Witch Monastery

Rahman smiled and said, "So you'd better speed up the acquisition of land. If you are short of money, just come and ask me for it."

Huo Sang's expression was very complicated for a moment, and he couldn't help but sigh: This is Libel Port, the consortium is the real owner here. The Mithril Hall is leaking like a sieve, and all kinds of secrets are sent to the consortium's desk first...

With such a complicated mood, he nodded gently: "I understand, I will go and make arrangements to maximize the benefits!"

Rahman nodded, and was ready to continue enjoying the dance, but suddenly, his expression changed, and he turned to look at Hawthorne again and asked, "Do you really not need me to pay more to let them do a striptease for you?"

Hawthorne looked at the young dancers on the stage, who were wearing white lace dresses and had charming and slender figures, like blooming little flowers. He used a lot of effort to suppress the strong desire in his heart with reason. He lowered his head and touched his nose, and refused: "No, just watch it like this, I also need to be influenced by art."

Rahman thought.

Soon, this beautiful dance performance ended. But after that, there were other performances on the stage.

The employees were still in high spirits. Such a grand banquet was rare even in Blue Dragon Bank. But Rahman was a little tired, so he got up and went back to his room to rest.

After he left, Hawthorne didn't plan to stay too long. He stood up and prepared to say goodbye and return to the monastery to rest.

He still has many plans and tasks of his own to accomplish.

However, just as he was about to walk out of the bank, the neatly dressed Blue Dragon secretary quickly caught up with him and said, "Father Hawthorne, please stay and sign this contract."

"The prince has bought the White Swan Dance Company, and now he has decided to give it to you so that you can be influenced by art at any time. This is a token of his love, so please do not refuse."

Hawthorne: “Ah?”

He had no intention of doing so, but on Rahman's whim, he became the owner of those pure and innocent little flowers.

Chapter 402 White Swan Dancers

Ten minutes later, in a remote conference room on the ground floor of the Blue Dragon Bank Building.

The main members of the "White Swan" dance troupe gathered here. The girls were all wearing the dance costumes they wore during the performance. They stood upright in two rows with nervous expressions, waiting for an unknown fate.

At the front of everyone, the dance troupe's female coach, who was already old and had wrinkles all over her face, looked melancholy and was also nervously waiting for their new master.

She glanced at the nervous girls from the corner of her eyes, her throat moved for a moment, and finally she sighed with guilt: "I'm sorry for you."

Originally, when they received the invitation, because of the Blue Dragon's notoriety as one of the five colored dragons, both she and all the dancers were reluctant to come.

But, the blue dragons gave too much.

Folk dance troupes like theirs with no background already have a hard time surviving, so seeing such a large sum of money, wouldn't they rush in like crazy?

Therefore, the original owner of their dance troupe immediately decided that no matter what difficulties they encountered, they must overcome them and make the blue dragons satisfied!

They had no choice but to come over, praying fearfully that the blue dragons would think their dancing was not good and not appreciate them.

I hope everyone can leave safely after the performance, and the girls must not encounter any trouble.

But unfortunately, it seems that Murphy's Law is inevitable. The more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen. There are so many orchestras, theater troupes and dance troupes that came to perform, but Lan Long just fell in love with them.

Under the attack of a large sum of money, their former owner readily sold them to Blue Dragon, and Blue Dragon gave them to, it is said, a young nobleman, to cultivate the latter's artistic accomplishment.

……

The female manager who had been in Port Liber for many years immediately guessed the intention. This was not for the appreciation of art, but it was obvious that he had taken a fancy to these girls and wanted to take them to bed as his playthings!

Looking at these young, beautiful and budding girls, the agent really treated them as his own children. But thinking of the fate they were about to face, his eyes became moist.

Seeing their manager's eyes turn red, the dancers immediately became excited. A brave one couldn't help but speak directly: "Teacher, don't be afraid! We won't let them bully us. At worst, we will fight him!"

This remark immediately resonated with the other girls: "Exactly, who do they think we are, letting them buy us all the time!"

"At worst I won't dance anymore, but I can't bear such humiliation!"

"With hands and feet, there's nothing you can't do to support yourself!"

……

The girls no longer maintained their original formation, and gathered around their teacher, who was also their long-time agent, talking to each other, with the crowd getting excited.

Although this teacher is usually strict enough, the girls are not stupid and can tell good from bad, knowing who really treats them as their own and who just wants to make money from them.

