Witch Monastery

She was roaring in her heart, but at this moment, she couldn't really run out to correct it, so she could only bear it, shaking with anger.

Cuibis was angry under the bed, but the two people on the bed didn't pay attention to her mood. One hand was rubbing her breasts, and Hawthorne couldn't help but move his other big hand down to rub her buttocks and put his fingers between her legs...

"No..." An Nuo hummed, reluctantly whispering, "We agreed this afternoon that today will be the last time, we can't..."

Under the bed, Cuibisi frowned.

This woman is too presumptuous. She actually dares to refuse the request made by her master?

Then, she heard Hawthorne's voice again: "But I really want to, dear, and, didn't we agree to do it today..."

"Every time today will be considered the last time. Tomorrow, it will be absolutely impossible..."

Then, it was Annuo's voice again: "Ah? Is this what you understand?"

"Yes, I promise, by tomorrow, I will definitely not want it anymore."

"Well... well, today, I'll make an exception and celebrate for you..."

"Well, dear..."

"Um……"

Realizing what the two were about to do, Cuibisi began to panic again and kept cursing: No, stop, you two, stop!

An Nuo, you are a woman without principles. How could you believe such a poor explanation?

She cried out in her heart, but unfortunately, no one would pay attention to her.

The two people on the bed stopped talking, but the bed began to shake noticeably. The sound of kissing and sucking began to be heard. Needless to say, the two people must be trying their best to be intimate with each other.

Cuibis felt her heart trembling. She desperately wanted to do something to change everything. However, in the end, she just sadly found that she seemed to be unable to do anything...

Suddenly, she heard a series of crackling sounds. She turned her head sharply and saw that the curtains that Hawthorne had originally drawn had been opened a crack.

The two people who were making out on the bed didn't notice the noise, but Cuibis did. Not only that, she also saw three faces quietly emerging from behind the drawn curtains, peeking inside.

It was Heidi, Jutta and Andre.

These three guys actually came to watch the show!

Cuibisi thought so in her heart, staring at the faces of the three people, as if she wanted to see something clearly from their expressions.

But then, those three pairs of eyes all turned downward and looked at her.

Then, the corners of their mouths turned upwards, revealing an expression of gloating.

These three guys were actually laughing at me!

Damn, bastards, these three bastards!!!

Cuibis's heart was filled with rage, but still, in this complicated situation, she could not do anything to change the dilemma.

"Oh--"

"what……"

Suddenly, there was a pleasant moan from Annuo on the bed, and a satisfied sigh from Hawthorne. How could the experienced Cuibis not know under what circumstances her

Only the master would make such a sound!

He's in!

In an instant, Cuibisi felt as if her heart was broken. That was the pleasure she had planned with so much difficulty. Even just now, she was biting him with great anticipation, not hesitating to use deep throat to arouse Hawthorne's desire!

But now, Annuo enjoyed all of this!

The intense pain made Cuibisi lower her head, her beautiful pink hair falling to the ground. She couldn't help but smash the ground with her fists, helpless and furious!

An Nuo, just wait for me!

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Chapter 408: Cheerful Voices

"Hawthorne..."

An Nuo gently called out his lover's name, enjoying the boundless pleasure brought by the fusion of body and soul. As Hawthorne's waist moved, the bed began to shake slightly, and the bed legs began to creak.

Cuibisi, who was hiding under the bed, heard these sounds most clearly. She covered her ears and forced herself not to think about the obscene scene on the bed.

However, the more she covered her ears, for some reason, the clearer she could hear: after all, she was a witch, and her hearing was simulated; she did not really have ears, or structures such as eardrums and eardrums.

The sounds on the bed came into her mind uncontrollably, becoming clearer and clearer. Not only the moans of the two, but also the sound of the collision of flesh, the splashing of water, the heavy breathing, everything seemed to be announcing how intense the entanglement on the bed was at the moment, and how obscene the things that were happening were!

The three witches outside the window watched with great interest, and occasionally cast mocking glances at her. Cuibisi was very angry, but she could only endure it, feeling wronged, and finally cried silently.

Damn it, everyone is bullying me, the world is against me!

The smug look on her face from having successfully fooled Jutta and Andrei had long since disappeared without a trace.

……

After another good and satisfying round, Hawthorne fell asleep in Anno's arms. When they both fell asleep, Cuibisi carefully crawled out from under the bed, glared at the two people sleeping on the bed with resentment, but did not disturb them to rest, turned around, and carefully left the room.

