Witch Monastery

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Because, among the optional fields provided to priests by the third-level monastery, there is the option of "Storm Field"!

The Storm Priest, who is wearing heavy armor and has control over lightning and thunder, will be the best user of these launchers!

……

Mithril District.

This is the administrative center of the entire Liber Port, and it is also where the local nobles live. The Amkasla family is no exception. In fact, as an old noble family, they have a very magnificent castle here.

The castle is located on a hill in the southwest of the Mithril District. The terrain is relatively high, so it is not afraid of earthquakes and floods. The view here is excellent, whether it is the northeast direction, the Mithril Hall, which is the administrative center of the entire city, or the Liber River in the south, you can see it all.

To the south of the castle is a garden surrounded by tall iron railings, planted with tall sycamore trees and evergreen shrubs; to the north are stables and warehouses, where majestic horses with pure white, jet black or fiery red coats are kept, waiting for their owners to ride.

As for the castle itself, it is made of marble and has five red domed spires, which is very majestic and beautiful.

At this time, the current head of the family, Annuo's father, the Minister of Transportation of Port Liber, Grant Amcasla, who was nearly fifty years old but still had a straight back and looked heroic, was staying in his study, reading the proposals submitted by various districts.

After the disaster, many transportation facilities in various districts were damaged and needed to be rebuilt urgently. Coincidentally, the Minister of Transportation also planned to take this opportunity to re-plan and deploy the city's various routes and come up with a comprehensive transportation plan to meet the city's development needs.

Of course, the travel, transportation and life needs of major interest groups must also be met.

The needs of the interest groups in power and the needs of the city's long-term development are often not completely consistent. But the former can immediately kick him to the Senate to retire and never hold power again, while the latter can ruin his reputation in the future and completely ruin his family.

Therefore, as the Minister of Transport, he has to strike a perfect balance between the two, which is like dancing on eggs. If he is not careful, both the egg and the chicken will be lost.

Grant was leaning over the desk in his study, constantly drawing on the city map. The proposals of each district, the disaster situation, the analysis of experts, and the careful instructions of the congressmen after the meeting, etc., all passed through his mind in turn, influencing the content of his writing.

After a long time, he sat up straight and leaned back on the chair. The electric massage device above the chair immediately started working, massaging his cervical spine to help him relieve stress.

Although this world can only have direct current due to the underlying rules, small toys to serve the upper nobles were still designed.

It’s just that the cost of use is relatively high.

Grant relaxed slightly while enjoying the massage of the instrument. At this moment, there was a heavy sound of footsteps outside the study, as if someone was wearing metal boots and walked into the castle without taking off his shoes.

Grant was not annoyed at all. Hearing the familiar footsteps, he slowly turned around from his chair and looked towards the study door. The fatigue in his eyes was swept away, and what remained was full of joy.

He could tell who it was, and just seeing her made him happy for a long time.

"Annuo——!" He shouted directly, "Come in, Dad has something to ask you."

The heavy footsteps outside stopped, and after a moment they sounded again, rushing towards the study. Soon, with the sound of the door lock being unlocked, An Nuo, wearing gorgeous silver-white plate armor and holding a helmet under his armpit, appeared at the door, looking puzzled: "Dad, are you looking for me?"

Grant's face was full of smiles. Among all his children, Annuo was the only one who had achieved success.

At such a young age, she had already become an eighth-level paladin, and it was obvious to the naked eye that the ninth level was already beckoning her.

This talent and strength have surpassed anyone else in the family today, which makes him very satisfied.

The only thing that made him regretful was that compared to her powerful strength, An Nuo's character seemed a little simple.

Although as a paladin, she can use her professional abilities to distinguish between truth and falsehood, good and bad, and good and evil, but these abilities are limited to self-protection and not being harmed by outsiders. It is far from enough to use this to further develop the family.

Therefore, every time Grant saw her, he couldn't help but feel happy, but at the same time he was secretly worried, hoping to focus on training her.

"Come in." He smiled, "Talk to Dad."

Annuo's face was immediately filled with helplessness, but thinking that she and her father were both busy with their respective careers and hadn't had a good chat for a long time, she walked into the study, moved over a chair, and sat down next to her father.

Grant reached out and stroked her long golden hair, his eyes full of kindness: "Have you grown taller again? Does this armor still fit you? How about I contact those dwarves and make you a new one?"

An Nuo quickly shook his head: "No, this outfit is still wearable."

After a pause, she continued, "If you really have the spare money, why not buy me a flame tongue?"

