Witch Monastery

Hawthorne turned around suddenly and saw an uninvited guest leaning against a tree trunk behind him.

He was a typical gold elf man, tall, handsome, with shiny golden hair and blue eyes like stars. At this moment, he had a gentle smile on his face as he stared at Hawthorne's actions.

Hawthorne immediately looked at him warily. He had a vague impression of the other person in his mind, but it had been so long that it was difficult for him to remember it for a while.

"Who are you?" he asked. He did not sense any hostility from the other party, so he did not feel nervous.

The golden elf did not answer his question, but spoke on his own.

"Nigel Hawthorne," he said. "Fifteen. Oh, in another month you'll be sixteen."

"I was born in Donggang District. My father was a retired soldier and my mother was a laundry worker. After my mother died and my father sold my sister, I ran away from home in anger and made a living by picking up trash in Nangang District."

"Your life should have ended there, until you died of disease in a stinking ditch in Nangang District, and your body was eaten by wild dogs. However, half a year ago, your life took a turn for the better."

"The head nun Celine of the Goddess of Life Monastery in Nangang District discovered you, took you into the monastery, and began to explore your potential. During this period, the huge magic power hidden in your blood awakened, and your strength improved by leaps and bounds. So much so that a month ago, you shined in the defense of Rock Seeker Town."

As he said this, the smile on his face grew brighter: "Am I correct in what I said?"

The first part is all correct, the second part is all wrong.

Hawthorne secretly complained in his heart, and from the other party's arrogant and proud attitude, he roughly guessed the other party's identity.

Davil Starsong is a senior agent of the Zhentarim of the "Dark Intelligence Network", one of the leaders of the Doom Reaver faction, and a tenth-level enchantment school mage.

Well... a gold elf with a somewhat strange XP system, but generally a decent person and worth dealing with.

He began to organize the information about the opponent in his mind, and began to organize his words, seeking to counterattack.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Davil felt even more proud. He seemed to be looking down at Hawthorne from a high position, and continued to talk: "I never thought that the Wenren Empire had been destroyed for thousands of years.

There are actually descendants of the Hawthorne family in the world."

"I just don't know which ancestor's power you have awakened? Antisek? Light? Or Sep? What flaws in their bloodline power have been exposed now?"

Strictly speaking, the Wenren Empire should actually be the Wenren Dynasty of the Sein Empire, which was a powerful dynasty three thousand years ago with a history of eight hundred years.

The three people mentioned by Davil above were all legendary strongmen of that dynasty. Some were famous generals, some were powerful ministers who controlled the government, or some were great reformers who went down in history - in short, they were ancestors who left a powerful force in their bloodline.

These are all the information that Daville has obtained from his investigation, and it is also one of his usual tricks to deal with young people: first use a huge amount of half-true and half-false information to stun the other party, destroy all of their confidence and sense of security, and make them confused, frightened, and at a loss.

Then he suddenly changed his face and said that we are actually in the same group. I came here not for anything else but to help you and myself.

Then, he could throw out more information in other aspects, making the other party's brain unable to process such a large amount of information, so that their eyes would become dull, and they would stop thinking. In the end, they would just be like a puppet, allowing him to lead them by the strings.

In his opinion, a young man like Hawthorne is far from being deep enough in his scheming, and the education he received before probably did not allow him to understand the true situation of his own bloodline.

He even disdained to use magic. He would use only these methods now to make him respect and fear him, and finally bow down to him and follow his lead.

And his current dazed expression was proof of his shock and fear.

Davil smiled. He had already thought of what to say next: In fact, I helped you a long time ago. Remember the massacre on the night of the double moon? Someone saw you at the scene. It was me who sent people to muddy the water and help you...

Well, the time is about right. After giving him a thunderous shock, it's time to be gentle with him and comfort his wounded heart.

Daville was thinking this and was about to speak when he saw Hawthorne suddenly look up and stare at him.

"Davill Starsong," he said, "Born in the Starsong family of the Golden Empire, he was gifted and intelligent since childhood, and he had a great ideal: to make everyone in the world free and to be able to make their own decisions."

"After you became an adult, you worked at the Golden Dragon Bank and quickly became a senior executive. However, you accidentally discovered that the backer of a tyrant in the Black Earth Continent who enslaved his people and ate human flesh raw was your homeland - in the name of free trade."

"You were furious and decided to expose the fact and cut off the arms trade with that country. This way, the tyrant would lose his source of weapons and be overthrown by his own people. However, you failed and were fired by the bank for leaking confidential information. Yet, they have been resting soundly till now."

Davil's expression froze, but Hawthorne didn't stop and continued, "After leaving the company, you joined an adventure group called the 'Doom Plunderers' with your powerful magic. You made a living by stealing lich lairs and soon made a great reputation."

"After that, the Dark Intelligence Network approached you. After learning about their ideology, you believed that only by allowing all intelligence information to flow freely and without control could those crimes be exposed to the world."

