Witch Monastery

The content of his words was very complicated, mainly because of his subtle mood at the moment. He was not surprised that Celine took the initiative to help him expand the size of his harem: in the game, witches would do the same, doing what they thought was right.

He now feels that the way the witches do things is still somewhat terrible, backward and inefficient, and requires further education and correction.

Secondly, if it was just the Druid...

The utilization value doesn’t seem that high?

Forget it, it's better than nothing.

cough!

Celine came back to her senses from the afterglow of pleasure: "Master, do you think I'm too slow? That's right, if the master does it himself, I'm afraid that tonight, she will become the master's most loyal slave..."

Hawthorne shook his head: "No, I mean, since you want me to take advantage of the value of this ethnic group, then the method of enslavement you mentioned is too inefficient."

"The most efficient way to utilize it is through equal cooperation," he said. He has always believed this. "Everyone has the desire to pursue freedom and realize their own value. Moreover, as you said, every member of the Goat People has the ability to cast spells. So whether they have the desire to realize their own value will further determine the value that each of them can present."

"So, making full use of the free will and subjective initiative of the goats is the best use of the abilities of this race." He concluded, "But slavery will eliminate this possibility and turn them into a mediocre race that can only cast some low-level spells."

Celine blinked. Although there were many unfamiliar terms in the sentence, she barely understood what Hawthorne meant. "But... wouldn't this be dangerous? For example, what if some people think that the first step to realizing their own values ​​or ideals is to harm your interests in order to satisfy their own desires? Or even..."

When she thought about the possibility that some powerful satyrs might want to replace Hawthorne, Celine's eyes suddenly narrowed: "It would be safer to enslave them, or brainwash them, at least for the first few generations."

She fantasized like this. After all, in the past, the most common method of ruling she had seen was slavery. She could not think of a more stable and efficient method of ruling. "The next few generations can be a little more relaxed, but the premise is that there are enough of them who belong only to your bloodline."

"To achieve this, I think we can learn from some of the lords' practices, such as stipulating that every goat girl must give birth to a child for you before she can start a family with others."

"In this way, after a few generations, all the goat people will be your descendants. Even if we no longer use some harsh methods, they will be absolutely loyal and enthusiastic to you like the nuns..."

Hawthorne smiled and pinched her cheeks. "It's impossible, Celine. You can't do it. The power of blood is not that strong. Aren't there many stories of people betraying their fathers and brothers for power?"

"Let's not talk about other places for now, let's just talk about the famous story of 'Dragon Turtle Gate Incident' in the northern Sein Empire two thousand years ago. You must have heard of it, right?"

"Look, for the sake of power, even if it's your father or brother, what can't you kill?"

He cited a real case from history, and Xilin was unable to refute it: "That... is true... that..."

Hawthorne lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently: "It's okay, don't worry about others opposing me, I'm not afraid of this."

"Also, don't expect my other partners to be as loyal as you and your sisters." He said, "I may not trust the loyalty of outsiders. I only trust your absolute loyalty, Celine. You are special."

etc.

Coaxing the Great Witch like this, as expected, after hearing such words, Celine showed an angelic smile on her face, with a hint of shyness.

She then raised her head and kissed Hawthorne on the lips. The latter was naturally not polite and kissed her fiercely, lips and teeth entangled.

Keeping the kissing posture like this, he leaned over and rode on her plump body from the front, and slowly entered her body from the front.

With Celine's satisfied moan, Hawthorne pushed open her already wet but still closed body, feeling the warm pressure coming from all directions at the same time, pressing every nerve on his huge penis, and continued to exert force as the witch's body trembled, as if she wanted to swallow him whole.

He let out a long breath and began to thrust back and forth, launching his thrusts. His thrusts became faster and faster, and the amplitude of his movements gradually increased. The crisp sound of flesh colliding continued to echo in this small tent.

Chapter 359: Strategy for Scumbags

The next day, early in the morning.

Adele got up very early, sneaking out of bed before daybreak and sneaking into the accounting office that was placed on the edge and used as a temporary warehouse.

Then she found that Hawthorne and others were no longer here.

Her heart suddenly rose to her throat, fearing that she had trusted the wrong person and would eventually bring disaster to the tribe. Then, a wave of magical power came from her communication stone.

She took it out of her dimensional bag, received it, and then received a message: "Come to Madam Willow's counting house."

For a moment, she felt dizzy.

It’s over, my mom found out!

And then, she couldn't help but grit her teeth.

These guys actually betrayed me!

hateful!

She was filled with anger, however, since the other party was now with her mother, she absolutely dared not disobey this order, so she had to suppress her indignation, lowered her head, turned around, and ran quickly to Willow's private account office.

When she lifted the curtain of the room and stepped in, she saw that Hawthorne and others had already washed and dressed neatly, waiting for her here.

