Witch Monastery

It also allowed him to pass through the Gaoling tribe's camp safely today and find Toren who was in a daze.

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Hawthorne walked up to him, took out two glass cups and a bottle of red wine from his dimensional bag, and poured them in. "Are you also annoyed by those documents?"

This was the top-quality stuff Rahman had given him. Different from the sour red wine used to relieve greasiness when eating barbecue, this kind of red wine had a sweeter and softer taste and would not make one drunk, making it suitable for drinking to relieve boredom when one was alone.

The last time he was having dinner with the blue dragon, Hawthorne took a sip and found it delicious. He couldn't help but praise it. Rahman immediately asked his secretary to send him fifty large barrels, enough for him to drink until the next century.

He couldn't finish it anyway, so he might as well use it now to get closer to the other person.

It is also convenient to get behind him.

However, Toren did not answer it. He lowered his head and snorted twice: "What is your purpose, Sein?"

Hawthorne smiled softly: "Let's ease the relationship with our allies. Otherwise, when we face the demons, if we still cooperate with them with grudges, wouldn't we be killed if we are not careful?"

He said, placing two cups in front of him: "Have a drink."

Toren was silent for a moment, then he raised his hand to pick up one of the cups, clinked it with Hawthorne's, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Hawthorne also smiled and drank the red wine in his glass.

"It's too light, it's for women." Finally, the minotaur commented sharply, "Men should drink strong liquor, like the ones the dwarves drink, that's what's suitable for us."

As he spoke, he looked down at Hawthorne's figure arrogantly, secretly showing off his muscular body.

Chapter 371: Willow's Softness Under the Moonlight

Hawthorne didn't care at all. He smiled and said, "It just so happens that I have connections with the dwarves. Next time I'll bring you a few barrels of their liquor!"

Toren was secretly moved, but he said without mercy: "No, it would be better if you could bring some heavy weapons."

"We can bring everything, including strong liquor. This is a celebration party. After we defeat the devil, we won't leave until we are drunk!"

"...Okay, let's have a big drink then!"

As they talked, the atmosphere became increasingly tense. Then, Hawthorne and Toren chatted about some dwarf jokes, and before they knew it, it was already very late at night. The red wine was taking effect, and he was also a little drunk.

At this moment, a confused female voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Father Hawthorne? And Toren?"

The two men turned their heads at the same time and saw Willow, who was wearing a robe the color of withered yellow leaves and carrying a simple medical kit on her shoulders. She was looking at them in confusion: "You... are drinking together?"

Hawthorne grinned: "Yeah, just chat with my good brothers and keep in touch with them."

Toren also laughed: "It's a pity that the wine is not strong enough today, and the feelings are not deep enough!"

The two of them burst into laughter, and looking at their expressions, Willow couldn't help but relax and smiled.

Sure enough, wine is the best way for men to build friendships.

She is like this

As he was thinking, he heard an angry curse from a minotaur lady in the distance: "Who is this? Why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night and barking like a dog?"

Apparently, their laughter disturbed other people's rest.

Hawthorne and Toren quickly kept silent, while Willow smiled but was not so stern: "Don't drink too much, don't sleep too late, you still have things to do tomorrow, go to bed early."

"Well, let's rest now." Hawthorne said, stuffing the wine glass and bottle back into the dimensional bag, "I will go back with you, Madam Willow. See you tomorrow, Toren!"

Toren let out a long breath, feeling the depression in his heart disappear: "See you tomorrow, Hawthorne."

After saying goodbye, Hawthorne and Willow left the Minotaur camp together.

After walking a few steps away from Toren, Willow suddenly asked, "What's wrong with you two? Why are you suddenly drinking together and calling each other brothers?"

"During the day, weren't you two still at loggerheads with each other?"

Hawthorne spread his hands: "I have to improve my relationship with my allies, otherwise I will lose a lot if we fail to cooperate well with the demons in the future."

Hearing this, Willow's expression was quite emotional: "It would be great if the other children were as sensible as you and An Nuo."

As she spoke, her expression was somewhat tired. In the bright moonlight, she looked at Hawthorne's profile. The burden on her shoulders seemed to have been lifted. The fatigue accumulated over the past few days surged into her heart, and then her legs softened and she almost fell down.

Hawthorne quickly held her shoulders, his expression very concerned: "Madam Willow? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling okay?"

But just after he finished speaking, he felt a little dizzy. The aftereffect of the red wine was a little stronger than he expected, and he had drunk too much without realizing it.

Willow closed her eyes, then shook her head gently: "I'm fine, I'll lend you my shoulder, I'll just take a nap for a while."

As she spoke, she slightly turned sideways, rested her head on Hawthorne's arm, and began to take deep breaths to adjust her state.

As she took a deep breath, her already extremely full breasts rose and fell slowly but exaggeratedly, attracting Hawthorne's eyes.

But Willow was completely unaware of this, and the slight dizziness still eroded her consciousness. For a period of time, she had to deal with a lot of work every day.

