People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 113 Planning

Does it matter?

Suren spoke calmly.

Fiona stared at him, remaining silent for a long time.

Previously, on the plane, she only felt that the other person was special, and there were not many people who could resist her mind-reading ability.

He then wondered if he could recruit him into the academy to be his personal advisor.

This would also be a good opportunity to replace the current mute butler who knows too many of my secrets.

But now, this prey has somehow found out about his situation and is forcing him instead.

A sense of humiliation and anger welled up in Fiona's heart.

Once upon a time, in her youthful arrogance, she could command the submission of all the witches in New Orleans, but now, she's being forced to bow her head by a young man?!

Although she longed for youth, her proud self-esteem would never allow her to be manipulated by an outsider.

A mesmerizing pink light drifted across her eyes.

Suren felt a mental force even stronger than the one on the plane transform into a sharp knife, stabbing towards him.

"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty cup."

His gaze turned cold, and his figure became a blur.

Before the pink light in Fiona's eyes had faded, Suren had already grabbed her by the neck and lifted the high and mighty Supreme Witch up.

The intense feeling of suffocation contorted Fiona's face.

She gripped Suren's fingers with both hands, unleashing her full magical power.

The flames inside the fireplace suddenly exploded, transforming into a fire dragon in mid-air, its mouth snapping at Suren.

The entire house trembled under the power of the Supreme Witch, and various pieces of furniture were lifted from the ground and smashed towards Suren from all directions.

Suren felt the chill behind her, but her expression remained unchanged.

He pulled his right arm back slightly, and purple magic covered his entire arm.

Localized demonization!

Then, he punched Fiona in the stomach.

"Bang!"

The shockwave rippled out from the point where fists met flesh, tearing apart the fire dragon behind them.

The impact pierced through Fiona's body and shattered the wall behind her.

"puff-

—

Fiona coughed up blood, her telekinesis spiraling out of control.

In mid-air, the furniture lost control and crashed to the ground.

Suren released her grip, and Fiona lay on the ground, clutching her stomach, curled up in pain.

He looked down at Fiona, naturally not worried that she would be killed by that punch.

As the Supreme Witch, if she couldn't even withstand a simple punch, then her death would be in vain.

Even if he did kill her, he could simply take the corpse to Mary Lavaux, the Voodoo Queen, for a deal.

"I'm discussing a deal with you calmly, Principal."

Suren said, "I'll come see you again tomorrow. I hope you won't do anything foolish again."

After saying that, he turned and left the villa.

The night breeze was slightly cool.

Suren pushed open the door and walked into a bar.

Inside the bar, the lights were dim and the crowd was large.

The magical mark he left on Madison remains there.

His trip to New Orleans was to build his own intelligence network.

His original plan was to have Marie Laver join the group, but he never expected to run into Fiona.

However, now that we have this group of witches, we can also change our strategy.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Fiona is a cunning old fox, skilled in scheming. Cooperating with her is like dancing with a snake; sooner or later, you'll be bitten back.

Since that's the case, why not help the young and naive Zoe rise to power?

Once she becomes the Witch Supreme, she will kill Fiona and transfer all of Fiona's magic to Zoe.

Then, using Fiona's body, they recruited Mary Laver into the gang.

At that time, he would naturally be able to control the witch forces in New Orleans.

This is also why he didn't choose to kill Fiona.

Suren bypassed the dance floor, declined several girls' invitations to dance, and followed the flow of magic towards the back door passage.

Just then, a panicked figure suddenly bumped into us from the side.

"Sulen!"

Zoe stopped him. "Madison's gone! She was just here."

Suren pushed aside the crowd blocking her way and continued walking towards the back door: "Come with me."

Pushing open the door, you'll find yourself in a dark alleyway.

Several young men in baseball uniforms gathered together, grinning wickedly.

Madison lay unconscious on the ground, her clothes still intact.

As they loosened their belts and prepared to step forward, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Gentlemen, this place is not suitable for doing this kind of thing."

Suren came out.

They were initially startled, but after realizing that Suren was alone, lewd smiles immediately appeared on their faces.

"Hey bro. I'm from the fraternity."

One of the young men whistled and leaned in to put his arm around Suren's shoulder, but his hand secretly reached behind his back.

"Want to play a bit? I guarantee this girl is awesome."

The only response the young man received was a fist that rapidly enlarged in his pupils.

The man collapsed limply without uttering a sound.

Before the remaining thugs could react, Suren had already vanished from the spot.

The battle ended after only a few exchanges.

Madison!

Zoe, who had just squeezed out of the bar, kicked the dead thug and rushed forward to hug her unconscious companion.

"How are you?"

Hearing Zoe's shout, Madison slowly opened her eyes.

After taking in her surroundings, she froze, then shoved Zoe aside and used the barbed wire to support herself as she stood up: "Oh? A hero saving a damsel in distress?"

Before she could finish speaking, her legs went weak, and she involuntarily fell forward.

Suren slightly turned to the side, reached out and grabbed her arm to steady her balance.

"You really are—"

Madison gritted her teeth and glared at him angrily.

The next morning.

Suren took the two girls back to the witch academy.

As soon as she entered, Madison left without even saying hello, her high heels clicking on the floor.

Zoe followed silently behind him.

The living room has been restored to its original state, and there is no trace of the battle that took place here last night.

Fiona sat on the sofa, a cigarette between her fingers, reverting to her haughty demeanor.

But when she saw Suren, a hint of fear and resentment flashed in her eyes.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"That's what Su Lun said."

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Fiona nodded: "You have to tell me how first, or let me see you."

"no problem."

He was the first to walk outside.

Fiona and Zoe followed, and surprisingly, Madison, who had originally gone back to her room, changed into a revealing outfit and followed as well.

The Mercedes-Benz was already parked outside the villa.

"Where to?"

Fiona, sitting in the passenger seat, turned to look at Suren, who was sandwiched between Zoe and Madison in the back seat, and a look of disdain flashed in her eyes.

Suren looked at her: "If I remember correctly, there's a place that you witches call a holy site?"

Fiona frowned slightly upon hearing this.

She hesitated for a moment before asking, "You mean Marionette Topps?"

Suren nodded: "That's it."

Centuries ago, it was the dwelling place of a witch and the only legal sanctuary for her descendants.

Later, this sacred site was bought by a noblewoman.

Mary Laver, the Voodoo Queen, was killed by the nobleman who bought the land.

In a fit of rage and revenge against this wicked woman, Mary Laver forced her to drink a specially made potion.

This potion can inflict a curse of "immortality".

She then buried the noblewoman alive, condemning her to eternal torment of suffocation and darkness.

The place where they were buried alive was this sacred site, which the witches considered a historical relic.

The method of immortality that Suren was going to tell Fiona was through this noblewoman who had lived for centuries.

As for the secret recipe for the magic potion?

That's something she should worry about herself.

Fiona listened to Suren confirm the destination and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

If Suren hadn't appeared, she had originally planned to take the group of newly enrolled witches to that place for an on-site investigation a few days later.

Apart from a few dilapidated houses and a history of a noblewoman massacring black people, there was nothing particularly special about that place.

Unexpectedly, the secret that Suren spoke of, which was enough to grant her immortality, was hidden in this place known to all witches.

How many secrets does this man still hold that she doesn't know about?