Witch Monastery

Heidi's eyes lit up, and then she nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

She then took his arm and prepared to walk out together. However, Hawthorne pulled his arm away and said, "No, I'll just follow you. If we run into other witches, especially if Jutta sees us, who knows what will happen."

Hearing this, Heidi's expression was slightly regretful: "Okay, let's be careful too."

As they spoke, they walked out one after the other.

The monastery is not very large. From the room to the main entrance, the total distance is less than a hundred meters.

They didn't encounter anything along the way. However, just as they reached the gate, a figure suddenly turned out from the side. The lower half of his robe moved, and he almost moved horizontally towards them: "Heidi, you..."

As she spoke, she suddenly stopped moving and looked at Hawthorne who was beside her with a look of shock.

Hawthorne looked at the girl in front of him with black hair, black eyes, and a gentle and beautiful appearance. His heart suddenly rose to his throat and he immediately recognized her identity.

It's a butterfly!

The witch of memory has long black hair like a waterfall. When she takes off her nun's hat, her scattered hair is enough to be mesmerized!

However, beneath the beautiful appearance, Hawthorne was very clear about how terrifying her true form was: it was a monster as big as a small bungalow, shaped like a brain, with all kinds of tentacles growing underneath. When it grabbed a person, it would reach into their ears and suck the other person's soul and memory!

Looking at Die walking towards them, his heart was in his throat and he cursed inwardly, as expected, another accident happened!

Compared to his nervousness, Die's eyes were more confused.

What's going on with these two?

Heidi, ready to go out with a human?

No, damn, don’t let him find out!

She panicked for a moment, and then quickly recited a spell. Then a wave of magic flashed, and her tentacles hidden under the nun's robe turned back into human legs. She breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked forward as if nothing had happened, steadily and gracefully.

Heidi's face also showed a trace of panic. She pretended to be calm and took the initiative to ask, "Sister, you came to see me, is there something wrong?"

Die glanced at Huo Sang. Since there were outsiders present, there were some things that she couldn't say directly. "It's nothing. I just heard yesterday that my sister was feeling unwell. I was very worried, so I came to see if my sister was feeling better this morning."

What I mean is, I'm here to care about you.

But she didn't know that among the three people present, she was the outsider.

Then, Die's eyes fell on Hawthorne again: "Who is this?"

Heidi cursed Die in her heart for being nosy, but still forced a smile: "Thank you for your concern, sister. I am no longer in the way. This is Mr. Hawthorne. He was sick with a high fever, so I will be taking care of him."

"Now, his body has recovered better, so I want to take him out to see if I can help him recover better."

As she said this, she blinked frantically and hinted to Die: "Sister, do you have anything else to say? If not, I will leave first."

Hawthorne lowered his head and said nothing. He still remembered the last time when Jutta almost gouged out his eyes with a look. That almost became a psychological shadow in his mind. Naturally, he didn't want to say anything rashly at this moment.

Die's eyes were filled with worry, and his gaze moved back and forth between her and Hawthorne. His intuition told him that the relationship between these two people was not ordinary.

But in the end, she guessed that Heidi might have just been in a spur of the moment mood and was reluctant to eat the beautiful food right away, so she just wanted to play with it first.

After all, it is impossible for the proud witches to fall in love with a human, right?

So, she didn't say much, and stepped aside to make way: "Well, I'm glad you're okay, you guys go."

Heidi and Hawthorne both breathed a sigh of relief, thanked them again, and left quickly. But Die looked at their backs, still feeling uneasy.

However, neither of them paid attention to her gaze. After crossing the gate of the monastery, it was the outside world.

It has been more than half a month since he traveled through time, however, this is the first time that Hawthorne has left the monastery gate and walked onto the street outside.

As soon as he came out, he felt a completely different air. It was the wider sky outside, the fresher morning breeze, and the breath of "freedom" blowing in his face, making every cell in his body tremble and cheer crazily!

come out!

Although he knew that this was only temporary, he still had to return to the monastery.

, and then continue to stay in your room or study, not daring to go out all day.

He was not voluntarily isolating himself from the world, nor was he making a sacrifice for some greater long-term plan. He was just afraid of the violence and threats from the witches, so he had to hide in his room and not go out.

The depression and grievance he felt could be imagined, so at this moment, even if it was just temporary relaxation and a moment of freedom, he couldn't help but feel happy both physically and mentally.

Of course, leaving the monastery also means leaving the comfort zone. Some of the tender warmth fades away, and a certain harsh atmosphere also comes to you.

Inside and outside the monastery are truly two completely different worlds.

Although there are still six powerful and evil witches lurking inside the monastery, it is my territory after all. One day, I will be able to completely control this place and turn it into my absolutely safe and comfortable home.

