Witch Monastery

Everyone was stunned for a moment. They didn't expect that someone would come to rescue them at this time.

The next moment, their youngest son suddenly straightened up and shouted happily: "It's the priest from the monastery!"

"The Goddess of Life really sent someone to rescue us!"

In an instant, the ruins fell completely silent. The adults who had just been arguing against the eldest daughter of the owner of the house were now filled with shock.

Really, someone came to rescue them.

Was it a coincidence, or did she really hear the voice of the goddess?

Could it be that the goddess of life has really returned?

Thinking of the story of the goddess who existed only in legends, about how loving and compassionate she was, and how she treated people of all races seriously and loved them equally and with no discrimination, the victims were suddenly excited beyond their control.

If the goddess comes back, then they will really be saved...

Over there, the person coming over was none other than Hawthorne. He could not hear what the family was shouting because the rain and wind were too loud.

He could only use the trick of "light magic" to illuminate this side, and then wade through the deep water, shouting as he walked: "Hold on, follow me!"

Shouting like this, he walked with difficulty to the side of the ruins, then took out the life-saving equipment that Portel gave him from the space bag, and finally took their hands, led them, braved the rain, walked back against the current, towards the safe house.

Along the way, except for the original host and hostess of the house who occasionally said "thank you" or two, everyone else was silent.

This is normal. Soaking in this ice water, their bodies are even on the verge of hypothermia. Naturally, they don't have the strength to say more.

Luckily, they made it all the way back to the safe house before anyone fell.

At this time, the place was already crowded.

With the addition of the Amazons, the efficiency of the search and rescue instantly doubled. Although they could not cast spells, they were in large numbers. Now, with the addition of the dozen or so people that Hawthorne had brought, there were already more than fifty people in distress in the safe house.

Die, Ekta and Andrei were all busy here, driving away the cold for the soaked victims, or healing those poor people who were injured or had relapses of old illnesses.

Seeing Hawthorne coming over, Andrei walked over quickly, looked at the crowded room, and said with some worry: "Father, the room is still too small. It will soon be insufficient."

Hawthorne took a deep breath, ignoring the fatigue and coldness in his body, and said, "It's okay, let's build a few more."

As he spoke, in front of so many poor people, he bowed his head and clasped his hands together: "My loving goddess, if you don't want this innocent person to suffer any more, then please build a new shelter here.

It's difficult!"

He seemed to be praying devoutly, but in fact, he was secretly calling out the system in his heart to build another level one dormitory.

It is located right above this dormitory!

hum-

To the victims, the effect was that along with Hawthorne's prayer, a milky white light slowly lit up. A staircase appeared outside the room, and above the staircase, the second and third rooms appeared.

Two first-level dormitories were stacked to form a three-story building.

In fact, when he was building houses to sell, he was planning to build such a unit building, but he thought it would be too conspicuous, so in the end, he only chose to build a bungalow.

But now, considering that only the first floor would be flooded, he could not care less. It was better to give a reason for the goddess to appear than to drown so many people!

The refugees watched all this in shock. Then, Hawthorne put down his hands that were pretending to pray, opened his eyes again, and said in a low voice with a compassionate expression: "The goddess has answered our prayers. The shelters on the second and third floors have been built."

"Ekta, go to the second floor and get a stove. Everyone, please send some people to the second or third floor to rest, so that there will be more space here."

After saying this, he glanced at Die and said, "I'll leave this to you."

After saying that, he turned and rushed into the rain again.

At the back, Die looked at the refugees with shocked expressions with a gentle expression, and said softly: "Everyone, please follow me to the second floor."

Some of the refugees stood up and followed Die to the second floor. The area around the stove suddenly became much more spacious, and people no longer had to fight for a spot next to the stove. The warmth of the flames could dispel the coldness from everyone.

At the same time, the ice in some people's hearts began to melt.

"Hey, did you see that just now? That priest...did he really channel the power of the goddess of life?"

"Impossible? I heard that the goddess of life disappeared. That must be some kind of magic?"

"Do you know what kind of magic that is?"

"Uh... I can't..."

"Is it possible that nothing has ever happened to the Goddess of Life, and this is just a trick by some people to suppress this kind goddess?"

