Witch Monastery

"Maybe in the future, but for now." At this point, Hawthorne smiled, "You're the only one who came to see me tonight, aren't you?"

Danqi was stunned.

……

In the Mithril District, in the Casarant Family Castle, in the Port of Liber.

In the secret room, the plump Madam Casalant, who was dressed in luxurious clothes and heavy makeup, was sitting on her large chair, frowning and looking worried. Opposite her, the demon apostle Regolas, who was wearing a black robe, also lost his usual smile and stared at the woman in front of him with his eyes flickering.

"That is to say, we have put in so much effort and put in so much work, but in the end, the credit for destroying the Abyss Lord is all taken away by that Sein pretty boy who appeared out of nowhere?" After a moment, the fat mistress said slowly, "This is really outrageous!"

Hearing this, Regolas shrugged slightly: "Yes, this is really absurd! It is obvious that the nobles are the ones who paid the most, and he just picked up the loophole at the end and made the last sword."

"But, just because his lover works in the Black Rod Tower... Tsk, Madam, this is really unfair to you."

"It's really unfair!" Madam Casalant asserted, "Mr. Shapiro, who was funded by the Casalant family, was the biggest contributor to the killing of the Abyss Lord. We even borrowed a large sum of money from the Golden Dragon to fight against demons!"

"We can't let those guys who didn't contribute a penny to spread rumors and use one-sided rhetoric to deceive the public. We need to make the truth public!"

Regolas nodded.

: "Indeed, I support your idea, Madam."

As he said that, he changed the subject: "However, I have another suggestion. The other nobles who contributed money, people, and labor, even if they have not made any contributions, have worked hard. They must also take back their own honor. We can't let that guy take all the benefits!"

Madam Casalante immediately understood: "Of course, we have suffered huge losses and are truly selfless fighters against the devil. If even our reputation is taken away by others, it would be too chilling for truly kind people!"

"I will immediately arrange for someone to do it and make sure the truth of the matter is announced to the world!"

Regolas smiled and nodded: "Thank you for your hard work. I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now."

After saying this, his body turned into a beam of light and left the secret room. Madam Casalant let out a long breath, then stood up, turned around to open the door, walked out in a dusty manner, walked to the backyard, and then quietly opened the entrance to the sewer.

There, there is a staunch ally of hers. Although it messed up things before, the alliance between the two sides has not been dissolved. Now is the time to activate it again!

On the other side, after Regolas teleported away, he immediately came to a hidden corner. Here, Shapiro, wearing a leather jacket and carrying a huge sickle, was tearing a roast chicken hard and eating it in big mouthfuls.

Noticing that he had teleported over, the guy immediately turned his head and glared at him: "My mission is completed. When will you give me the evidence I need?!"

Having said that, he couldn't help but raise his tone, and his expression became ferocious.

Looking at this guy, Regolas put on that smile that showed he had everything under control again: "Don't worry, my dear Shapiro, what I promised you will eventually be in your hands."

"Please wait for a moment and be patient. If everything goes well, the Phantom Armguard that I accidentally lost before can be returned to your hands..."

Chapter 398: Monastery Branch

It was another sunny day. The snow that had fallen a few days ago had basically melted away, and the temperature was unusually warm.

And on this day, after days of quarreling, the goats finally packed up their things and followed Hawthorne on the road, leaving the dwarf mines and heading for their planned new home.

In addition to the goat people, some residents of the Mountain Riders tribe also went with Hawthorne.

Even with Hawthorne standing behind her to support her credibility, Nidalee's prestige was still limited after all and could not compare to her father's.

The latter was unwilling to abandon their old allies, so they simply acquiesced to Nidalee's behavior and did not make any public statement.

So, in the end, she had no choice but to call on a small group of people to go with her.

Hawthorne did not say much about this, nor did he show any disgust or contempt. He led these people out calmly, crossing mountains and rivers to their designated location.

However, as a result, the once powerful Mountain Cleansers Alliance has become a mere name.

However, these have nothing to do with Huo Sang and others who chose to leave, as well as the people of the Green Vine Tribe. Even though the future is uncertain, they still take firm steps towards their new home.

Fortunately, the next two days were warm enough, and with the help of magic, they didn't suffer much.

On the evening of the third day, they arrived at the well-connected transportation hub selected by Hawthorne on the map.

Only now, it was already very late.

Gusts of cold wind were howling in the mountains. It was bound to be a cold night. The people following Hawthorne had been camping outdoors for two days in this severe winter, and many of them were already showing signs of being unable to hold on.

But now, seeing that their destination was just an empty lot, without any of the "warm house and our future" promised by Hawthorne, panic suddenly began to brew in their chests. The residents who followed began to whisper, not knowing how they would spend the night and how they would live in this land with nothing in the future.

"Hawthorne..."

