The witch thought I am a Demon God

Apart from being a wizard and his dominion being too small, these two flaws aside, Ivita was the ideal king in the view of Scholar City.

But, him being at this level and aiding a baron was a misuse of talent, both wasteful and not very meaningful.

Scholar City has plenty of lower-level scholars.

It would be more appropriate to have a fresh graduate scholar from university, lurking around Ivita, assisting him, making the next move casually.

Tartax thought about it. After all, he was a dual doctor of ancient history and humanities philosophy from Scholar City. His target this time was the crown prince of Alsace, and only by governing a country could he fully utilize his abilities.

Tartax changed his mind and sincerely wanted to help Ivita, considering him a future ally.

"Actually... aside from robbery, there’s a faster way to make money."

Ivita looked up at him, puzzled.

In this world, what method is faster than robbery?

Tartax paused for a moment, stood up, supported himself with both hands on Ivita’s desk, and said, "Borrowing money!"

"This method is even faster than stealing money!"