Witch Monastery

Andreni exclaimed, then threw herself into Hawthorne's arms, almost crying with joy. The latter had a satisfied smile on his face, and hugged her thin and delicate body with his backhand, feeling that all this was worth it.

At the side, Heidi took out her handkerchief, walked to his side, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, saying softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

Hawthorne gently stroked Andre's hair, and then his eyes fell on the spider baby: "It's worth it."

Andrei released her arms from around him, then went to the side, carefully took out the silk blanket that she had prepared long ago, and wrapped the still unconscious spider baby.

She moved gently, like a mother who truly loved her daughter. Then, she raised her head and looked at Hawthorne with a hopeful expression: "Master, this spider man, can you give her a name?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes fell on him.

"Hmm..." Hawthorne pondered for a while. To be honest, he was also bad at naming. Especially because of the cultural differences, it was a bit difficult for him to give a little girl a Western name.

After a long pause, he finally managed to force out the name of the Spider Queen from his throat: "Let's call her Iris."

"Elise Hawthorne, from today on, that will be her name."

Chapter 302 Andrei: She can’t suck it out…

Hawthorne thought that the matter of the spider baby girl could end here and there, and that it would come to an end, and he could return to normal study and training.

Unexpectedly, in the afternoon, when he was studying spells alone in the study, Andre's familiar fell into his ear again, and her voice was full of anxiety: "Master, please come and take a look, Iris has new symptoms again!"

After what happened in the morning, the girl now obviously regarded Hawthorne as an omnipotent person. No matter what happened, her first reaction was to ask him for help.

Hawthorne would not refuse this, "Are you in your room? Wait a minute, I'll be right there."

After responding, he closed the book, turned around and went out. He walked all the way to the door of Andre's room, pushed it open, and saw that the Insect Witch was still dressed as a nun in a black robe, but she was holding the baby wrapped in a white swaddle in her arms, like a truly compassionate Madonna.

Although, the baby's condition looked very bad.

She is spitting up milk.

Warm white milk came out of her mouth in small streams, filling the air with a strange smell. The area around her mouth was now stained white, and Andrei wiped it for her with a handkerchief, looking worried.

Hearing Hawthorne opening the door behind her, she immediately turned back and called out pitifully, "Master..."

Hawthorne understood what was going on at a glance. He walked quickly to the bedside and frowned, "Can't you feed it?"

"No." Andrei shook her head. "She will vomit whatever I feed her, whether it's cow's milk or goat's milk. She will vomit as much as she eats. Her physique is really too poor. I really can't imagine what she can eat..."

As she said this, the baby in her arms had almost spit out all the milk she had drunk, then frowned, opened her mouth, and let out a shrill cry.

Andre looked at Hawthorne anxiously, who also frowned, enduring the noise, and then suddenly said: "Human milk may be okay."

Andrea blinked her eyes: "Ah? But... where can we find it..."

Hawthorne reached out and gently stroked Elise's head through the swaddling clothes, trying to comfort her, but the little girl cried even louder.

He frowned, then suddenly said: "Why don't you try and let her suck you?"

Andreni was confused: "I...but I didn't..."

As she spoke, she looked down at her barren chest, and a strong sense of inferiority suddenly surged into her heart.

Is there any way to get in better shape?

I noticed earlier that Tribis was buying milk for herself to drink. Could this be a useful method?

Her mind was full of thoughts and she was thinking wildly. Hawthorne became even more annoyed when he heard Iris crying: "Try it first, at least block her mouth and make her stop crying like this!"

As a human being, some of his nature is written into him.

It's in our bones: for example, when we hear a baby crying, we will become very anxious, and then we will take the initiative to try every possible way to calm the child down.

Andree obviously didn't realize this. It was only after Hawthorne reminded her that she realized that this kind of crying was really unpleasant.

After that, she said "OK", then held the little girl in one hand, and skillfully unbuttoned her nun's uniform with the other hand, revealing her petite chest that was barely big enough to be held in one hand, and then she held her and moved her chest towards one side.

And as if by some instinct, when her lips touched the bright red bud on the top of Andre's chest, she immediately opened her mouth and took it into her mouth.

"Ah--!" She couldn't help but moan, and felt a huge suction force coming. An indescribable sense of stimulation hit her mind, making her subconsciously clamp her legs together, and the grape on the other side quietly became engorged and erect.

Hawthorne was also observing little Elise's movements. The body structure of babies is different from that of adults. Their entire body structure is designed for sucking milk.

It was visible to the naked eye that the little guy clenched his fists, curled up his legs, and held the buds of Andnie's nipples in his mouth. He really used all his strength to suck her breasts hard.

It was obvious that she was really hungry. But unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't suck out a single drop of milk from the Insect Witch's breasts.

"Owner……"

Andre looked up at him, tears welling up in her eyes, as if she was suffering from a great injustice, and as if she was trembling with comfort: "She stopped crying...but what should I do next? I don't...can't feed her."

Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Human milk should be feasible. Just coax her like this first, and I'll find someone who actually has milk for you!"

Having said this, he turned around and walked out. Andre's eyes were filled with tears, and her voice began to become charming: "Hurry up, Master, she has already started licking..."

Hawthorne waved his hand behind him to indicate that he had heard it, then quickened his pace and headed straight for the sewing shop.

The person he was looking for was, of course, Malena.

Today happened to be a weekday, and when Hawthorne pushed the door open, he saw Malena sitting behind the sewing machine, working alone.

Today she was wearing a gray knitted sweater on her upper body, which covered her towering chest, and black tights with fleece lining on her lower body. She was wearing a pair of flat shoes on her feet, which was quite warm.

Seeing her taking her feet out of her shoes and putting them outside to rest, Hawthorne suddenly had an idea: Perhaps, if the sewing shop produced more high-heeled shoes, it should be able to achieve good sales?

I can’t say I’ll make a ton of money, but at least it’s a new way to make money.

As he was thinking this in his mind, noticing that his eyes were focused on her bare feet wrapped in black stockings, Malena smiled immediately, moved her body slightly, and changed her posture, so that her plump calves were crossed together. Her beautiful feet were deliberately bent upwards, deliberately exposing the soles and arches of her feet to his eyes.

At the same time, she also spoke, her voice sounding serious: "Father, what do you want to do with me?"

In the past few days since he came back, he hadn't looked for Malena even for a single day, so when she saw him at this moment, this woman suddenly felt a fire burning in her heart.

Hawthorne withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and reminded himself that he had come here for important business, and then he temporarily suppressed the fire burning in his heart.

"Oh, there is something I would like to ask you for help with..." He scratched his head, finding it difficult to speak, "Uh... our monastery recently adopted a baby girl, but the baby is too weak..."

"She can't drink milk, neither cow's milk nor goat's milk. It's very troublesome. We thought about it and I'm afraid only human milk can..."

He said this, suppressing his inner embarrassment, and looked at Marlena with as sincere a look as possible: "So, can you please do me a favor?"

Hearing this, Malena smiled immediately: "Of course, dear priest. But, I haven't finished get off work yet..."

"You can put your work aside for now," Hawthorne said. As the biggest boss of the monastery, he naturally had the power to give her a holiday. "The baby's condition is a bit urgent. Could you please come with me now?"

Chapter 303 Knocking on the Widow's Door at Night

Marlena stopped refusing and said, "Okay."

She then put on her shoes, stood up, took down her brown coat hanging on the hook on the wall next to her, put it on, and followed Hawthorne out.

The two walked back to Andre's room, and then they saw the girl with her nun's clothes half open, holding Iris and letting her suck her, while frowning, sweating on her forehead, enduring the desire caused by this wonderful taste.

Hawthorne paused, then turned around, as if to avoid suspicion: "Please come in, Ms. Malena, I will step aside for a moment."

He could be frank with Andree when he was alone, and with Malena as well, but when both women were present, he had to be businesslike and avoid them.

There is still the last layer of window paper that has not been broken - but he doesn't want to break it for the time being.

Malena glanced between him and Andree with a hint of surprise, but didn't say much. After answering, she went in alone and closed the door.

Hawthorne waited outside for a while, and soon Malena came out.

Her cheeks were slightly red and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. It was obvious that what had just happened was a big test for her.

After coming out, she couldn't help but give Hawthorne a blank look. In her current state, this action could be said to be very charming and arousing.

Huo Sang suppressed his charming thoughts, stepped forward and asked, "Is it solved?"

"Well, the little girl fell asleep, and she didn't spit up the milk this time." Marlena said, "For such a small baby, I'm afraid only breast milk can work."

Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you very much. Uh, I'm afraid I'll need your help in the future..."

He said this with an awkward expression. Marlena smiled and said softly, "This is what I should do. It's okay."

An average salary of two gold coins a day, or sixty gold coins a month, is not what a textile worker should receive in any case.

This was the income that only experienced blacksmiths and shipbuilders could get, but she got it. Naturally, Malena was grateful and granted his every request.

However, looking at Hawthorne's fair face, the woman felt her heart beating wildly.

"But I have one request," she said, "When you need to breastfeed next time, how about you hold her and come to my house to find me?"

"I might feel uncomfortable in front of other nuns."

She found a very far-fetched reason. Hawthorne secretly thought to himself, "You can't let go in front of other women, but you can let go in front of me, a man?"

Besides, Malena, you can obviously express some milk every day and have Andrei go to your house to get it. There is no need for me to carry the little girl to your house, right?

But Hawthorne had a good idea of ​​what she was thinking, and he was too lazy to break the window paper at the moment, so he nodded lightly and said sincerely: "Okay, then bring her here later."

Hearing this, a charming smile immediately appeared on the corner of Malena's mouth.

……

That night.