"So you joined the Dark Intelligence Network and used it to cause trouble for the Golden Dragon Bank. As for now, you are trying to take root in Libel Port and grow your faction here, so as to finally expose the hypocritical true face of the Golden Dragon Bank."

As he spoke these words, his eyes were not frivolous, but serious and solemn: "Davill Starsong, is what I said correct?"

Chapter 345: The Reservoir-Strict Golden Elf

In an instant, the golden elf's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhole.

His forehead was red with a layer of fine beads of sweat, and his body was so nervous that he couldn't help shaking. His mouth, which was usually the most eloquent, couldn't even finish his words at this moment: "No... No, no!"

"Who are you! Why do you know all this?!"

He almost screamed out loudly, all his pride, confidence and sense of security were shattered at this moment. Fear was like a pair of big hands, tightly grasping his heart!

why?

Why all this, my philosophy, my dream, and the career I am doing now...

Why does this guy know everything!

Wait, if even he knew so much, then Jinlong Bank, didn’t it already have…

As soon as he thought of this, he felt as if a pair of invisible hands were holding his throat. He couldn't breathe or speak. He only felt his eyes go dark, and it seemed that countless stars were filling his eyes...

Hawthorne took a deep breath, and then, with a look of compassion, he stared at the golden elf and said softly, "Davier, my Lord, has been watching you."

Davil was stunned. He couldn't believe what he heard. All his anxiety and fear were explained. It was like a beam of light shining into the dark forest in his heart.

Then, Hawthorne took a step, as if a god parted the sea and walked slowly towards him: "Davier, you are not alone. God is always with you. She let me walk with you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand toward him, as if

invite.

Davil lowered his head slightly and looked at his hands. He felt his heart trembling, and excessive information impacted his mind, making his consciousness almost blank.

He could hardly think anymore, he just felt the blood boiling all over his body. The pressure, resentment and grievance accumulated in his heart over the years all came out at this moment, making him almost unable to control himself. He just wanted to kneel in front of Hawthorne and cry.

To the goddess who "has always been watching him".

His throat moved, and he raised his hand, about to touch Hawthorne's fingertips. His voice trembled, but in the end, he uttered a spell in his throat: "Dimension Door!"

hum-

A bright white light flashed, and Hawthorne narrowed his eyes. In the next second, Davil's body disappeared.

He couldn't face it, so he ran away.

Realizing that this guy had made a cowardly decision, Hawthorne shrugged slightly, feeling quite amused.

Although he still recognized Daville's ideas and ideals, this guy actually investigated him so thoroughly in secret and wanted to use this to scare him. Isn't he thinking too much?

Oh, since you like to crush your opponents with the amount of information, I will give you a little shock as a time traveler.

I hope you won't be shocked for too long.

He felt very happy thinking this, and then he hummed a little tune, returned to the camp, washed up briefly, and rested.

He slept soundly, but Davil's mood was not stable. He used the portal to teleport directly back to his secret base, where the orc bodyguards were waiting for him. Yagola was immediately startled.

According to their previous agreement, Davil would only teleport back to their base in this way if his plan failed or encountered a major accident.

Now it seems that his negotiations with Father Hawthorne have broken down?

Yagola didn't know, and her heart was full of worry. But what worried her even more was what was going on. Davil, who was always calm, elegant, and reliable, and always had a confident smile on his face, suddenly hugged her body and cried like a wronged child, without caring about his past image.

While crying, he kept muttering to himself, saying things like my persistence was right and that the gods had never given up on me, which shocked the female orc.

She had no idea what Darville was saying. He had never told her about his ideals. She just worked for him faithfully and thought he was a profit-seeking guy.

Therefore, at this moment, his many behaviors made her feel helpless. She could only comfort him by saying that he was right, and then patiently wait for him to sort out his emotions.

However, Davil did not. After venting his emotions, he fell into a deep sleep in the arms of this rude female orc without even washing up, which made Yagora very disgusted.

But as a bodyguard, she couldn't just leave her master alone. Sighing, she had no choice but to carry him up, strip him naked, and throw him on his bed, hoping that he could have a good sleep.

The next day, early in the morning.

After Hawthorne woke up from Shilin's embrace, he went to the woods outside the camp to wash up alone. But just as he was wiping his face, a white light lit up next to him again, and then, last night's uninvited guest, Davil Starsong, appeared beside him with a sturdy female orc, with a complicated expression.

Hawthorne then put the towel he used to wipe his face back into the dimensional bag, then turned his head to look at him and smiled, "Well, have you thought about it?"

Davil snorted coldly and turned away, no longer looking at him. He felt very uncomfortable in his heart. He didn't believe that the goddess of life had really been resurrected, but he couldn't understand what happened last night, so he subconsciously pretended to be cold at this moment, hoping that Hawthorne would not be able to see into his heart.

As for the negotiations, just let Yagora, who has always been carefree and simple-minded, do it.

Seeing him like this, Hawthorne felt amused, but secretly felt very uncomfortable.