At the front of the team, Willow followed behind him, looking at the empty space in front of her, her eyes filled with worry: "How are we going to spend this evening?"

Such words might seem a bit ambiguous if placed somewhere else, but at this moment, Willow had no romantic thoughts in her mind, and her heart was filled with deep worry about the future of her people.

In response, Hawthorne smiled gently, as if he was sure of victory and was not worried about the predicament tonight: "Don't panic, just watch me."

As he spoke, he called up his system and turned to the page about buildings. In a hidden corner, the "Goddess Church" building had been unlocked. As long as he built it, he would have his first branch in this deep mountain.

It's just that its price is a little bit expensive.

Ten thousand points...

Looking at the price marked on it, Hawthorne couldn't help but feel heartbroken. It cost him 14,000 purification points to reach level nine, but the purification of Monbot only gave him a little over 4,000. Even if he added in some other benefits, he only had a little over 30,000 purification points on hand.

And this would cost one third of the money, how could he not feel heartbroken?

But recalling the terrain here and the resources hidden in the deep mountains, he was extremely certain that this branch of his would bring him huge profits in the future!

Today's investment is worth it

of!

With this certainty, he gritted his teeth, took a few steps forward, walked out of the team, chose the most conspicuous place, reached out his hand, and pressed on the system interface -

hum-

Ten thousand purification points were spent, and the next moment, countless milky white purification lights flowed out from his body, covering the ground here. Soon, a small church dedicated to the goddess of life stood up on the ground.

Behind him, the refugees who had been whispering stopped talking and opened their eyes wide with shock in their pupils.

Even Adele, who had always been dissatisfied with Hawthorne, couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes and watch all this in disbelief.

What's going on here?

Why did a small house suddenly appear?

However, the more shocking thing was yet to come. Before she had time to think and guess, milky white light shot out from Huo Sang's body one after another, covering an open space, and then formed a square bungalow.

These houses are simple in appearance, neatly arranged, and have special passages reserved. At first glance, it looks as if the layout was formed by excellent architectural designers after special overall planning. In the blink of an eye, this place looks like a complete residential area, rather than a desolate wilderness.

Everyone was greatly shocked, and they couldn't help but start whispering. After all, half-goats generally knew how to cast spells, and about this situation, they immediately began to speculate based on their own understanding:

"How did they do that? How did they build so many houses all of a sudden?"

"I don't know. Even high-level earth-shaping magic doesn't have such an effect!"

"I guess this might be an extremely sophisticated teleportation spell. He built the house somewhere else in advance and then teleported it here in one go!"

"Is it possible that he had already built the house here, and then used an illusion to disguise it, and he was actually removing the illusion just now?"

"Oh, yes, this is possible!"

……

The mountain folks were discussing at once, but Huo Sang didn't care about their current mentality. Looking at the buildings in front of him, he thought for a moment, then added a bathhouse and a medical room, almost using up his balance, and then turned around and said to the people behind him, "The goddess has arranged rooms for everyone, please make your own choices."

"Because the power of the goddess is limited, there are only 200 rooms available for selection. The rest of you will have to squeeze in. I am very sorry for not being able to fulfill my previous promise!"

He spoke sincerely, and the voices of the mountain people behind him gradually died down. But then, Willow stepped forward and shouted with gratitude: "Father, you don't have to apologize like this. Things were so urgent. We are very grateful that you can provide us with such a home."

She then turned her head and said loudly to the people behind her: "Fellow tribesmen, let's go and choose. Don't let the priest's kindness go to waste."

"After tonight and tomorrow, we will also use our own hands to build a home that truly belongs to us!"

The goats who were talking just now stopped talking, their faces were full of emotion. Without much organization, the mountain people spontaneously formed small groups, found a house, and then squeezed in to spend this difficult night.

It is indeed a bit difficult to accommodate all the refugees in 200 rooms, but now is an extraordinary period, and with the tents as a supplement, it is not impossible to make do.

The refugees no longer had any complaints in their hearts. They were all so excited that they did not even wait until the next day. They began to act that very night. Those who had magic used magic, and those who did not use their physical strength to dig ditches, build fences, and warehouses around the residential area. They were reluctant to stop until almost late at night.

Everyone showed great enthusiasm for building their new home. It was not until late at night when everyone was completely exhausted that they stopped the action and went back to their rooms to rest after being persuaded by Hawthorne and a group of nuns.

Watching the last satyr return to his room to rest, the ordinary nuns also returned to their tents to sleep, leaving only the witches and Nidalee following Hawthorne.

Looking at Hawthorne's slightly tired expression, Nidalee asked nervously, but not without expectation: "Master, what should we do next? Should we go back to the South Port District to rest?"

Having just persuaded some of her tribesmen to live here and follow her, Nidalee naturally wanted to stay for a while longer to make arrangements for them so that they could spend the winter peacefully.

