Witch Monastery

He made up his mind that he would find an opportunity to thank the dwarf properly later.

However, unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Gundren frowned, his eyes fixed on his Storm Hammer: "He... has returned to the great Moradin."

Hawthorne's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart felt like it was sinking into an ice cave: "Ah?!"

He never expected that the first dwarf friend he made after coming to this world would just... die?!

The sudden news of his death was hard for him to accept for a while. His heart began to beat wildly, his blood pressure soared, and his eyes could not help but turn red.

Even if you are used to seeing blood, no one can get used to the death of friends.

It’s like there is someone who has occupied a certain position in your emotions and memories, and now a powerful external force pulls him or her out.

"When?" he asked with a trembling voice.

"When those people attacked the town of Rockseeker, he died bravely in order to protect his people." Gundren said, "It should be a tauren who did it... I don't know, and even only half of his body was found."

"Now his body has been sent back to his hometown for burial in a motorcade. And as his last request... I have to help him fulfill it."

The atmosphere was a little heavy for a moment. Hawthorne lowered his head, and the joy he had just felt had disappeared without a trace.

He knew that the destruction of Rockhound had brought countless tragedies, but when the tragedy was so close, right in front of him, no one could remain calm.

Taking a deep breath, Hawthorne nodded solemnly: "I understand, Mr. Gundren."

Unconsciously, he clenched his fists. Anger was brewing in his chest, and he was determined to make the culprit pay the price!

……

Nangang District, Amazon Fisheries Company Building, Information Department, Reception Room.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, on both sides of the clean and bright coffee table, Porter was sitting with her legs crossed, holding a cup of coffee, entertaining one of her distinguished guests.

A senior agent from the Dark Intelligence Network, the golden elf Davil Starsong.

Ever since the two sides joined forces to eliminate the Shannasa Guild in the South Port area and pinned all the blame on Kentez, the Amazons have reached a stable cooperative relationship with the Zhentarim.

To be precise, it was Portel and Daville who secretly reached a cooperative relationship - after all, the former was a legal company on the surface, while the latter was an illegal intelligence organization, and the two could not openly cooperate with each other.

Every once in a while, Davil Starsong would come to see her, and the two would exchange some information to benefit each other.

And today is no exception.

"Ms. Porter, this is the intelligence you asked us to gather for you last time."

The elf put a document on the coffee table with his usual business-like smile and said slowly, "In short, although several other districts still have a large number of transportation routes that need to be rebuilt, the Ministry of Transportation still approved your application - as long as you are willing to pay for it yourself, they are willing to transfer the engineering team to Nangang District."

As he said this, he nodded gently to Porter: "Perhaps, I should say congratulations to you here in advance? In the future, your company will make a fortune."

Porter frowned. She was naturally happy when she heard the news. But then, based on her understanding of the bureaucrats at all levels in Libel Port, she realized that there is no free lunch in this world.

"Why?" she said. "The other districts must have more urgent things to do. I thought we would have to spend some money to pass this bill."

Davil spread his hands: "Who knows? Maybe it's because the Minister of Transport has a clean character and just wants to do something good for Port Liber?"

"Or maybe, it's to make it easier for his daughter to see her lover? Haha, I think this possibility is more likely."

Porter frowned. "So you don't know either?"

Davil's smile faded: "Of course we have some reliable information to confirm some of our guesses."

"But we also need you to share with us something that interests us."

"how much is it?"

"No money," Davil said. "Information."

"about what?"

"The priest."

"Who? Hawthorne?"

"Yes, that's him." The golden elf nodded with a smile, "His recent behavior really makes me

They were shocked.”

Porter frowned, hesitated for a second, and suddenly smiled: "Why are you asking about him? He is just a little brat with a little bit of sympathy."

She was more than ten years older than Hawthorne, and in her eyes, Hawthorne was really just a little brat.

Davil did not comment on this: "We just want all kinds of information to be freely exchanged, so even if it is useless, we will collect it."

"Does your company have any unspeakable secrets that prevent it from providing information about an outsider like him?"

Porter was silent for a moment, then continued, "Of course not. The company has no vested interests in him."

"You can ask as much as you want, but he and I are just nodding acquaintances, so I can't guarantee that I know everything."

It means that as long as Hawthorne nods, they can have fun together tonight.

