The witch thought I am a Demon God

Ivita didn’t want to discuss this any further on the street with the merchant, so he said, "Take us to your mirror. I presume it’s not easy to find a buyer for such an expensive thing."

Jackson laughed awkwardly, knowing this to be true.

Otherwise, these items wouldn’t have remained unsold in his possession for so many years.

In these times, it’s uncommon to find a mirror worth more than a hundred gold pounds, but it’s even rarer to find someone willing to buy such a mirror.

Ivita had already become Jackson’s prospective money god.

He instructed his employees to continue their beastman fire hoop shows and other performances, then he turned to lead Ivita towards a makeshift tent set up between the cages. Along the way, Jackson persistently tried to sell Ivita and the Old Witch on his other products.

"Not only did I steal a mirror from the Candy House, but I also took a noose that someone once used to hang themselves. It’s said that the vision of the person’s death is bound to the rope, allowing others to see it through the rope."

"What a wonderful tombstone it makes. It’s called the ’Memory Leash’. Madam, do you want it?"

The Old Witch raised an eyebrow at him, then slapped him across the face, laughing eerily. "Do you think I need it?"

"Imbecile, mediocre merchant."

In the eyes of the Hearthstone Grand Witch, Jackson had already proved himself a lackluster vendor.