……

Everyone was discussing carefully, and there was a strange atmosphere in the air, as if it was a thin layer of window paper, waiting for someone to pierce it.

After a long time, finally, someone suddenly rushed downstairs and shouted, "Everyone, a girl heard the divine revelation, come up quickly!"

Everyone on the first floor looked up, and then several people stood up and went upstairs, ready to listen to the divine sound.

They also have their own gods they believe in, but they are just general believers and their faith is not firm at all.

But after witnessing true miracles and salvation today and hearing God’s voice in the future, it is conceivable that they will become true believers.

Die and Andre also looked up, their eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty, not sure whether this was real.

After all, what they both knew very well was that Hawthorne was not a believer in the Goddess of Life.

At this moment, in the church hall of the monastery, no one saw that the statue of the goddess of life was emitting a bright glow.

Chapter 314: Sour Cuibisi

The next day, noon.

The rainstorm disappeared before dawn because of the strong winds that blew all night. The mages of the Black Rod Tower obviously realized that in addition to the aftermath of the earthquake, the heavy rain would also pose a threat to the city.

So they used magic to summon strong winds, which blew all the dark clouds back to the sea in the south.

Thanks to their efforts, the huge dark cloud that was gathering in the northwest of the city brushed the edge of the city and fell into the sea.

More than 90 percent of the water vapor fell directly above the ocean instead of falling on top of Liber Harbor.

Otherwise, the disaster would probably be even more serious than it is now.

However, several places where the edge of the dark cloud passed by, such as Nangang District and several other districts close to the west, were still severely affected.

The difference is that the other districts are relatively wealthy, and the impact of both the earthquake and the rainstorm was not too great. Only the poor Nangang District was almost completely destroyed.

If it weren't for Hawthorne's efforts in negotiating among various parties, the casualty figures would have been very ugly.

After the rain stopped, Hawthorne, exhausted after a busy night, returned to the monastery. He fell into a deep sleep while soaking in the bathtub without even finishing his hot bath.

In the end, it was Heidi and Celine who fished him out, cleaned him up and sent him back to his bedroom, allowing him to have a good rest.

When he woke up from his dream, it was already afternoon. The sky was clear and blue after the rainstorm, and the sun was hanging high in the sky, as if nothing had happened before.

But the collapsed houses in the slums, the washed-out land, and the shivering residents who are now hiding in the safe houses he built, are absolutely real.

It can only be said that the disaster has passed. But the reconstruction work has just begun. Especially now that the season has come to winter, it will not be easy for the refugees to start a new life again.

"Fortunately, it's all over."

Looking at the sky outside, Hawthorne sighed, then opened the system to routinely check his attributes, status, the current situation of the monastery, etc.

The area of ​​the monastery remains the same.

More than 10,000 square meters, but this rainstorm destroyed many houses. I think it will be easy to acquire them and it will soon reach 100,000 square meters.

His reputation was somewhat beyond his expectations, and there was not much change. But thinking about it carefully, it should be that the story of him and the nuns sacrificing their lives to save people had not yet spread widely, so the change in reputation value was not that big.

But what surprised him most was the sudden increase in the price of another thing.

His purification point balance has now skyrocketed to twelve thousand points.

Seeing this number, Hawthorne raised his eyebrows.

How is this going?

With this confusion, he quickly clicked on the income details of the purification points. Then he saw that there were more than 10,000 yuan, all from the same project last night.

Purify people's hearts.

Seeing this, Hawthorne couldn't help scratching his head.

Purify people's hearts? What is this?

No, besides the creatures of the evil spirits, the undead and the demons, are there anything else that can be purified by the power of purification?

and……

I guess I didn't activate the system's purification function once last night?

So how does it purify?

wrong……

After a long time, that question, which might not have an accurate answer for a long time, emerged in his mind again.

What is the essence of purification points?

Even my system, what is its essence?

He was not sure, his brows were furrowed, and countless guesses emerged in his mind, but there was not enough evidence.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open. Hawthorne's thoughts were interrupted, and when he looked up, he saw Cuibisi walking in cautiously with a bowl of meat porridge.

Seeing that he was awake, the Poison Witch's face was immediately filled with surprise: "Master, you are awake!"