The female orc looked at Davil, then at Hawthorne, with a reserved look on her face. She then bowed slightly and slowly said in the Common Language with a heavy accent: "Respected Father Hawthorne, hello, I am Yagora Stonefist. Half a year ago, you saved my life in the 'Mist Fisherman' tavern..."

Hawthorne frowned slightly, then suddenly realized.

Oh, she was a female orc at that time!

He nodded gently: "I remember you."

Yagora breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Thank you for your brave action that day, and thank you for your performance in Rockseeker Town. If it weren't for you, many of my people would have died."

Hawthorne was speechless, thinking that his performance in the Rock Seeker Town had actually attracted the attention of the Dark Intelligence Network?

Tsk, am I considered a well-known adventurer now?

He thought with a little complacency, but his face remained humble: "No need to thank me, I just happened to be there, and I just did what every righteous person should do."

As he said this, looking at Yagola, who looked a little nervous but insisted on being polite to him like a cultured person, he said directly: "Just say it if you have anything to say. Mr. Xingge has already said something similar last night."

Davil's expression became even more awkward, and Yagola said with a stiff upper lip: "Then

Let’s just be frank.”

"Well, we heard that there is a half-elf ranger named Adlan Starsong who is with you now. In fact, he is the nephew of Mr. Davil Starsong. We heard that he was seriously injured, so we want to meet him..."

There is a mole planted by the Dark Intelligence Network in the headquarters of the Dwarf Company!

This thought immediately popped up in Hawthorne's mind, and then he pretended to be confused and said, "I dare not confirm your relationship, but if you want to visit the patient, it won't be too late to wait until we send him to the hospital, right?"

Yagola was speechless for a moment. Davil frowned slightly, but finally couldn't help it. He walked out and said to Hawthorne: "He is involved in important information, which is related to the safety of the entire Libel Port."

"Oh, really?" Hawthorne was noncommittal. "Then I have to send him back to the Golden Dragon Bank and let the Golden Dragons make the decision."

Davil stared at him: "Mr. Hawthorne, we are not enemies. In fact, half a year ago, there were some rumors in the slums that were unfavorable to you..."

He finally said what he was going to say last night during Huairou's visit, but at this moment, its effectiveness was greatly reduced.

Hawthorne looked up at the sky: "Yes, so later the Black Rod Tower came to investigate me, and the result was that I was innocent, and the rumors were self-defeating."

Having said this, he looked at Davil again: "Yes, we are not enemies, but we are not friends either. At least you don't regard me as a friend, right?"

Chapter 346 The Secret of Adlan

Davil was silent, realizing that his operation had been a complete failure. Yagola gently tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to stop beating around the bush and just speak his mind.

So the golden elf sighed and gave up the idea of ​​​​conversing with Hawthorne: "He was a member of the elite team specially organized by the golden dragons to hunt down Monbot. However, he returned with serious injuries and a great defeat. This shows that the situation in the mountains is even worse than we imagined."

"The Golden Dragons may have concealed this news for their own benefit, and the Dark Intelligence Network has an obligation to make the truth public. Admittedly, there will be some illegal means involved, but, Mr. Hawthorne, you don't want to see so many lives disappear because of late intelligence, right?"

He tried to threaten with his faith, but unfortunately Hawthorne didn't buy it. He stared at Davil, weighed the pros and cons for a moment, and decided to try again.

Then, he raised a playful smile and said, "I believe that the righteous golden dragons will make this information public as soon as possible, and I am afraid, Mr. Davil, that you will use your nephew's information to intimidate and blackmail others."

After a pause, he continued, "Just like last night."

Davil's eyebrows immediately stood up and his blood pressure rose. He looked at the smile on Hawthorne's face and was sure that this man definitely didn't trust Jin Long as he said. He just wanted to use this opportunity to get more benefits.

It was as if he wanted to see Adlan, not for the safety of the city, but for his own interests and to disgust the golden dragons.

But in the end, he suppressed all his anger and said, "Okay, then I'll give you another piece of information for free, okay?"

"About what?"

"From the Mountain Cleansers Alliance."

"Hmm?" Hawthorne shook his head. Just as he was about to say that he was not interested and asked for something more useful, he heard Davil add, "There is a very key traitor among them. Many decisions made by the top leaders are influenced by this guy."

"With this information, if you can make some use of it, maybe you can make the Gaoling tribe, oh, the tauren among them..."

As he spoke, the golden elf narrowed his eyes, flashing a cold light: "Destroy the clan and exterminate the species!"

At this moment, the information he had finally came in handy again, allowing his half-concealed words to directly hit Hawthorne's pain point.

Hawthorne's eyes were dim.

"As for what Adlan said, as long as it is information about demons, you have to share it with me." He said, "I don't want anything else."

"No problem," Davil said, "as long as you can keep it secret from the public."

Hawthorne secretly laughed in his heart, thinking that you just said that you wanted to spread the details of the deep mountains to avoid causing greater losses to Port Libel, but now you want me to keep it secret.

But he didn't refuse, and nodded gently: "Deal."

As he said that, he led the way and said, "Come over here. He should have woken up by this time."