Her strong sense of responsibility prevented her from stopping, but in fact her condition had already reached its limit.

Until this moment, her spirit relaxed a little, and exhaustion almost overwhelmed her.

Seeing that she would not be able to recover for a while, Hawthorne simply stretched out his arms, hugged her shoulders, and held her whole body in his arms to give her a more solid support.

It was also to allow myself to stand firm and not be defeated by the alcohol.

He took a deep breath, trying to make himself more awake. The scent of plants and trees emanated from Willow's body, entwining his sense of smell. This more intimate contact immediately brought more different feelings.

Willow was not very tall, only about 1.6 meters, roughly the same height as Heidi. Hawthorne had grown a lot in the past six months, and was already over 1.7 meters tall, so he could just hold her in his arms and let her lie on his chest.

Different from any girl he had ever met, Willow was softer. In every aspect, whether in character or body, she was extraordinarily soft. She could truly be described as "soft and boneless".

Especially now, she was only wearing such a thin robe, which allowed Hawthorne to fully experience her softness. He couldn't help but want to curl her up into a ball and hold her in his arms.

In addition to being soft, Willow's body was also emitting a burning warmth. It was clearly winter, and she was wearing so little, so no matter how you looked at it, she should be freezing cold.

However, this was not the case. Perhaps due to the druid's natural magic, her body maintained a normal body temperature of 37 degrees. Normally, it was not too high, and it was no match for Ekta, but in this cold wind, it made people reluctant to let go.

At least Hawthorne was reluctant to let go at this moment. The intoxication brought by the wine surged into his heart. He was greedy for Willow's softness and warmth. For a moment, his brain didn't want to think about anything. He just wanted to relax and enjoy the peace of this moment.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, Willow was also craving for the warmth of his body, the sun-like breath on his chest that belonged only to men.

Hawthorne's physical attribute now is 16 points. I wouldn't say that this physique is one in a million, but at least among humanoid creatures, it is considered one of the best.

Even among the tauren of the Gaoling tribe, there are not many who have better physiques than him. His high physical attributes not only give him a strong physique, but also a strong ability to withstand cold.

At this time, although he was not wearing as thin as Willow, he was actually just wearing a thick sweater. This gave Willow a perfect opportunity to become attached to him.

She was tired and fragile at the moment, and even desperate and helpless before. How could she not be obsessed with this moment, this embrace and comfort?

Her hands unconsciously wrapped around Hawthorne's waist, and subconsciously she even hoped that time would pass more slowly, so that she could linger here and enjoy it for a while longer, without having to devote herself to the tedious and complicated work, and her body and mind would be completely liberated.

Under the moonlight, the two sides

The hug no longer had the meaning of supporting each other, but was more like a way of preserving some aftertaste. In the dead of night, there was no sound except for the breathing of the two people, which gradually became heavier.

But the next moment, a scream suddenly rang out: "What are you doing?!"

The two people who were indulging in each other's arms suddenly woke up and hurriedly separated. They turned their heads together and saw Adele, who was also carrying a simple medical bag, staring at them in disbelief with her beautiful eyes wide open.

"You..." She swallowed, "What are you doing here?"

Hawthorne said calmly, "Madam Willow was overworked and felt dizzy just now, so I supported her. It's that simple."

Willow's face was red as blood, and there was a layer of hot sweat on her forehead. She nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "Yes, that's it, Adele, things are not what you think... No, don't think about going anywhere else..."

Adele's eyes sparkled, and she gritted her teeth. Then she took two steps at a time and quickly walked to Willow's side. She hugged her arm and said, "I know you're dizzy, mom. Just take a rest and don't push yourself. I'm worried about your health!"

"Come on, I'll help you back to your room so you can have some rest."

Willow said that it was okay, that she still had many things to deal with in the evening and she couldn't rest yet, but she couldn't persuade her daughter and passively followed her to the accounting office.

Hawthorne stared at their backs, his eyes full of emotion and relief. He thought to himself that it was fortunate that there were still people in the world like them who had a sense of the overall situation, and the mountain people could still be saved.

As he was thinking this, he suddenly saw Adele turned her head and glared at him fiercely.

At the same time, his communication stone rang. He picked it up and injected magic power into it. Then Adele's voice rang directly in his mind: "Hawthorne, you playboy, I warn you, don't have any tricks here, stay away from my mother!"

Suddenly, Hawthorne raised his eyebrows. Under the stimulation of alcohol, waves of anger surged into his heart, and he suddenly had a bold idea in his mind.

Oh my, this little ewe actually thought that I was actively seducing her mother?

Ah……

To be honest, before this, I had nothing but respect for good people like Willow who were dedicated to the public good, and I didn't have any blasphemous thoughts about her.

Even when I heard Celine's plan, I still felt a little resistant.

But now, huh...

Sorry, I'm not even sixteen years old, Miss Adele.

Now, I am also in my rebellious period!

Chapter 372: Lustful Ancestor

Porto Liber, rubble area.

