Witch Monastery

She looked at Willow sincerely, trying hard to suppress her desire to laugh wildly: "Madam Willow, if you also want to have this power, please go to Father Hawthorne. He will give you the answer you want."

Willow opened her mouth slightly, a little surprised: "It's because of your belief in the goddess of life... I thought this was your further improvement in the way of druids...

"

Nidalee was extremely nervous, but she remained calm as she continued, "Madam, the power of a druid has its limits. I have discovered in my short career as a druid that the more I use natural magic, the more I realize that a druid's magic power is powerless when faced with various complex scenarios and unexpected events, unless I become a being that transcends the druid."

"For this reason, I chose to become a hunter, and then I became a priest in the realm of life!"

As she said this, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart. She used the power of the priest's magic in the field of life to inject vitality into each god berry, so that the healing power of a god berry spell was equivalent to seven or eight ordinary healing spells...

Only the master could come up with such a genius idea!

In front of her, Willow felt her heart boiling with heat, but her remaining rationality restrained her and made her dare not make a decision immediately.

After all, she had never been exposed to religious beliefs before: "Let me think about it. Oh my God, it turns out to be like this..."

Nidalee looked at her gently and said, "I hope you can make the right decision, Matron."

She was not sure how well she had spoken, and her heart was pounding. But she was also somewhat looking forward to it. If she really persuaded Willow to join the monastery and become a nun, how would Hawthorne reward her?

Well...anyway, on the day Willow is baptized, I must go and see it with my own eyes!

Her heart was burning with excitement, and she had already begun to imagine how wonderful it would be when Willow shyly undressed under Hawthorne's gaze, completely naked...

……

Black Rod Tower.

"...Yes, I can repeat it again: Father Hawthorne's spell was the main cause of Monport's death. The rest of us only assisted and delayed him to create a better opportunity."

In the conference room on the top floor, An Nuo, who was sitting at the last seat, looked up with his beautiful blue eyes at the female tiefling sitting at the first seat. She had white hair, brown skin, beautiful amber horns on her head, and was leaning on a huge black staff.

That is the current owner of the artifact staff, the Black Staff, the supreme commander of the Black Staff Tower, the guardian of the safety of Liberl Harbor, and the legendary great magician who exiled the Old Ones, Ms. Vajra.

But at this moment, the great magician's face was full of fatigue. Although Annuo was reporting on the important events of the Lord of the Abyss, she seemed to have no interest.

On the contrary, the other mages sitting on her left and right kept asking questions from beginning to end, especially constantly questioning Hawthorne's primary role in the incident, which made Annuo very annoyed.

What? My boyfriend is just so awesome, aren’t you guys convinced?

Chapter 400 Blue Dragon's Celebration Banquet

With this angry mood, Annuo's words to the great magicians became more and more impolite. She was spoiled since she was a child, and although she knew etiquette, she had never been afraid of these people!

A wizard was about to ask again. Just when she was about to explode, Vajera, who was sitting in the first seat, finally spoke: "Thank you for your hard work, Miss Annuo. No one should question the fact that Father Hawthorne made great contributions."

For a moment, Annuo's mood was as warm as spring flowers, and he found Vajera more and more pleasing to the eye.

Because of her background, she was inevitably prejudiced against Vajra, the legendary magician who had risen from the garbage cans of the slums. She believed that she did not deserve the title and that she was only able to ascend to the throne because the corrupt former Lord of the Public City wanted an obedient and weak puppet.

But looking at it now...

She has a pretty good eye!

An Nuo couldn't help but feel happy, and was glad that Hawthorne's achievements were finally recognized.

"I have learned about what happened this time. You can go back and rest first." The abbot, Vajera continued, "Please wait patiently for notification about your reward for this achievement. Oh, and I will also trouble you to deliver the thank-you gift to Father Hawthorne later."

Annuo was immediately in a happier mood. He stood up, said something polite, then turned around and left.

Now she was just waiting for Hawthorne to come back, and she couldn't wait to share the good news with him.