Her mother Willow looked a little haggard. She was standing in the middle of the group. When she saw her coming over, she sighed and said, "Adele, I already know your intentions and plans. But, you actually hid such an important thing from me. It's really wrong."

"And you actually let our guests sleep in that kind of place. This is really inappropriate."

Facing her mother, Adele lowered her head guiltily, then suddenly raised her head and looked at Hawthorne, glaring at him: "You told my mother about this?"

She obviously understood that the playboy was dissatisfied with the poor living conditions, so he told her mother about it.

Hawthorne did not answer, but smiled, and Willow went on to excuse him, "Don't blame Uncle Hawthorne. I ran into them when I went to the warehouse to get something this morning, and I was startled. That's when I realized your plan."

Adele's blood pressure immediately shot up: "He's not much older than me, and you asked me to call him uncle!"

"That's not the point." Willow said softly, "Adele, no matter what plans you have in the future, you should tell me first."

"Think about it carefully. Even if you can fool me, can you fool countless eyes in the tribe? I know you are smart, but don't think that others are fools!"

Adele pouted and lowered her head. The rebellious emotion surged up again at this moment. She refused to say sorry to her mother no matter what. I was wrong, mom.

At the same time, she also labeled Hawthorne with a lot of negative labels in her heart, such as "liar", "traitor", "bad man who doesn't keep his word", "playboy who cares about food and accommodation", etc.

Seeing her daughter falling into a state of inability to communicate again, Willow sighed and changed the subject: "Well, now that things have come to this, I won't blame you any more."

"Your next plan is to lure Inès here and confirm her identity, right? Tell me your plan in detail. I can use my authority to help you."

Adele turned away and walked out: "I have already told them everything. I don't need your help. I have a plan that can lead her here."

"Just wait and watch here, I'll be back soon!"

After saying this, she ran out in a hurry. Behind her, Willow took half a step forward: "Adele——"

But unfortunately, despite his shouting, the girl had already run away. Willow then stopped and sighed, feeling a sense of frustration in her heart: "My daughter doesn't listen to me..."

An Nuo stepped forward and took her arm, but she was still young and didn't know what to say at this moment.

Hawthorne also stepped forward and stood beside her, then whispered, "It's okay, I can feel that she still loves you. She did this just to share the burden on your shoulders, but she just didn't know how to express it."

Beside him, An Nuo nodded repeatedly. So Willow looked up, looked at him, then turned to look at An Nuo beside her, her eyes full of envy: "It would be great if Adele could be as sensible as you guys..."

……

After saying goodbye to her mother, Hawthorne and others, Adele ran all the way, angrily, to find Inès.

Although the course of events was somewhat unexpected and made her feel a little uncomfortable,

But anyway, at this point, she decided to go with the original plan, first lure Inès over, then determine her race.

After all, no matter what twists and turns occur, destroying the devil should still be the top priority.

During this period, Adele observed Inès's behavior patterns every day and was already familiar with many of her habits.

Besides, it was still early. After all, she wanted to check with Hawthorne and the others before taking any action, so she specially chose this time when no one else had gotten up yet.

So without being noticed by anyone, she quietly ran into the Minotaur camp, observed for a while, and found her target.

It was an ordinary-looking account room, seemingly no different from other rooms. But soon, the door curtain of the account room was opened, and four sturdy male minotaurs walked out one after another, smiling at each other, as if they had spent a wonderful night together last night.

Adele couldn't help but feel disgusted, and her expression turned a little disgusted. She rubbed her face, and with great difficulty suppressed these emotions, pretending to be expectant, and continued to wait.

She didn't have to wait too long. Ines, neatly dressed, walked out of the tent where the four minotaurs had just walked out. Her plump buttocks twisted left and right like a wild cat, and her full breasts shook up and down. Her expression was charming and her movements were coquettish, as if she was afraid that others didn't know that she had spent the night with the four minotaurs.

Adele slapped herself hard on the face, then put on a seemingly nervous expression and walked behind Ines: "Sister Ines, can I... ask you something?"

Ines turned her head and looked at her warily and confusedly: "What?"

"It's just..." Adele lowered her eyes, "How can I make my boyfriend change his mind about me?"

Inès looked confused: "What did you say?"

"I ran into some trouble..." Adele sniffed. "That night I went to see him and told him that my mother didn't agree with us being together. I wanted him to apologize to the mountain people on behalf of his family and resolve the hatred and conflict. In this way, my mother might not object anymore."

"He got very emotional after hearing this and said that the honor of his family must not be tarnished. When he got so angry, he just...he said he didn't want me anymore..."

She was about to cry, and looking at the slap marks on her face, Ines was full of disbelief: "No, he also hit you?"

