the Piercing Duke of Wallachia?

Right, the Piercing Duke of Wallachia must have been a long-distance supporter of the nobility in Ambros.

The ice was about to spread to Ivita’s waist. Ivita wanted to use the Fire Bird in his retina to break free, but at this crucial moment, he couldn’t release his Flame magic.

“….”

Ivita thought, awful. Since he couldn’t use Flame magic to counteract Ice magic, he would have to use the Damage curse and Lightning Curse to attack that woman in the grey robe’s physical body.

At this moment, Ivita’s shadow entity, the giant wolf, bit into his trouser leg. Glancing down, Ivita was shocked.

“Are you suggesting that I use the magic that will consume my War Magic Power?”