After she closed the door, the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became a little dull, and the great magicians sitting on both sides of Vajera were obviously unhappy.

"I never thought that the Abyss Lord would be eliminated so quickly." An old man with a white beard and wrinkles on his face said with emotion, "I thought we could delay it until the parliament convenes so that we can use it as an excuse to ask for funds."

"As a result, our plans to expand enrollment and request more funding will have to be put on hold," said another handsome young golden elf with blond hair and blue eyes. "The councillors definitely don't want to see us grow. They will do everything they can to cut spending and reduce our size, and then use the money to maintain public security in the central area."

"And there is another key point. Why can't An Nuo emphasize her own merits?" A dwarf shrank in his chair and sighed, "She insists on putting all the credit on that priest named Hawthorne. Doesn't that make the Black Rod Tower seem incompetent? Aren't the expansion of enrollment and the establishment of the Gray Hand team over the years all useless jokes?"

The remaining great magicians nodded their heads, sharing the same sentiment.

sense.

Over the years, Black Rod Tower has been seeking expansion, larger area, more manpower, higher funding, and more abundant budget.

This invasion of Monport is a great opportunity for them, otherwise Annuo would not have been assigned so many new recruits to be led into the mountains for training by her.

This was the result of the Black Rod Tower's high-ranking officials seeking to expand rapidly in a short period of time. However, the death of Monbot made their situation suddenly very embarrassing.

How come after so much expansion, the biggest enemy was solved by an outsider? Doesn't this make people wonder if the Black Rod Tower is just nurturing an enemy and taking the money without doing anything?

In short, the great magicians are now in an awkward situation. They really want to make An Nuo the main contributor to the elimination of Mompot, but An Nuo doesn't know whether he doesn't understand or pretends not to understand, he just won't cooperate.

This immediately made them feel very difficult, and it was difficult to promote the product afterwards.

Sitting on the first seat, looking at her colleagues, Vajera's face was full of boredom.

"Since it's inconvenient, then stop expanding." She suddenly said, "Give the honors to whoever they deserve, and lay off the staff if necessary."

"Not every crisis will have an enemy of the Great Old One awaken. We are enough for the Black Rod Tower!"

The great magicians looked at each other, but Vajra was very resolute in this matter and did not give them any room to fight back.

She also has her own demands. As a legend, holding a divine weapon, she actually needs Leila Silverhand to help her when dealing with the Old One Shude Meir.

She considered this matter as a disgrace, and she had to do everything she could to make up for it: asking for funds and expanding the scale at this time was something she, being too proud to tolerate!

……

In the central area, Blue Dragon Bank, on the ground floor of the building, in the huge performance hall.

The spacious hall was now decorated with dazzling lights. The soft glow of expensive colored lights made the stage colorful but not at all glaring.

The girls in pure white dance dresses opened their arms and danced to the rhythm of the music. Their movements were slow and graceful, and even people who didn't understand art would be fascinated by them.

The best viewing spot on the second floor is where the huge body of the Blue Dragon Rahman occupies the center. On his right, a neatly dressed Blue Dragon secretary stands waiting on him, allowing him to give instructions at any time.

On his left side, Hawthorne was sitting on a soft chair with two fruit plates next to his hands, containing various fruits or dried fruits for him to enjoy at any time.

Yes, he has returned to Port Liber.

After helping the satyrs to build all the necessary buildings, he had planned to stay there, preach for a while, and then consider other things.

As a result, within a few days, he received a message from the Blue Dragon. Rahman asked him when he would come back. They had heard about his killing of the demon lord and had prepared a celebration banquet in the bank. No one was allowed to touch the knife and fork unless he came.

From the guy's tone, Hawthorne could sense the extraordinary excitement and enthusiasm of the blue dragons, so he did not neglect their kindness. He temporarily handed over the affairs of the branch to the witches and rushed back to Port Libel to attend the blue dragons' banquet.

Then, there was this scene now.