Adele's eyes were evasive, not daring to meet her gaze: "Ah, well...he's usually a nice guy, but he's a military noble after all, so he can get a bit hot-tempered sometimes..."

Ines' blood pressure immediately shot up: "He kicked him away, are you going to keep him for the New Year?!"

Even a succubus would look down on men who commit domestic violence.

Adele wiped her tears, thinking that the first step went smoothly, and continued, "Sister, don't say that. It was my fault. I didn't consider his feelings, so I said the wrong thing..."

"I came here this time just to ask you, sister, how to get along with a boy like this? Sister, you are so popular, can you teach me a little bit?"

Having said this, she took Inès' arm and walked towards the satyr settlement as if they were two good sisters taking a walk together.

Hearing her say this, Ines had a complicated expression: "Will you die if you don't suck this dick?"

Adele didn't understand what Inès meant for a moment, but she could probably guess what Inès wanted to say, so she continued: "But I feel that I love him so much, I feel that I can't live without him at all, I can't imagine what the meaning of life is without him..."

"Sister Ines, please help me!"

Ines held her forehead and sighed, "I think you should go find two minotaurs tonight and play with them all night long. Try their dicks. I guarantee that after a few days, you will forget about your boyfriend who has no balls and abuses his girlfriend."

Adele said nothing and looked at her pitifully. Seeing her appearance, the succubus sighed again: "Well, then I will teach you a few tricks to deal with men."

"First of all, you have to understand one thing. Girls of your age may still be longing for some pure and beautiful love, but boys of your age only want to date you just to get your little pussy..."

Chapter 360 Assassination Plan

Inès continued to tell the story, and the two of them walked around the camp and talked in low voices like good sisters.

Soon, they arrived at the residential area of ​​the satyrs and wandered around aimlessly.

At the same time, An Nuo, who was hiding in an accounting office here, immediately started his work.

She closed her eyes and chanted a spell. The sacred and invisible power of perception spread out and soon covered most of the goat people's living area.

The range of divine perception is limited, but it is enough to detect someone at such a close distance.

Behind her, Willow cast a "heart link" and then held Annuo's hand, sharing her perception at the moment in real time. But soon, her expression became extremely ugly.

Obviously, their perception has paid off.

After a while, when Adele and Ines walked away, Hawthorne immediately asked, "How is it, An?"

No, what is the result? "

An Nuo opened his eyes, his expression serious and his eyes sharp, as if he was spreading murderous intent: "It can be confirmed that this Ines is a genuine evil demon!"

Hawthorne nodded slightly: "Then, without further ado, let's take action tonight and capture her?"

"She lives in the Minotaur community, right? In that case, maybe we can just raid her tent tonight and capture her?"

He was eager to try, and Willow's expression suddenly changed: "But if this happens, will there be a large area of ​​impact and accidental injuries?"

Hawthorne was about to say that this was a necessary sacrifice, and of course it was all his own selfishness and calculations. But seeing the determined expression of the Centaur Matron, he swallowed the words back and said, "I just feel that the situation is more urgent. Matron, do you have a better way?"

Willow lowered her head, her eyes flickering.

"I'll go talk to Ilarod and ask for his opinion. We'll come up with a more reliable plan tomorrow at the latest." She said, then turned to look at An Nuo, "Not only because of the traitor, but also for both of us to put aside our past grudges and fight the devil together."

Annuo was actually a little anxious. A succubus was plotting something shady, and she was eager to get rid of it as soon as possible.

But after hearing what Willow said, she also had to temporarily suppress her anxious mood, nodded, and said: "Okay, then, we will wait for your good news."

At this point, Willow's expression couldn't help but look a little sad: "But this may have tonight, or even tomorrow. Ilarod went out yesterday, and the earliest he can come back is tonight..."

……

At this time, outside, after giving Adele a "serious lecture", Inès sighed, "Ah, Adele, how harmonious must your nightlife be to make you so devoted to him?"

"Are you really not going to listen to your sister's advice and try the minotaur's dick?"

Adele's cheeks flushed. Through the conversation just now, she probably understood what Inès meant.

She cursed inwardly, then shook her head and refused, "No, sister, I have to keep my chastity for him."

"Thank you for teaching me so much today. I will try these methods. I won't disturb your work anymore. Goodbye, and I wish you all the best!"

She said this, then let go of her arm and turned to run towards the Satyr camp. Inès looked at her youthful back and her two slender, round, tender and tight legs. Her mind was filled with the scene of her lying on the bed with her legs apart, her calves carried on the shoulders of an unknown domestic violence man in Liber Port, his thick thing going in and out of the middle of her thighs, and finally filling them up like puffs...

Wait, legs?

Inès suddenly had an idea as she thought of something.

wrong!

Her gaze fell between Adele's legs as she retreated, her eyes narrowed and her gaze slightly absent.