And Davil didn't mind: "Okay, then, I'll tell you."

"In fact, the Minister of Transport has a political enemy..."

As he said this, he took out his dimensional bag and took out another document. All the information written on it was extremely reliable, everything was true, the only thing that was not true was that these had nothing to do with all this.

However, no one knew that the Amazons' good fortune this time was actually just the result of a small abuse of power by the Minister of Transport in order to help his daughter grow up.

Porter took it seriously, and then said, "Well, Mr. Darville, what do you want to ask about Hawthorne?"

Davil's expression gradually became serious: "I want to know where his power and those battle sisters under his command come from."

Chapter 339: Where does Hawthorne’s power come from?

Potter frowned slightly.

"Based on my intelligence, I can't tell where his power comes from," she said. "I'm not interested in the source of his power. We've only worked together once or twice in some areas."

The kind that requires several hundred strokes each time.

"I can only provide you with some of his combat data. Whether you can figure out anything from it depends on your ability."

Davil nodded: "Please tell me, based on your description, I should be able to determine the source of his power."

Porter then introduced: "He has a strong spellcasting ability and can cast various spells continuously, but he has never been seen flipping through a spell book;"

"He said he had heard divine revelations, but as everyone knows, the goddess of life is dead;"

"He did protect the weak and fight against evil, but he doesn't wear heavy armor, which means he is not a paladin who gains power from his oath..."

"The most important point is that his strength has grown almost explosively: when we first met, I could easily defeat him just by relying on my physical strength;"

"But now, even if my sisters and I take turns to fight him, using all our skills and exhausting ourselves, it is still difficult to make him surrender..."

She used these seemingly serious words to refer to the fierce battle between them. Davil still had a smile on his face, and I wonder if he understood the meaning.

He kept nodding and making “hmm” sounds, his eyes flickering, and then he suddenly straightened up: “I understand.”

Porter was interrupted by him, but he was not angry. He looked at him with curiosity: "So, what do you think his power is?"

Davil's smile seemed to show that he was confident of victory: "A Sein man, who was a loser who could only wander around and beg for food before, suddenly made rapid progress and gained powerful strength..."

"He doesn't need a spellbook to cast spells. His mana is abnormally high. His physical strength and endurance have skyrocketed in a short period of time. He can even compete with several powerful Amazons..."

"Excluding the factor of gods, there are many such cases in history..."

Porter looked extremely surprised: "Wait, you mean..."

Davil nodded: "That's right!"

Suddenly, the Amazon female executive had a complicated expression: "I didn't expect that I would actually sell my soul to the devil..."

"This... this is such a sad story."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but stroke her forehead and sigh.

Davil frowned, not sure if this woman was truly ignorant or just pretending.

"Of course that's impossible. If he did such a thing, the nuns in the monastery would have torn him to pieces long ago." He continued, "I mean, the power hidden in his blood."

Porter listened carefully, and couldn't help but feel excited. Although she hadn't gotten it yet, she and her sisters had been trying to steal his bloodline...

……

In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

The headquarters of the Dwarfs' company is located underground. To be more precise, it is located under a mountain, in an underground mine that has been dug in all directions.

These guys have a special liking for mining and digging. After digging a mine dry, they are reluctant to leave the old mining areas, so they transform them into their own bases. Over time, underground cities of dwarves are formed.

The reason why this place did not collapse in the earthquake is the same as the haunted gold mine. The dwarves' major mines are also located deep in the plateau and have been cultivated here for a long time.

This is also one of the reasons why the mountain people are willing to regard the dwarves as their own.

The first time I actually stepped into the name of a dwarf

The park is actually the headquarters of a company that operates as a mine. Looking at the various mine tunnels that extend in all directions, Hawthorne couldn't help feeling strange.

After all, he was not a short man and did not have the habit of digging holes all day. In this airtight underground, he always felt suffocated.

But in special times, we can only make do with it.

Since arriving at the headquarters of the Dwarf Company, Annuo has been trying to persuade them to open certain strongholds, mines, camps or other territories to the outside world and build a new large settlement, which is the second Rock Seeker Town.

But progress has been very slow.

Firstly, although the dwarves are indeed humanity's most steadfast ally, opening some bases to the outside world will inevitably harm the company's interests in the short term.

Although they saved a group of dwarfs, this favor was not enough to make the company make such a huge sacrifice.