As she spoke, she walked quickly to the bedside and placed the large bowl of meat porridge on the bedside table: "Master, are you feeling okay? You were so tired last night that you scared us all."

Smelling the aroma of porridge, Hawthorne's appetite immediately opened up: "Fortunately, I'm fine, I'm just hungry."

He was truly fine, having received the blessing of Galaon, he now had a physical fitness of sixteen points, far exceeding that of most humans in this world, and his body was as healthy as that of a brown bear.

It's just a small amount of heavy rain, the impact is not significant.

Cuibisi smiled sweetly, then picked up the spoon, scooped up a small spoonful, blew it herself, tested the temperature with her mouth, and then brought it to Huo Sang's mouth: "Ah——"

Hawthorne opened his mouth and swallowed, enjoying her feeding. At the same time, he reached his hand under her nun's robe and stroked her delicate skin: "How are the refugees?"

Cuibisi's cheeks flushed with two alluring blushes. She endured his teasing, panting slightly, and replied at the same time: "Master, there are several good news and several bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Hawthorne's heart sank: "Uh... let me tell you the good news first."

As he spoke, his hands had already climbed onto Cuibisi's breasts. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the size of this witch was slightly bigger than before.

"First of all, because of the large-scale landslides in the slums, many residents are now planning to abandon their houses." Cuibisi panted, continuing to feed him porridge while enduring the stimulation from her already engorged and erect buds.

"The area of ​​our monastery should soon exceed 100,000 square meters, and even 200,000 or 300,000 square meters will not be a problem, and the price to be paid will be very low."

"Then, our reputation for doing this has spread. Although the district hall will probably only give us some verbal praise, our reputation in the slums, well... doesn't seem to have changed much." At this point, she suddenly realized that the monastery's reputation was already very strong before this.

So she quickly changed the subject and moved on to the next topic: "Finally, after this incident, many refugees you saved are now planning to convert to the faith of the Goddess of Life. Some girls have even decided to join the church and become nuns."

Her voice sounded a little sour as she said this: "They are all young, pretty, and of clean origin. With a little nurturing, they will all be beautiful girls."

Chapter 315: Change is Coming

Hearing what she meant, Hawthorne suddenly looked embarrassed: "Uh, I'm not that kind of person..."

Apparently, because of the increasing number of members in the monastery, the most jealous Cuibis couldn't help feeling sad at last and started to mock her master.

Realizing that this girl dared to mock him, Hawthorne became angry and embarrassed for a moment. He exerted a little force with his fingers and gently pinched the top of the bud.

Immediately, Cuibisi's waist tensed and her legs clamped together, and she felt a great stimulation again.

Without going deeper into this topic, Hawthorne kneaded and played with her delicate body, while secretly weighing in his mind: the area, reputation and purification points required for the monastery's upgrade have now been accumulated enough.

The third-level monastery can already construct various high-level troop-dispatching buildings and train the nuns who join the monastery into various high-level soldiers and priests in different fields: such as war priests, light priests, mystery priests, life priests, etc.

In fact, the first and second level monasteries can also build some military buildings. For example, the first level monastery can build ordinary nuns, and the second level monastery can build ordinary priests without domain division.

But Hawthorne has always maintained the thinking inertia of an old player and is too lazy to build these junk troops and waste resources.

He never had any wars to fight, they were just small adventures, so he never cared about this matter.

But now, the monastery is about to reach level three, and Port Liberl will soon be in chaos again. It would be unreasonable not to build more troops.

The number of people in the monastery should also be expanded, and more nuns should be recruited.

Thinking of this, he changed the subject: "Well, then? What about the bad news? Tell us about that, too."

Cuibisi lifted his blanket, revealing his naked body underneath. He almost fainted in the bathtub last night, and after the nuns cleaned his body, they naturally didn't help him put on any clothes, so he just slept naked.

She then sat on the bed and undressed herself, saying, "The bad news is that, first, many people's homes have been destroyed. They have nowhere to live now, so they seem to want to stay in the shelter you built, and are unwilling to leave."

"Many people's fishing gear was lost, and their boats were destroyed. In the next few days, there may be a shortage of food in the slums, and the district office is unlikely to provide much assistance."

As she said this, her eyes narrowed slightly, and a sinister murderous intent emanated from her snake-like pupils.