The outside world is full of twists and turns, and full of dangers. It is impossible for me to control everything, and I can only go with the flow of the times and barely protect myself...

But no matter what, all of this must be faced eventually!

He calmed himself, then glanced around and soon took in the entire environment outside the monastery gate.

Chapter 22 Nangang District and Slums

To the east of the monastery is the only relatively clean neighborhood in the entire Nangang District. The houses on both sides are mostly two-story or even three-story buildings, most of which are small shops on the first floor and residential buildings on the second or third floor. Although they cannot be said to be very wealthy, they are all citizens with some assets.

The wide road in the middle is paved with bluestone bricks. Although it is a bit old and damaged in many places, it is not muddy and all kinds of vehicles can pass smoothly.

There is a row of sewer outlets on both sides of the road. They are not advanced, but at least they can keep the streets basically clean.

From a distance, at every intersection of this street, there would be a city guard on duty wearing a chain vest, carrying a shield and a spear.

Although they are just ordinary people who are slightly stronger and have received some simple training, and not professional fighters, it is hard to say how much role they can play when the real challenge comes, but there is no problem in ensuring the law and order of these streets.

These are the two most important streets in Nangang District, because the government hall of the district is just beyond this street. If you think that the construction of Nangang District is good because of this, you are totally wrong.

To the west of the monastery, the slum is dilapidated, dirty, and stinks of corruption, which is what most places in Nangang District look like.

The low-quality wood collected locally was used to build a series of simple bungalows of varying heights, and many of the connecting parts were obviously decayed.

No matter from what era's perspective, these buildings are absolutely dangerous. Perhaps all it takes is the next typhoon or the next rainstorm, and the houses here will collapse in large numbers, killing countless poor residents.

The road in the middle was rotten and muddy, mixed with countless vomit, excrement and other filth. The corners on both sides of the road were full of garbage, and a skinny stray dog ​​with scabies all over its body was digging for its breakfast in the garbage.

The clean core area and the dirty slums are so close together, on the east and west sides of the monastery respectively. It seems that Hawthorne's territory is a dividing line, dividing poverty and wealth, backwardness and advancement, dirtiness and cleanliness, and dividing Nangang into two worlds.

But he knew that this was not the monastery's credit, it just happened to be located at this dividing line - or because of the witches' ulterior motives. What really divided the city into this state was the unreasonable system of Libel Port and the current situation of compradors everywhere.

However, these things were not something he could change now. Although the slums were dirty and messy, he still had to go in for his own life.

Then, he slightly moved his arms, broke free from Heidi's arms, and whispered, "Don't let anyone see us outside."

Heidi also realized the inappropriateness of these actions. After thinking for a while, she continued, "I'll think of a way. After this Witch Night is over, I'll see if I can help you get the identity of a priest."

Hawthorne smiled and nodded: "Well, thank you for your hard work."

After a pause, he continued, "Okay, go do your thing, I'll go check out the slums myself."

Hearing this, Heidi's face suddenly changed: "How can this be? Master, the slums are very dangerous. There are many gangsters, stray dogs, and even cultists. It is very dangerous for people..."

Hawthorne maintained a slightly warm smile: "Don't worry, I am also a spellcaster now. If nothing else, I definitely have the ability to protect myself."

He was very confident, not only in his own self-protection spells, but also in the map of "Nangang District Slums".

This picture is right next to the monastery, which means it is a complete beginner village. The enemies inside, whether they are gangsters, stray dogs or cult members, are essentially small monsters that are particularly easy to fight.

In the game, a novice player with no operation skills at all, using an initial level 1 blank character, can easily kill his way through the gangs as long as he doesn't provoke the gangs' lairs.

Although Hawthorne's overall attributes are a bit low, his main attribute charm is ridiculously high, and he also has double the magic power of a sorcerer.

squander.

In addition, he also has five magic books that can cast a spell for free. As long as he is proficient in changing the books, he can cast five extra first-level spells in a battle!

With this combat power, as long as you are not too unlucky and run into those bosses who happen to be out for a stroll, there will be absolutely no danger.

So, at this moment, he firmly pushed Heidi away and said seriously: "Although my strength is indeed not as strong as yours, I will definitely have no problem protecting myself in this slum."

"I don't want to hold you back because of me. So, Heidi, go and prepare what you need for the Witch Night, um..."

He thought for a moment, then said, "When you are ready, come to the 'Fog Fisherman' tavern to find me. I will wait for you there."

The last experience of meeting Jutta almost left him with a psychological trauma. Now he really didn't dare to act alone in the monastery.

Therefore, he had to wait for Heidi to come back and have her accompany him before he dared to go back.