She had just gained some power and had not yet really tasted the wonderfulness of it. Naturally, all she thought about was being responsible for those who were willing to trust her and follow her.

But this time, they had to catch the traitor, conclude an alliance, fight the Abyss Lord, and arrange these refugees. It took them half a month. She was a little worried. Hawthorne's idea now was to quickly return to Nangang District to reunite with Heidi and the others.

What she didn't know was that Huo Sang had his own considerations and he didn't plan to return to Nangang District right away.

In response to Nidalee's question, he slowly shook his head: "No, of course we are not going back to Liber Harbor."

As he said this, he turned his head and looked at the bungalows there: "We will stay here to preach."

"Spread the teachings of the Goddess of Life and attract

people become nuns.”

Chapter 399 Willow's Change of Faith

Nidalee blinked, not understanding his train of thought. Knowing that this druid girl didn't quite understand these religious routines, Hawthorne patiently explained: "I built these buildings in public in front of these people in order to package this situation as a 'miracle' and show the power of the goddess of life."

"This way, they will have awe in their hearts. We can strike while the iron is hot in the next few days and persuade them to believe in the Goddess of Life, or even accept baptism, join the monastery, and become nuns."

He needed manpower and needed devout nuns to join the monastery and work in various buildings.

At the same time, he needs brave and fearless nuns to transfer to become priests in various fields to fight for him.

The slums in Nangang District alone could not meet his needs. After all, games were different from reality. In games, the population could be increased infinitely over time, but in reality, there were only so many people in the entire Nangang District, and the population was constantly flowing out. It was impossible to provide him with so many people.

Therefore, he needs these people, these half-goat people, to become his force.

If everything goes well, once this camp is completely built, the size of his monastery should be able to break through three digits...

Nidalee nodded as if she understood: "Oh... I see. I understand."

As she spoke, her heart dropped back into her stomach, and she became inexplicably excited. She then looked at Hawthorne with a teasing look and said, "You want to see the bodies of these satyr girls, right? Oh, how greedy!"

To gain the power of a priest and become a nun with combat capabilities, she had to take off all her clothes and be baptized under Hawthorne's nose!

Naturally, every detail of the body and every inch of skin will be seen by him.

Hawthorne looked a little embarrassed, and then a little angry: "Don't talk nonsense! You guys, you're itchy again after not being spanked for a few days, right?"

Nidalee bent down with a smile: "Master, I was wrong, please punish me~"

……

After calling Nidalee into his tent and giving her a severe punishment, Hawthorne finally vented his anger and fell asleep with her in his arms.

The next morning, the nuns got up as early as possible, washed, had breakfast, and then worked together with those who were willing to follow Hawthorne, using spells and strength to build this new camp.

Of course, when working together, their main task is to preach to the centaurs, telling them about the greatness of the goddess of life and attracting them to believe in this selfless goddess.

The effect of the missionary work was not obvious at first, after all, the mountain people did not have the habit of believing in a specific god. But Hawthorne was full of optimism. He believed that in the future, the goats would become another source of high-quality soldiers for him.

During this process, Nidalee was basically only responsible for casting spells, using spells to shape various earth walls, fences, and enclosures in the camp.

After all, she was nominally a member of the nuns, but in reality she knew nothing about missionary matters, so she wisely chose to keep her mouth shut and not cause any trouble.

But she had no intention of preaching, but some people came to her on their own initiative.

During the lunch break, Nidalee swallowed a bottle of sobering potion and a magic berry, then went back to her tent to lie down and recover her energy and mana.

But she didn't have much time to rest. A familiar female voice called out from outside: "Miss Nidalee, do you have time now?"

It's Willow!

Knowing that this was the main target that Shilin hoped Hawthorne could take down, Nidalee quickly stood up and lifted the curtain of the tent: "Come in and talk when you have time."

At the door, the satyr mistress smiled apologetically and walked in. Nidalee lowered the door curtain, took her hand and sat down together, then asked, "What do you want to see me for?"

"That's it..." Willow stroked her hair, a little embarrassed, "I want to ask you, how did you manage to make your Godberry so full of powerful vitality?"

"I can feel that the vitality contained in one of your sacred berries is comparable to an ordinary healing spell... This is really incredible, so I have come to ask for your advice."

She said sincerely, her eyes full of pleading.

Nidalee thought to herself that this was easy. She could just go and talk to Father Hawthorne and let him see her naked body.

But considering that Hawthorne had specifically told him about the ultimate goal last night, Nidalee considered her words carefully before slowly saying, "This is all a gift from the goddess of life."

Willow's eyes widened, "Huh?"

"Yes." Nidalee's expression was solemn. She looked more like a missionary than a druid or a hunter. "After being influenced by Father Hawthorne and converted to the Goddess of Life, I was baptized one day and accepted the power bestowed by the Goddess."

"According to Father Hawthorne, I am a part-time priest in the field of life, which is why I have this ability."