The witch thought I am a Demon God

While this business cannot pay taxes to the city, its very existence in Parviga already contributes to Parviga’s economic strength and market scale.

Besides, the iron ore output from Baron Moro’s territory has always been small, akin to scratching meat off a mosquito.

Too little to abandon, yet too tasteless to savour.

So, even if Ivita’s request is granted, Parviga’s losses over the next ten years may not exceed a thousand pounds.

However, the mayor did not consider the iron casting business. Perhaps Lady Alice would have told him, but there currently were no conditions to do so.

Thus, after thinking it over, the mayor cheerfully said, "Alright, Baron."

"I have agreed with all your requests, please help our city."

On the other hand, the Blood Heaven Dog managed to stabilize Miss Alexei’s body. Miss Alexei sat up with difficulty, spewing blood from her mouth.

Ivita extended her palm, in her field of view, each of her Throwing Magic spells manifested like a hand of magic power grasping hundreds of daggers simultaneously.