In response, Heidi couldn't help but smile and nodded gently: "Yeah!"

After she finished speaking, she looked around and saw that there was no one around, so she kissed him lightly on the lips as a farewell, then turned and left to prepare what she needed.

Hawthorne then turned around and stepped into the slums.

A slight sour smell, even after being diluted by the wind, still kept drifting over from there and getting into his nostrils, making him feel like vomiting, but at the same time, a feeling of familiarity and even nostalgia came to his mind.

Ah, is it the residual memory of the previous life that is causing trouble?

Just like when he first saw Heidi, his body couldn't stop feeling fear, now that he was back in this dirty and messy slum, it felt as familiar as returning home?

Oh, it's really... a wonderful experience, but one that I definitely don't want to have.

Shaking his head, he continued to walk forward. After a few steps, he heard a drunken and noisy shouting from the alley next to him: "It's meaningless, everything is meaningless..."

"We are all small cards on the table, and our fate is determined by just a dice..."

Hawthorne turned his head and saw several young men who were draped in dirty gray sweatshirts, revealing their sickly and miserable skin. They were so skinny that their ribs were clearly visible. They were leaning against the wall, smoking leaves and shouting these meaningless things.

Chapter 23 Yuta's Hiding Spot

These are a bunch of drug addicts.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel touched, and then felt very emotional.

Fortunately, my previous life wandered alone for a relatively short time, otherwise, in such an environment, I would have become addicted to drugs sooner or later, right?

Hiss... Thinking back carefully, it seemed that before my predecessor was captured by Heidi, I had already contracted some unknown disease. I had a high fever and coughed all day long. Everything I ate tasted bitter, so I couldn't eat at all.

This should be one of the reasons why the attributes of this body are so low?

However, later when he was collecting porridge at the gate of the monastery, the compassionate Sister Celine cured him.

That's why after he traveled through time, he no longer suffered from illness.

Oh yes, this incident seemed to have caused the poor people who came to receive porridge to kneel down and worship her, which added considerable reputation to her and the monastery.

Hiss... Thinking back carefully, I'm afraid that at that time, Nigel Hawthorne had already been targeted by this group of witches, right?

Shaking his head and no longer thinking about the tragic past of the original owner of this body, he turned around and walked towards his destination with firm steps.

It’s still business that matters.

……

Three hours later.

This is a dilapidated house. Unlike most houses in the slums, this house is made of stone and covered with a layer of mud mixed with thatch, which looks extremely warm.

However, under the erosion of time, most of the yellow mud on the surface has fallen off, revealing the stones piled inside, so this house seems to be more dangerous than those wooden houses.

However, this is just an appearance. Anyone with a little knowledge of architecture will see that it is still very solid, at least much stronger than the wooden houses next to it.

However, this fairly good house is now completely uninhabited. Its windows are tightly shut, and the door is locked with a rusty iron lock. Anyone who has lived in this slum for a long time knows that no one has entered or left this house for a long, long time.

As for the true situation of this small house, the residents around it have different opinions: some say that it is the secret base of the dark intelligence organization, and there is a secret tunnel under the house that leads directly to the Mithril District; some say that this place was once haunted and a family of six died in it, so no one dares to live in it anymore; others say that this is the room used by a big shot when he came to Nangang District to meet his lover secretly...

In short, there are many different rumors about this house in the slums, but none of them is accurate.

However, in such a huge slum, countless people go missing or die every year, so there are countless vacant houses. One more or one less will not make much difference. Therefore, naturally no one really cares about the condition of this seemingly shabby little stone house.

But only Hawthorne is very

It is clear that this humble little house is actually the hiding place of the witch Jutta.

Before the Witch Night comes, she will quietly come here, hide in the house, and spend her weakest time in her original form.

"Tsk, it looks very different from the game..."

Looking at the stone house in front of him, Hawthorne couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

After all, the map of the real world is much larger than the one in the game, and there are no road signs in the slums, and the alleys are intricately connected. He wandered around for a long time before he finally found the small stone house that was exactly the same as the one in the game.

He then walked forward to the window of the house and pried it open a little. Then, with the help of the sunlight, he could vaguely see what was going on inside.

On the floor in the middle of the room, countless broken and rusty iron tools were piled up in a mess: kitchen knives, scissors, sickles, axes, harpoons, etc., all piled together, as if this room was actually a metal recycling station, a garbage dump filled with countless waste.

But Hawthorne knew that these metal tools were the best disguise for the true form of "Blade Witch" Uta.

It looks like this is indeed the place.

Phew, I’m so tired.

Because he was carrying five heavy magic books on his back to protect himself at any time, and the sun was quite good today, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.