Surrounded by her own girls, the manager was so moved that she burst into tears. However, considering the long-term situation, she closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously: "No, girls, quickly line up again, you can't beat them alone..."

The girls wanted to say something when there was a knock on the door: "Mr. Hawthorne is here."

The manager quickly wiped away the tears and told the girls to stand back. The girls were all angry and decided not to give the new boss a good look...

Then, the door of the room was pushed open, and Hawthorne, who was not wearing a priest's robe but a black suit with the same straight body and his long silver hair combed meticulously, walked in.

Facing these girls, he first smiled and said, "Hello everyone, I am Nigel Hawthorne, and I will be the boss of the dance troupe from now on."

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly there was warm applause. The girls' eyes were fixed on him, and some even swallowed quietly.

They had thought of all kinds of situations before, but they never expected that the new boss would look like this.

Hawthorne raised his hand, signaling to stop the applause. The girls then stopped applauding and the room soon fell silent again.

"In fact, I don't know much about the art of dance." He continued, "It was Prince Rahman, oh, the Blue Dragon who hosted this banquet, who thought I might like it, so he bought the dance troupe and gave it to me."

At the front of the team, the agent sighed.

As expected, here comes the classic nobleman's reluctant speech: I was unwilling at first, but because of certain reasons, I had to accept it reluctantly...

Next, we will pick the most beautiful and best-looking girls in our dance troupe and have them come to your home in turn to cultivate your artistic qualities, right?

It's time to go to bed at this point...

"So, I don't plan to interfere with the decision-making of the dance troupe. If there are any problems, just vote collectively." Hawthorne continued, "At the same time, I think the original profit sharing ratio of the dance troupe is not very healthy. From now on, take out half of the share that belongs to the dance troupe owner and use it to improve the lives of the dancers."

"I only have one request, that you be available whenever I need you."

The agent looked up suddenly, his face full of shock.

what?

The new boss gives you power and money as soon as he comes in?

She never expected that what she was waiting for would be such a result!

"That's all I have to say." Hawthorne said at last, then took out a communication stone and handed it to the agent. "If you have any questions, use this to contact me. Well, it's getting late, and everyone should rest. Staying up late is very harmful to the skin. I won't waste your time, and the meeting is adjourned."

After saying that, he turned around and left first, leaving the girls in the room standing there, not being able to react for a long time.

What did they just see?

Such a good-looking boy!

What did they just hear?

He wants to give them a raise!

"He's so handsome!"

She was the first dancer who was filled with righteous indignation and said she wanted to fight Hawthorne. However, at this moment, her face was full of obsession: "I have been completely fascinated by him..."

As soon as this was said, it immediately aroused strong resonance among the other girls: "Yes, I have never seen anyone who looks so good..."

"And he's so nice to us... He cares about us!"

"What do you mean he doesn't understand art? This is clearly the way he understands art the best..."

"Wow, I really want to marry him..."

……

Listening to the girls' infatuated speeches, the agent didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But a big stone fell from her heart, and she felt relieved now: "What nonsense are you talking about? She is a noble who doesn't care about hundreds of millions of gold coins. How could she be interested in you!"

"You were all gritting your teeth just now, but now you are so excited that you want to throw yourself at me? Put away your unrealistic thoughts. How could I possibly be interested in you!"

"Go back, pack up your things, we

Get ready for the next show!"

She cursed like this, then turned around and walked out. However, as she left, she couldn't help humming a little tune, and her legs and feet, which were not very convenient, seemed to be much lighter.

Chapter 403 An Nuo's "Last Time"

On the other hand, Hawthorne didn't have any extra thoughts. After finishing the meeting with the dance troupe, he immediately returned to the monastery.

He really didn't have any extra thoughts. Although Rahman's kindness was hard to refuse, he didn't refuse. However, he was also very self-aware.

He knew that he didn't understand how these mature dance groups operated, and interfering in them would only make things more chaotic.

To put it another way, even if he knew, he didn't have the energy to focus on it. He needed to manage real estate, build a branch of the monastery, recruit more nuns, learn spells, train expertise, improve attributes, and seduce Willow...

The last one might not be so urgent, but he has too many things to do right now and really doesn’t have the extra energy to manage the dance troupe anymore.

So he chose to let things take their own course. You guys take care of yourselves. The money you earn is yours. You just need to keep a small portion for me, and I'll be there for you whenever I need you.