After recommendations from major companies, departments, organizations, groups, nobles, etc., as well as an open selection, the City Hall finally organized a second team of high-level adventurers to eliminate Mompot.

There are a total of thirty-two people in this team, but the main combat force is composed of eight people, and the rest are their assistants.

These eight people are a warforged wild magic path barbarian, a human "Arcane Knight" warrior, a human magic archer warrior, a half-elf Oath of Redemption Paladin, a half-elf Eloquence Academy poet, a gold dragonborn dragon vein warlock, a dwarf Order Domain Priest, and a gold elf Evocation School mage.

These people were the absolute elites who were selected after full competition and careful selection. The whole city had high expectations for them, believing that they could definitely destroy the Abyss Lord and create a new legend.

Of course, this is actually another aspect of fear: many mortal high-ranking officials in Port Liber, such as major merchants, nobles, bureaucrats, etc., have almost been crushed by fear.

They couldn't imagine what other means they could use to deal with Mompot, this cunning lord of the abyss, if this team failed again.

It is conceivable that if this team fails again, the elites of Port Liber will inevitably flee the city in large numbers and take their wealth with them: in fact, this result will lead to the real destruction of the city.

Therefore, this team can only win and cannot fail.

Shapiro is also in this team now, but he did not reveal his real information or his real name. Instead, he used the name "Shapiro Casarant" instead and made up an identity as "the distant nephew of Mistress Amalia" to deceive the team's trust.

He did not reveal his true profession, but instead used a similar profession as "Arcane Knight" to pass himself off.

Although there were people who expressed doubts about this, he had the recommendation of the huge noble family of Casalante behind him, and his own strength was strong enough, so he finally joined the expedition team smoothly.

So, now is the time to set off.

Today was a rare sunny day. Under the sun, Shapiro looked at the team members in the distance who were still bargaining with the vendors, his expression somewhat impatient.

The twenty or so of their auxiliary personnel were responsible for helping them find routes, carrying supplies, and helping to clear out the surrounding miscellaneous soldiers during battle, to ensure that their decisive battle with Mompot would not be disturbed.

In the eyes of the leaders of Port Liber, these are indispensable. However, in the eyes of Shapiro, who is used to being alone, these are just...

"waste time!"

He snorted in dissatisfaction, feeling that these sluggish teammates would never accomplish anything great and that he would have to rely on himself in the end.

"Shapiro, don't say that!"

Beside him, a middle-aged female half-elf wearing plate armor spoke softly. She was the Paladin of the Oath of Redemption in the team: "We also need their intelligence support. We know that you are very powerful, but no matter how strong you are, it will be useless if you can't see Monport."

Shapiro sneered, "So they can find Monport?"

The paladin smiled slightly. "Of course, the City Hall is not doing nothing. Informants have infiltrated the cult that summoned Monbot, and now they can accurately locate the location of this demon lord."

"However, this guy is still running around, so we must have these people to lead him and determine his position in real time, so that we can accurately stab him into the heart like a steel knife!"

Shapiro was not interested: "Whatever you say, it doesn't change the fact that they are wasting our time bargaining with the vendors here!"

Seeing that the woman wanted to talk again, he immediately turned around and walked away: "I'm going to rest for a while, call me when you leave!"

Seeing this, the half-elf opened his mouth and let out a final sigh.

As a Paladin, she hoped very much that this expedition would be victorious. And she believed that the first step to ensure victory was unity within the team.

And it was obvious to the naked eye that this team member named Shapiro Casarant, although very strong, had all the arrogance of the young geniuses, so he did not fit in with the team at all, which made her very worried, but helpless.

Over there, Shapiro turned left and right and came to the back of an empty, dilapidated house. He suddenly knelt on one knee and shouted to the front, "Ancestors!"

Just now, he heard the call of his ancestors and was eager to escape, so he had to show extreme impatience towards the paladin.

As he called out, a ball of dark and sinister energy suddenly appeared in front of him, outlining in mid-air the faceless silhouette of a graceful female with wings on her back.

If experienced adventurers were here, they would surely be able to accurately identify that the image represented by this black shadow is actually a lust demon!

That is the legendary fallen angel!

Shapiro’s so-called ancestor turned out to be a genuine devil, an evil demon whose job was to deceive human souls!

And his true profession is naturally revealed: he is not an arcane knight at all, he is clearly a sorcerer of an evil demon lord!

Facing the bloodline kneeling on the ground, the lustful demon lowered his head slightly and looked down at him: "Shapiro, what have you been doing recently?"

Hearing this, Shapiro suddenly panicked: "I, I reached a cooperation with the Casarant family, pretending to be their relative, and then joined the expedition team in Libel Port to eliminate the Abyss Lord Monport."

At this point, Shapiro felt the shame of cooperating with the enemy who had framed his family and acting under their surname. Fearing that his ancestors would blame him, he knocked his head to the ground and said, "Ancestor, do you have any mission for me? Please tell me, I will immediately put aside the work here and complete the task you expect."