At the door, Heidi and the other three were already waiting. When they saw her finally come out, the Deep Sea Witch immediately teased with gloating, "How is it, being aroused to the point of burning desire but not being able to eat it, Cuibisi?"

Cuibisi gnashed her teeth, hating the two guys to death. Finally, she snorted and said, "You guys who don't keep your word. We clearly agreed that you would hold An Nuo back, so why did you let her come in the end?"

Heidi's smile faded, and a heavy heart surged into her heart. She sighed, "You clearly saw it when she was taking a bath. She and her master are in love now, aren't they?"

"Anyway, if this is what the master wants, we shouldn't selfishly obstruct it, right?"

Cuibisi lowered her head, her face full of resentment. She could understand, but she was still a little indignant. After all, no one would feel good when their lovemaking was interrupted by another woman.

"I don't care. This is your responsibility anyway, Heidi." She continued, "You failed to do your duty, so next time, you have to give me your chance!"

Heidi seemed to be thinking about something. "That's fine, but do you need me to tell the other witches about what happened tonight, when you deceived the other sisters and tried to have sex with them, but ended up hiding under the bed and eavesdropping on them?"

Cuibisi's eyebrows immediately raised: "Heidi, you——!"

……

No matter what the witches discussed, Hawthorne, holding An Nuo, slept very soundly tonight.

The next morning, after breakfast, An Nuo left the monastery quickly with the information Hawthorne had given her. She had to quickly organize a team to investigate the hidden evil forces.

After she left, Hawthorne quietly went to Cuibis's room, comforted and compensated her, and finally made the witch calm down and no longer feel aggrieved.

After that, he was not in a hurry and waited patiently for Annuo's reply.

From a gamer's perspective, the slums in Nangang District were his back garden in the early and middle stages and the foundation for the development of his monastery. He must not allow other forces to wreak havoc.

In order to achieve this goal, he needs to use thunder-like means to clear out some evil forces and crack down on all kinds of scoundrels who are hoping for luck, so as to ensure his supreme position here.

Especially judging from the case of the Illusionist's Armguard, Regolas and the Eye Demon Shannasa were actually colluding. Therefore, the forces of these two parties must be completely eliminated!

But before that, he must first get an official name, a righteous name, and a scapegoat.

In this way, his actions could be as ruthless as possible.

He was not worried about the lack of response from his superiors. Based on Hawthorne's understanding of the current Lady of the Black Staff, she would immediately deploy a large number of personnel to conduct a city-wide investigation after receiving the news from Anno.

After all, she herself was a tiefling, and had been suspected, looked down upon, and rejected by others since she was a child, for fear that she had something to do with the devil.

Therefore, now that she has encountered such a thing, she will naturally do her best to get to the bottom of it.

Since it is not expected to take too long, Hawthorne temporarily

He did not rush back to the monastery branch in the mountains, but stayed at the headquarters in Nangang District, looking for information for training and preparing for the next step of strength improvement, while waiting for news from Annuo.

Undercurrents surged in Libel Harbor. The newspapers bought by the blue dragons began to publicize Hawthorne's bravery everywhere. Under the horrific information bombardment, the residents quickly remembered the name of this Sein man from the South Harbor District.

But soon, the gossip that had been secretly planned began to spread. Some even said that this was a powerful nobleman who was building up momentum for his future son-in-law, but some people said that he was really capable and that was why he became the son-in-law of that powerful nobleman - but as to who that "powerful nobleman" was, few people could tell.

True and false inside stories and truths continued to spread in the city. The whole city was undercurrent, and new situations emerged every day.

The same information naturally spread to the Nangang District, and the residents were talking about it. However, because of Hawthorne's previous actions of rescuing people and building shelters, most people still believed in him.

However, as the saying goes, "three people make a tiger", it is difficult for these people to maintain their original stance for long under the constant bombardment of rumors.

The situation is getting worse and worse, but during this period, Hawthorne has remained indifferent and locked himself in

He was still waiting patiently, waiting for An Nuo to bring news about the city-wide purge, waiting for his legal authority to kill.

In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

On this day, in the monastery, in the training ground.

"call--"

Even in the middle of winter, Hawthorne was only wearing a white short-sleeved training suit and loose training trousers. He held his newly acquired contract weapon, Monport's double-headed sword, in his hand, and kept spinning and waving it.

He was training according to the weapons manual he had just bought from the Adventurer's Guild, hoping to gain a new expertise in this way.

Double-headed swords are a special type of weapon. The damage they can cause is not actually that high, but they have a faster attack speed: in the game, this means that once per round, after you use it to launch an attack, you can use the other end of the sword to launch another attack.