Flame Tongue, a magic sword that can spew out endless flames from the blade, is extremely powerful and relatively cheap, making it a very cost-effective magic weapon.

This kind of weapon is generally not available for purchase under normal circumstances. Large conglomerates will deliberately hoard it and wait for a major crisis to occur before releasing it, driving it up to sky-high prices and making a fortune.

Just like this time, Annuo has always wanted a Flame Tongue, but now the price of this thing has been driven up to 10,000 gold coins. She can't afford it at all, so she can only ask her father for help.

Hearing this, Grant raised his eyebrows: "Where's your pocket money? Isn't it enough to buy it?"

An Nuo turned his face away: "It's all spent, and the price of this weapon has also increased."

Grant looked her up and down suspiciously, and suddenly noticed a small red box around her waist.

Suddenly, he smiled and said, "Is this a birthday present for Dad?"

An Nuo shook his head: "No, I bought it for Hawthorne."

Then, Grant sighed: "Girls can't be kept when they grow up..."

An Nuo rolled his eyes at him and then stood up: "Dad, if you're all right, I'll leave. The Black Rod Tower insisted that I lead a new team this time, so I need to make some more preparations."

The electric massager he just used was the birthday gift that Anno gave him last month - and this thing was suggested by Hosanti.

It was from this incident that Grant learned that his daughter was in love. However, he did not object to this, nor did he plan to marry her to other families - just kidding, a black knight with a promising future, who would dare to force her to make choices she didn't want to make?

So Grant chose to give her freedom, and at most tease her about it occasionally.

Seeing that An Nuo had no intention of joking with him, he had no choice but to reach out and hold his daughter back with a wry smile: "Don't go, An Nuo, stay with Dad for a while. It just so happens that I need your advice on something."

"After we finish talking, Daddy will buy you the flaming tongue you want, okay?"

Chapter 320: Level Monastery

An Nuo sat down again and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

Grant exhaled, looked at his daughter, and pointed at the documents on the table: "You have been to Nangang District more than once, and you have an impression of it."

"Well, let me ask you, the Nangang District Office has submitted a proposal, hoping that the city will pay for the construction of two new tram tracks for transportation with other districts."

"What do you think is their real purpose in saying this?"

An Nuo frowned: "Help Nangang District get rid of poverty and become rich?"

Grant blinked. "Really? Think about it?"

An Nuo shook his head: "I can't think of it."

Grant sighed and said, "It's for the Amazon people."

Looking at his daughter's puzzled expression, he went on to explain: "The residents of Nangang District don't need it at all, and they won't go to other districts. Even if two new trams are added, they can't afford the high ticket prices."

“This road was proposed to meet the travel needs of the Amazon fishing company.”

As he said this, he couldn't help but sneer: "They want the Mithril District to pay and serve the Amazons. How can it be so good!"

An Nuo frowned, his eyes flickered for a moment, and suddenly suggested: "Then, we just need to lower the fare for residents to take the bus, and then impose heavy taxes on the goods of the Amazon Fisheries Company, right?"

"Those female pirates are so powerful in the South Port District, but they can't be so arrogant in other districts, right? Ministers should have a way to make them pay taxes obediently?"

Grant smiled slightly and said noncommittally: "But this will bring another result. Hey, An Nuo, you should have dealt with the Amazons before, right?"

"Come on, tell me, what is your impression of the residents of Nangang District and those female pirates?"

An Nuo frowned slightly, recalling what he had seen, heard, and experienced in Nangang District, and then continued: "Dirty, poor, corrupt, despicable, and self-degrading."

"As for the Amazons... they are arrogant, barbaric, yet extremely powerful."

Grant nodded slightly. "That's a very accurate assessment. As sharp and ruthless as a scalpel."

After a pause, he continued, "What would happen if such a group of self-depraved, arrogant and barbaric people were encouraged by the City Hall and rushed to other places, even to the Mithril District?"

Annuo opened her mouth. She had talked to her father countless times before, and at this moment she subconsciously wanted to tell him the answer he wanted most.

It would pollute the eyes of the nobles and the areas where they live.

But at this moment, she swallowed the words back when they were on the tip of her tongue. Her eyes flickered, and the words Hawthorne had mentioned to her before kept echoing in her mind. After a little thought, she said, "Then they will gain hope, become hardworking and enterprising, quickly become wealthy, and learn what civilization is."

Grant was slightly surprised: "What did you say?"

An Nuo repeated these words and added at the end: "This cheap and convenient road is a ray of hope for the poor people in Nangang District."

Grant's expression was a little subtle. He looked at his daughter and felt a little strange for a moment. He couldn't understand why she thought so.