After arranging all this, he went straight back to the monastery to rest.

Nothing happened that night, and the next day he planned to set off immediately and return to the monastery branch in the mountains to continue preaching among the satyrs and recruit more people to become nuns.

The combination of Druid and Life Domain Priest will create the second most powerful healer in the world in batches. This will be his best logistical support in the future and also his endless source of wealth.

However, before he could move, a mosquito landed tremblingly beside his ear and made a faint sound: "Master, there is..."

Then there was no sound.

There was no other way. Although it was still warm in Port Liber in the winter, it was not a season for mosquitoes to live in. Andre's power was greatly limited, so that even the normal task of passing on messages was difficult to complete.

Hawthorne then stopped and was not in a hurry to return to the branch. He turned around and went straight to Andre's room. He pushed the door open and saw the insect witch sitting upright on her big white bed with a sad expression on her face and her two little hands still waving.

Obviously, she was trying to use magic to control the frozen mosquitoes and continue talking to him.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the little girl was startled, then quickly turned her head and whispered, "Ah, Master, you are here!"

Behind her, the baby Spider Woman was sleeping soundly in her cradle with a peaceful expression, making people reluctant to wake her up.

Hawthorne closed the door, walked to her side, sat down gently, and put his arms around her waist: "What's the matter?"

Andreni's expression was tense: "There are many unfavorable rumors about you."

Hawthorne's heart skipped a beat: "Be more specific."

"To put it simply, many people are saying that the hunting team is the main force to eliminate Mombot, and you just took advantage of it." Andre said, "Now the rumor is evolving, and it has evolved into that you are a hypocrite who appears to be righteous but is actually greedy for fame and fortune. You are more harmful and worse than some real villains who are really bad..."

Hawthorne frowned suddenly.

"No..." he muttered, "It's only been a few days... It's only been a few days since I eliminated Mompot. Andrei, when did the news about my elimination of Mompot spread? When did this rumor spread? When did the rumor that I was a hypocrite spread? When did it start?"

Andrei immediately replied: "The news in our Nangang District is relatively closed. The news that you eliminated Monbot was basically not spread until three days ago."

"But the news that you stole the credit suddenly spread widely yesterday, and today someone slandered you as a hypocrite..."

Hawthorne's face suddenly became serious.

So fast?

This is definitely not a natural development, there must be a hand behind it!

This is not just a matter of competing for credit. If it is just to compete for credit, there is no need to be so extreme and to slander your own reputation...

He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a cold look in his eyes.

It must have been Regolas!

This demon loves to do little tricks like this, disgusting you silently and guiding you step by step in the direction he wants, making you make mistakes step by step and eventually fall into his trap!

However, a cunning rabbit has three burrows, and the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light. Even if Hawthorne is a player, there is no way to determine where he is hiding now, let alone find him and show him off.

trouble!

His eyes flickered as he touched the Illusionist's Arm Guard on his arm. This thing was worth a fortune, and it was precisely because of it that even if Regolas hadn't done it this time, he was very sure that this demon would never give up revenge!

Therefore, it is absolutely right to take some actions against him!

He made up his mind to ignore the affairs of the branch for the time being and deal with this guy who was targeting him first!

Thinking of this, he took out the communication stone from the dimension bag, injected magic into it, and then put it to his mouth and whispered: "Annuo, come to the monastery when you have time. I have some discoveries to tell you."

……

He didn't have to wait too long. That afternoon, An Nuo took a carriage and hurried to

Nangang District.

After Andrei informed Hawthorne of the news, the latter hurried out to greet her. As soon as he walked out of the monastery gate, he saw a carriage pulled by two horses slowly stopping at the gate. Anno, wearing a beige tight-fitting jacket, lifted the door curtain and was about to get off.

As soon as the two met, the girl's eyes lit up and her face was full of joy: "Dear, when did you come back? You didn't tell me in advance."

She got off the carriage, paid the driver, and let him go. Hawthorne came forward, took her hand, and said gently, "I just came back yesterday and heard some rumors."

An Nuo took his arm, smiling broadly, as if he were entering his own home, and took the initiative to walk into the monastery: "That's right, I have some good news to tell you."

Without waiting for Huo Sang to tell her his news, she continued impatiently, "I have reported your case to the Black Rod Tower in detail. They have promised to report the matter to the Mithril Hall. At least they can ask for the title of Viscount for you!"