Combined with Hawthorne's magic summon "Hungry Demon Blade", his attack speed can suddenly become comparable to that of high-level warriors.

But the problem of attack speed has been solved, but the problem of low damage is still there. Monbot's double-headed sword itself is of extremely high grade, and its blade is extremely sharp, cutting steel as smoothly as cutting cheese.

This alleviated the problem to a certain extent, but from the perspective of Hawthorne, a veteran player, it was far from enough!

For novice players, it’s enough for them to pass the level, but the big guys aim to kill the enemy within one round, or even pass the level without any damage!

In order to make the combat gameplay stronger, a series of specialties are needed to match it!

Power Attack, Cleave, Slasher, Improved Smash, Weapon Specialization...

Each specialization added will greatly increase the damage that melee weapons can cause. The most critical one is the first powerful attack!

This is what Hawthorne is training now!

Its effect, in the words of the game, is to trade hit rate for damage. It seems like a loss, but in fact, when players are at a higher level, their attributes, equipment, and buffs are better, their hit rate is often severely exceeded.

If you use this expertise at this time, your output can often be doubled!

Very exaggerated.

Before, Hawthorne didn't have a good weapon. The long sword constructed by the Blade Magic Contract was actually just a blank magic weapon. Apart from being able to break through the non-magical weapon resistance of special creatures, such as demon skin, it had no additional effects.

Therefore, he mainly used sword and shield for defense, and only used the sword to bully small monsters. If he encountered some powerful enemies, he would still focus on long-range output of magic burst. After they were reduced to low health, he would go up and purify them with the sword.

But now, with an artifact-level gun weapon, combined with this expertise, melee attacks will become his more powerful means of output!

Chapter 409: The Temptation of the Abyss Lord

"call……"

After completing another round of training according to the instructions in the manual, Hawthorne let out a long sigh and walked to the leather sofa at the edge of the training room. He first wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, then unscrewed his water bottle and began to drink it.

But at this moment, a sinister voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Oh, you've worked so hard, Master. Look at how sweaty you are. You don't look like a hero admired by thousands of people at all!"

It was Monport's voice.

When Hawthorne released the weapon, the soul of the Lord of the Abyss, which resided in the double-headed sword, could observe everything around him normally and actively communicate with him.

Although there are still many restrictions and he is far less free than when he is outside, there is no problem in observing him like a normal person.

"You have so many beautiful concubines, so many delicacies, so much praise and admiration... and you haven't even started to enjoy them yet, but you've locked yourself up here and trained so hard." Monport sighed, as if he felt sorry for Hawthorne. "And those wealthy businessmen and nobles in Libel Port, they don't have to do anything to enjoy those beautiful things for you, which should have been enjoyed by you..."

He meant something.

Then the voice became sad and angry: "Master, you really don't need to stay here any longer, to torture yourself in order to protect their property! You are still so young, you should enjoy life in time and enjoy everything in the world. Don't feel guilty, this is all earned by yourself..."

"What should I do if there is danger again next time?" Hawthorne smiled and suddenly spoke.

"You still have me!" Monport said, "As your most loyal servant, I will continue to provide you with strength. Oh, I also know a lot of secret knowledge that can make you stronger without you having to work so hard."

"For example, some techniques that can make you more powerful while enjoying the body of a young woman..."

He was trying to seduce Hawthorne, using what he thought was his power.

In fact, in the past, when this Lord of the Abyss was not so powerful, he had dealt with humans countless times, and had even been sealed and enslaved by some magicians.

He therefore knew very well how endless the desires of the human heart were. The rich wanted to be richer, the powerful wanted to be more powerful, and they always wanted to go further and would never be satisfied.

Therefore, he, who was still weak at that time, took advantage of this point several times to escape, turn the tables, and have the last laugh.

This was his plan, but who would have thought that after hearing this, Hawthorne almost couldn't hold back his laughter: "Just relying on you, you make me stronger?"

Monport put on a proud tone: "Yes, I do know many, many shortcuts to becoming stronger. Although many of them I cannot use myself, there is absolutely no way for me to let you use them and help you become the strongest person in this material world..."

"Monpot." Hawthorne suddenly interrupted, "Do you know how many levels of adventure groups can kill you in one round?"

Monport was a little confused for a moment: "What?"

"The answer is level 10, a team of four." Ignoring his confusion, Hawthorne said to himself, "Because a level 10 bard can learn the spell 'Quick Quiver' for free, which is normally only available to a level 17 ranger. It can increase attack speed."