Although he knew that the Blue Dragons' celebration banquet would be extremely extravagant, Hawthorne was still shocked when he actually saw it with his own eyes: not only did this guy fill the entire Blue Dragon Bank building with all kinds of exquisite food, he also invited a large number of orchestras, dance troupes, media, etc. to conduct a comprehensive and thorough coverage of the entire process.

The enthusiasm was so great that Hawthorne couldn't help but be secretly shocked, and he thought that the blue dragon was a waste.

But the money was theirs after all, and they could spend it however they wanted. It was not his turn to interfere, so he participated in it with peace of mind and partied with them all day long.

And now, in the evening, these are the last few programs, and we can appreciate the elegant art of the dance troupe together.

Suddenly, Rahman turned his head slightly, looked at him and said, "Don't you like this kind of thing?"

Hawthorne forced a smile, not wanting to expose the fact that he was a bumpkin: "No, it's beautiful and elegant. I like it very much."

Actually, no, although the dance was indeed beautiful, Hawthorne really couldn't understand what they were expressing. He had not received any training in this area, so at this time he could not immerse himself in it and enjoy this art.

"You don't have to be polite with me. If you don't like it, just say it directly." Rahman saw his true situation and said, "This celebration party is for you. I hope you can be happy."

"If you don't like this kind of singing and dancing, I can add a few hundred dragon gold and let them do a striptease."

After a pause, he continued, "You can also go up and dance with them."

Hawthorne: "...Forget it, forget it, no need, it looks good like this."

Before Rahman could speak again, he quickly changed the subject and said, "Speaking of which, Your Majesty, aren't you curious about the details of what happened in the mountains?"

Rahman did not continue to dwell on the topic of dance, and followed his words to get to the point: "Of course I'm curious, although it is now generally acknowledged that you killed the Abyss Lord."

“But I also heard some rumors that the main force against Monbot was actually the hunting team, and you just took advantage of the opportunity when the Abyss Lord was escaping.

"

"Although this will not affect our celebration today or our subsequent actions, I did not see it with my own eyes after all, so I am a little curious. Is that right?"

Chapter 401 Blue Dragon's Confidential Intelligence

Hawthorne was stunned: "Ah? Wait, no, what exactly does the so-called news say?"

Rahman said, "It's just what I said above. The hunting team raided the Abyss Lord and severely injured him. Then Monbot used a spell to escape, and happened to be on the path where you led your team to retreat."

"It was already dying, and at that time, you cast a very powerful spell, harvested Monpot's head, and took advantage of the opportunity."

Hawthorne suddenly looked extremely angry: "This is simply nonsense!"

He really didn't expect that less than a week after the crisis, shameless people who wanted to throw mud and steal the credit had already appeared!

He took a deep breath and calmed down his excitement. Then he slowly said, "The hunting team did raid Mompot, but it was a trap. Mompot immediately summoned a meteorite to smash their team of more than 30 people to less than 10 people. It also attracted several Balrogs and several Giant Bull Demons to besiege them."

"It was thanks to the desperate support of the Archdruid from the mountain folks, Sister Celine from the Church of the Goddess of Life, and the Griffin Knights from the dwarves that they were not wiped out."

"They did rush to the retreat route to support the refugees, but by then Monbot was already dead. The power of the explosion had already blown through the ground. How can they say that they killed Monbot?"

As he spoke, his expression became more and more angry: "They are simply taking credit for what others have done and are shameless!"

Rahman looked down at him and nodded slowly: "I see. Then, were you fighting alone at that time?"

Huo Sang shook his head: "Of course not. It is true that my magic caused a little more noise, but in fact, that victory was achieved through the cooperation of many parties."

As he said this, he counted on his fingers: "Besides me, there are two mages, two druids from the mountain tribe, two barbarians from the mountain tribe, a warrior, a paladin, and fifteen priests under my monastery..."

He knew that if one analyzed purely rationally and compared the strength of both sides, anyone who had not witnessed the truth of that day would be more inclined to believe the former explanation: the strong man had put in a lot of effort, and the unknown man had taken advantage of it.