Holding the still sleeping little Iris, Hawthorne knocked on the door of Malena's house. Accompanied by a burst of hurried footsteps, the door was opened, and little Lisa, who was only wearing pajamas and had wet golden hair, rushed over without saying anything and hugged his thighs: "Father!"

There was infinite joy in her voice. Hawthorne smiled, reached out and touched her head, then whispered: "Lisa, next time you hear someone knocking on the door, remember to ask who it is first. Don't open the door for anyone who knocks. It will be dangerous."

"Yes, I know!" The little girl nodded vigorously. "It's just that I recognized that the footsteps today were those of the priest, so I ran over immediately!"

As she spoke, she buried her face in Hawthorne's waist and rubbed it back and forth frantically.

As she said this, Malena, who was also wearing only a purple pajamas that exposed her plump figure, came from behind.

Her hair was wet and she looked like she had just taken a shower. In this era, there was a lack of lighting and entertainment at night, so people were accustomed to taking a shower and going to bed early.

Seeing that it was Hawthorne, Marlena showed a happy smile, as if spring flowers were blooming: "Father? Please come in. Let me hold the child, Lisa, let go and let the priest come in first."

As she spoke, she stretched out her arms, took the baby and held it in her arms. Lisa reluctantly let go of her arms, but then took Hawthorne's hand, just like a pair of brother and sister.

At this moment, the girl realized what Hawthorne had just held in his hands. She tilted her head, her big eyes full of curiosity: "Is this... the priest's daughter?"

Hawthorne shook his head and walked into the room. "No, it's an abandoned baby we found this time. Her name is Iris, and after some research, the nuns unanimously decided to give her my last name, Hawthorne."

As he said this, he had already walked into the living room and sat down on the chair without any courtesy. Lisa turned around and closed the door, then even more unceremoniously sat on his lap, hugged his waist, her eyes flickering: "So... is she here to drink her mother's milk?"

Hawthorne suppressed his embarrassment and said, "There's nothing I can do. She was born not long ago. She can't drink milk..."

Lisa stared at Iris's round face with sparkling eyes, and suddenly said, "Father, are you also a noble? The last name 'Hawthorne' sounds so noble!"

Marlena sat down on the chair on the other side, lifted up her pajamas, and was about to feed the child. When she heard this, her face suddenly turned serious: "Lisa!"

Lisa buried her head in Hawthorne's stomach and curled up on his thighs. Hawthorne hugged her soft body and smiled and shook his head: "It's okay."

As he spoke, he gently pinched Lisa's extremely soft back twice through her pajamas and said, "I am not. My father is just an ordinary Sein soldier, and so is my mother. The surname Hawthorne is also a very common surname in Sein."

As he said this, he suddenly thought of something and said with a smile, "But the Sein Empire has such a long history, tracing back thousands of years, maybe the surname 'Hawthorne' really belonged to some royal noble in ancient times!"

Although the Sayin Empire originated from two legendary emperors, the Green Emperor (a legendary Asmo) and the Silver Emperor (an ancient silver dragon), in the following thousands of years, this fertile country emphasized the rotation of emperors, and no family or surname could hold the royal power for too long.

So basically it is an existing surname. If you trace it back hundreds or thousands of years, you can find one or two kings, generals, ministers, celebrities, and at the very least,

You can also find one or two romantic ancestors who once had a close relationship with powerful supernatural beings.

cough!

In other words, everyone has the opportunity to become a warlock.

He was not familiar with the surname Hawthorne, and there was no NPC with this surname in the original game, so he was not sure. But it was conceivable that if he searched up the family tree, he would probably find a few extraordinary ancestors, which would not be a problem.

So, he didn't say that confidently.

But when little Lisa heard these words, she immediately imagined a lot of things: "So that's it, Father Hawthorne's family was also framed like ours, so they are no longer glorious and lonely nobles?"

Hawthorne chuckled, hugged her, and hooked her delicate little nose with his finger: "Maybe, who knows?"

Little Lisa changed her position so that he could hook her nose again at any time, and then continued: "Some nobles fabricated non-existent charges against us just for our family's inheritance. It's really abominable!"

"I must study hard, train hard, become as strong as the priest, and then defeat them all!"

The young spiritualist clenched his little fist, then raised it up, his eyes sparkling, and it was unclear whether he was swearing or making a birthday wish.

Hawthorne thought about the source of his strength and nodded guiltily: "Well, as long as you work hard, you will become as strong as me!"

Over there, Marlena, who had lifted up her pajamas and placed little Iris on her plump chest and began to breastfeed the child, couldn't help but frowned when she heard this and said, "Lisa, don't do this!"

As she said this, her brows relaxed and she whispered to Hawthorne, "It's nothing, it's all over. There's no need to take risks for it."

Chapter 304 New Posture: Standing Splits

Little Lisa pouted and was about to argue, but Hawthorne suddenly said, "Well, I happen to have time tonight, Lisa, let me tell you a story."

Lisa's eyes lit up, and the previous topic was forgotten without a trace: "Okay!"