After a while, he suddenly realized something and said with a sly smile, "You are in favor of building this road?"

An Nuo nodded: "Yes."

"Is it really because of this reason?"

"Yes, I think being rich is the first step towards civilization."

"Isn't it because after the repair, it will be more convenient for you to visit your boyfriend in the future?"

An Nuo's face turned red in an instant: "Father!"

Grant laughed, and the former hurriedly explained: "If I want to go to see him, I can just hire a carriage myself, there is no need for this... I really think so!"

Grant's smile faded. Looking at his daughter's embarrassed expression, he sighed softly, "No, An Nuo, you are too naive."

“Opening this road will not make the people of Nangang District richer, but will allow thieves and robbers to run all over the city, disrupting the public order in other areas.”

An Nuo frowned and said, "But when they become wealthy, they won't have to be thieves or robbers anymore."

"But they can't get rich. They don't have knowledge and skills. They can only do their own jobs in other districts." Grant said, "Maybe you will say that they can go to Donggang District to do manual labor and become dock workers, but think about it, aren't the places where workers live in Donggang District also the places with the worst public security?"

He concluded: "They lack enlightenment, and before enlightenment is complete, hasty access will only bring disaster."

Seeing that Anno was about to refute, Grant sighed: "Ah, I can tell you countless reasons about how those despicable poor people cannot be changed, but you will definitely not listen. You believe that human nature is good, right?"

An Nuo frowned slightly, then shook his head gently: "No one is born good, and no one is born evil."

Grant did not comment: "Ah, Kong said that there is no way to convince you. You have been stubborn since you were a child."

"Then what happens next..."

As he said this, he stretched out his hand and drew a circle on the document: "Let's do an experiment and let Nangang District pay for it itself and then put a few new, high-quality and low-cost trams into service and see what the results will be."

Nangang District is poor and has little say, so there is no major force that can kick him into the Senate. Therefore, in dealing with this district, he can be rarely willful and use his power arbitrarily to satisfy his own needs for his daughter's education.

It also satisfies her possible little selfish desires.

"Annuo, I hope you can put aside those unrealistic fantasies in the face of cruel reality," he said finally.

An Nuo did not comment: "Then let's see the result. Dad, I have answered your questions. Give me money. I want to buy the Flame Tongue."

Grant opened his mouth slightly and sighed one last time: "Okay, okay, how much do you want?"

"Ten thousand." An Nuo said.

Grant wrote a check with some reluctance, and then said, "Oh, by the way, when will you bring your little boyfriend home to see me?"

Annuo's face turned slightly red, and then she counted on her fingers.

"Wait until we destroy the demon lord," she said. "Once the city is safe, I will bring him home to see you!"

……

Midnight, Nangang District, inside the monastery.

Hawthorne, seven witches, Nidalee and nine other people gathered in the hall where the goddess statue was enshrined, under the statue of the goddess of life.

After long-term efforts, the area of ​​the monastery has finally exceeded 100,000, and their reputation points have long been accumulated enough, so now is the time to upgrade!

Taking a deep breath, Hawthorne opened the system, turned to the monastery interface, and lightly clicked on the upgrade button.

hum-

Ten thousand purification points were spent, and the familiar scene appeared again in the church.

A hazy, purifying white light slowly emerged, then rapidly spread outwards, soon covering the entire monastery.

But at this moment, the people resting here didn't notice anything, and the people outside couldn't observe any movement.

Heidi and the other seven witches closed their eyes, and white light continued to flow into their bodies, making their power purer and their strength rapidly increasing: improving their spellcasting ability, movement speed, memory capacity, or prophecy ability...

Only Nidalee stared at it all with wide eyes, then looked at herself. She couldn't feel anything and felt like an outsider.

After a moment, the girls opened their eyes one after another, their faces filled with joy.

"I can set off a fireball!" Ekta was the first to shout. As she spoke, she raised her hand and a fireball the size of a basketball appeared in her palm.

The high temperature spread all around, and the faces of the remaining girls suddenly changed drastically: "Go away quickly, do you want to blow this place up!"

So Ekta dispersed the energy

, he chuckled twice and said no more.

Hawthorne didn't mind it, and said with a smile, "This is a good thing, Ekta, congratulations, now you can become the best artillery in the monastery!"

Fireball, a third-level spell, has a large killing radius and extremely high power, comparable in effectiveness to a howitzer.

Ignoring its shortcomings of not distinguishing between friend and foe, being uncontrollable, and igniting loot, this thing is the best and most cost-effective AOE spell in the early stages.