Therefore, he must display all his strength and make the outside world believe that he has a strong and professional team, and they definitely have the strength to completely destroy the Lord of the Abyss!

At this point, he looked up at Rahman, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh yes, Your Majesty, the Storm Field priests in our monastery are using the ion beam emitter that you sponsored."

Rahman was immediately delighted: "So that's how it is. I understand."

He said this with his eyes narrowed: "It seems that someone is very dissatisfied with you being the only one who has gained the merit, so he wants to use this method to throw dirty water on you and get a share of the pie."

Hawthorne let out a long breath to calm himself down, then rolled his eyes, thinking: "Who could it be? The organizer of the hunting team? Or the investor behind some of the team members?"

Or is it the devil causing trouble?

In his mind, the last possibility was the most likely. After all, because of the matter of the Illusionist's arm guard, he had severely offended Regolas, and this demon would definitely not be willing to accept this, and would definitely not want to see him succeed.

It's quite normal to do some small things behind people's back.

"I don't know." Rahman shook his head. "Rumors are spread all over the place, there are many versions, and it's not easy to find the real source."

Hawthorne couldn't help but curse in his heart, thinking that the rumor was spreader but the rumor was refuted by others. As long as the other party kept making up stories, there would always be some people who believed them, which would damage his reputation.

Rahman went on to say, "But, the most troublesome point right now is not this. The most troublesome thing is that many nobles are more inclined to believe this version. After all, in this way, the adventurers they sponsored have made contributions, and they can naturally take the opportunity to flatter themselves."

Hawthorne couldn't help but remain silent, thinking that the real world was much more complicated than the game. For the sake of profit, something fake could be said to be real.

"However, we don't really have to go to the trouble of finding out who is spreading rumors. After all, this could come from multiple sources," Rahman said. "Since it's a matter of public opinion, we can just buy off the media and report on you in a serious and professional manner."

"I have contacted the Time Group. They will send professional writers and reporters to do a comprehensive report on your past deeds and make you this year's Person of the Year."

"When are you free? When you are free, I plan to have them shoot a series of documentaries about you for students to learn from and admire, so that your name will be passed down forever..."

When Hawthorne thought of that scene, he immediately felt a headache: "Interviews and reports can be done, but forget about the documentary. It's really unnecessary and it wastes time, um..."

Rahman said with some regret in his voice, "Well, if you don't want to, forget it."

After a pause, he continued, "Oh, by the way, if someone wants to buy your land in Nangang District recently, don't sell it.

The real estate business can also be suspended for a while. "

"Concentrate on buying land and don't sell it. You should make a fortune in the next one or two years."

Hawthorne was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"The Mithril District approved the application of the South Port District. Next year, they will start to build four railways that will start from the South Port District and go half a circle around the city from the east and west sides." Rahman said, "Passenger and freight transportation will become extremely convenient. If historical experience is correct, the land price in the South Port District should skyrocket after this."

As he said this, he smiled and said, "I wouldn't say it will rise to the price of a house in the central area, which is 200,000 gold coins, but it shouldn't be a problem for it to rise three to five times in a few years."

The blue dragons have suffered losses in this regard. In the past, they owned large tracts of land in the wilderness and planted a large number of crops as a rare source of stable income.

But then the city hall said that they wanted to build a road, which would destroy many farmlands and rivers. The blue dragons contacted the druids and agreed that this would reduce production and devalue the land.

After failing to thwart the plan, they quickly sold the land at a low price to stop the loss in time.

As a result, those lands were bought by the golden dragons, who completely destroyed the farmland, built high-rise buildings, and immediately made a fortune.

This incident was just a minor failure in the numerous battles between the Blue Dragon Group and the Golden Dragon Group. However, it was enough to make the Blue Dragons feel ashamed and learn a lesson.

After hearing this news, Hawthorne was even more shocked: "Such confidential information, you..."