The two sides had to continue to haggle, compromise, make concessions to each other, and argue over every detail in order to reach a treaty that satisfied both parties.

Secondly, in order to reach a cooperation, a large number of written terms are needed - and writing these tedious things has always been what dwarfs dislike the most.

This is the character of the dwarves. They are very enthusiastic about jobs like mining and blacksmithing, but they are somewhat averse to all kinds of books and literature. Each of them is like a patient in the late stage of laziness, procrastinating as much as possible and having extremely low efficiency.

Annuo was extremely distressed by this. She had been eagerly hoping that a new large-scale stronghold could be established in the mountains so that all forces could gather in one place, trade with each other, exchange information, and cooperate for mutual benefit, thus eliminating the evil spirits with greater efficiency.

Instead of what is happening now, where each force sends out some scattered soldiers to fight alone, which is not only extremely inefficient but also risky.

Hawthorne was not in a hurry. Anyway, the dwarf stronghold now allowed their team to enter and exit freely. He advised Annuo to ask for instructions from the upper level of the Black Rod Tower, leave the clerical work to others, and just act as a mouthpiece.

On the other hand, she would go out with them every day to exterminate demons based on the intelligence obtained by the dwarves' explorations, and then, under the leadership of a team of professional guides, she would lead the team out to exterminate demons.

After all, the dwarves' mines are located deep in the mountains, which means that while most of their mines have escaped the destruction of the earthquake, they are now suffering from harassment from demons.

Many of the major mines have now become demon lairs and are unable to operate, with daily losses amounting to tens of thousands of gold coins.

Although the Griffin Knights were elite, their numbers were limited and they could not cover everything; and the teams they sent out to exterminate the demons - like the ones led by Gundren before - were not that reliable.

Therefore, the dwarves are now in great need of reliable teams to wipe out these evil demons.

And now, Hawthorne, with the nuns and the warriors under Annuo, took the initiative to do this job.

He was not in a hurry at all. If he continued to do this, he could help the nuns accumulate combat experience while earning some purification points. Annuo could also complete her goal of training soldiers and improve their reputation among the dwarves. Why not do it?

Oh, and by the way, you can also show the power of the blue dragon's ion beam launcher in front of the dwarf guides.

During this period, these dwarfs were full of praise for the high-powered lethal weapons in his hands, and their intentions were obvious. He also completed his task of advertising and selling products, which was a win-win situation.

So, during this period of time, he carried out elimination missions here every day, and his life was extremely fulfilling every day.

That day, in the evening, Hawthorne brought the nuns back from outside and returned to the cave of the Dwarf Company headquarters. They planned to have dinner first and then hand in the task of exterminating the demons that they had just completed.

After all, traveling in this cold wind is a very energy-consuming thing. If you don't eat a big meal quickly, it will be a waste of your efforts.

But before he went to the cafeteria, he saw a dwarf running towards him with short legs, shouting as he ran: "Mr. Hawthorne, Master Gundren wants to see you!"

Suddenly, Hawthorne's expression lit up with joy.

Oh no, the Storm Hammer must have been adjusted and he’s calling me to get it!

"Wait a moment, I'll be there soon!" he responded, then handed these matters to Celine, left the team alone, and flew away with the dwarf.

The two of them followed the mine tunnel at the bottom of the pit and headed straight into the distance. The torches on both sides of the tunnel made it as bright as noon.

However, with so many torches burning, there was no lack of oxygen at the bottom of the pit. This was because these flames were actually the power of the elemental lords who had signed a contract with the dwarves - or, of course, were enslaved - and therefore only emitted light and heat, but did not consume anything.

Anyway, Hawthorne followed the dwarf all the way to the deeper part of the mine. The temperature here was higher than other places, which made him frown frequently and sweat flow down his forehead.

This is the dwarves' blacksmith shop. Through the power of the Fire Elemental Lord, there is a furnace burning here that never goes out, allowing the dwarves to forge iron tools continuously.

But it also makes the temperature here unbearably hot.

Chapter 340: The Team Hunting for Monbot

The noise of iron forging echoed in the hollow, making the environment even more difficult to find. The dwarf who led the way brought him to a wooden door, stretched out his palm-leaf fan-like hand and knocked on the door vigorously, while shouting at the top of his voice: "Master Gundren, Hawthorne, I brought you