Witch Monastery

To be able to carry out such a precise strike, the Black Rod Tower must have a detailed and reliable list in its hands, which allowed them to launch such a lightning-fast extermination operation with such accuracy.

But, who is it?

Who provided this list to the Black Rod Tower? !

He couldn't figure it out, because all the informants were in one-way communication with him and the informants were unaware of each other's existence.

Even Regolas himself had not prepared a list containing detailed information about all of them, and he had never put it down in writing.

He just used

His memory was so good that he remembered all of this in his mind. Even his superiors had never reported it in such detail!

So who on earth could have such ability?

Who has the ability to target me?

Regolas couldn't think of anything, and for a moment he had a terrible headache and was in great pain. But even though he was so distressed, troubles continued to come to him one after another.

Suddenly, a burst of magical light lit up on his communication stone. The demon's face changed, and he calmed down and injected magic power into the communication stone.

After listening to the information inside, his eyes flickered. Finally, he gritted his teeth and cast a spell. His body turned into a stream of light, and in the blink of an eye he appeared in another dark secret room.

Here, Shapiro, tall and burly, wearing tight black leather armor and carrying his huge sickle, was waiting. When he saw Regolas appear, he immediately gave the demon a cold look.

"Regolas." He called out in a very impolite tone, "Do you have any news about my sister and niece?"

Regolas was furious because he was forced to breach the contract again. "Don't worry, my dear Shapiro. You should have heard that the guys in the Black Rod Tower got carried away and launched a special campaign to combat the cultists."

"The situation has been very tense these days. I can hardly take care of myself, and of course I can't mobilize my people to look for your relatives."

"After all, you don't want to see your relatives being mistaken for cultists by the lunatics in the Black Rod Tower and then shot to death on the spot when they are found by my people, right?"

He spoke half-truthfully. Even though he had lost the ability to help Shapiro find people throughout the city because his intelligence network had been destroyed, he still spoke stubbornly and looked confident, and was absolutely unwilling to let the sorcerer see any clues.

Fortunately, thanks to the tense atmosphere in the city, Shapiro stared at him coldly for a while, and finally gave up the idea of ​​pursuing the matter now: "You'd better hurry up, my time is precious, and I don't have that much time to wait for you slowly!"

After saying this, he snorted coldly and then turned to walk out the door. Regolas smiled as he watched him leave. When his figure completely disappeared, he suddenly turned gloomy.

In Port Libel, his operation had been completely declared a failure. Having lost the intelligence network that he had worked so hard to build over the years, there was no point in him staying here for the time being.

In that case, why not just make one last fortune, then leave and make a comeback somewhere else.

The increasingly chaotic Sein Empire might be a good choice...

As he thought about this, he had a new plan in mind. While the old storm had not yet subsided, a new round of undercurrents was brewing.

At this moment, outside, Shapiro took a few steps and suddenly stopped. He pondered for a long time, then suddenly reached out and slapped himself hard.

Idiot, even now, you still have illusions about this guy Regolas!

You must have your own intelligence network!

After cursing himself in his heart, he took a deep breath, looked up, turned around, and ran in another direction.

A few days ago, a guy who called himself "Zentalin Society" secretly contacted him...

……

The next day, in the morning, in the monastery, in the infirmary.

Looking at the unconscious Adele, Willow, who was sitting next to the bed, looked haggard.

Suddenly, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Hawthorne, wearing a priest's uniform, walked in. Looking at Willow's current appearance, he couldn't help but sighed: "Take a rest, Madam Willow."

"Don't worry, Adele is no longer in danger of death. She is fine now. It's just a matter of time. She will wake up in a day or two at most."

Willow forced a smile on her face: "Thank you, Father."

Hawthorne walked to her side and helped her up from the chair with a bit of force. Behind him, a nun from the Life Domain walked into the ward and said softly, "Madam, you should go and rest. I will take care of Miss Adele from now on."

Hawthorne also said: "You have to take good care of yourself. When Adele wakes up and sees you looking so haggard, she will be worried."

Willow finally stopped resisting and let him support her, nodding gently: "Yeah."

So Hawthorne helped her out. Behind her, the Sister of Life looked at them with envy. Only when the two of them disappeared completely did she finally retract her gaze and sit on the chair next to Adele's bed, quietly observing her condition.

At this moment, outside the infirmary, when Willow relaxed a little, a huge amount of fatigue suddenly came over her. Her legs suddenly went weak and she could hardly stand, and her whole body almost fell into Hawthorne's arms.

She hasn't slept a wink since last night. Although her worry about her daughter supported her, her spirit had actually reached its limit long ago, and she could hardly even open her eyelids.

Hugging Willow's soft and plump body through only a thin druid robe, Hawthorne felt the fire in his body rising. He took great effort to suppress his strong desire, and then whispered: "You are tired, I will help you go back to the room to rest."

He said, holding

She went to her room.

Chapter 424 Willow's job change, full body immersion ceremony

However, what Hawthorne didn't expect was that the next moment, Willow suddenly grabbed her arm and stood still.

"Father." Her voice was unusually serious. Although her eyes were still closed, she looked as if she was half drunk. "How long will it take me to qualify as a part-time nun in the realm of life?"

Hawthorne hesitated, not sure if she had discovered anything. After weighing the pros and cons for a moment, he continued, "Actually, if we put it bluntly, uh, Madam, you were already a spellcaster before this, and mastering the power of guiding divine power must be a piece of cake."

"But the problem now is that to become a priest in the realm of life, you need to undergo a special baptism. After all, you have never been exposed to religion before and are not familiar with this aspect. I am afraid that after you hear about this process, you will resist it..."

"I won't." Willow responded firmly, "Please, Father, I want to gain that kind of power, I want to take care of my daughter myself..."

Hawthorne sighed, feeling a little distressed, and an uncontrollable desire to protect her emerged in his heart.

He said no more, "Well, you take a rest first, and when you wake up, I will..."

Willow opened her eyes with great effort, raised her head and looked at him, her voice almost pleading: "Please, Father, now, I don't want to wait any longer..."

Hawthorne's heart softened, and he sighed softly: "Okay, now and now..."

Having said this, he put his arm around her, turned around, and walked towards the small church where the Sisters of Life had transferred their duties.

At this time, the place was naturally empty. After pushing open the door, I saw that the benches on both sides of the huge chapel were empty, and only the hot spring in the center was still steaming.

Hawthorne said, "The name of this ceremony is 'Water Immersion'. As the name suggests, you need to take off all your clothes, inside and out, and then immerse your entire body in the hot spring to complete the ceremony."

Willow, who was still a little sleepy, suddenly widened her eyes and couldn't believe what she heard: "This..."

Then, her face turned red rapidly, and her tiredness was almost swept away.

Doesn't this mean that every detail of my body will be seen by this man? !

Ahhhhh!

She struggled and screamed in her heart, blushing with shame, and dared not look him in the eye. Seeing her reaction, Hawthorne sighed: "See, I said, you really can't accept this situation."

"So, should we just forget about it today? Wait for a while until you fully understand the goddess' thoughts..."

He tried to persuade her earnestly, but then Willow took a deep breath.

"No, that's all right, Father," she said. "I understand. I... I'm mentally prepared."

She has made up her mind. Even if it’s a sea of ​​fire and a mountain of swords, she will step over it!

Isn't it just taking off clothes?

Take it off!

"I understand now. This is a necessary process." She said tremblingly but firmly, "So, let's start now!"

Hawthorne looked at her with some concern, but since she insisted so much, he had no reason to object: "Okay then."

"I will start presiding over the ceremony in a moment. If you feel you cannot accept it, you can stop it at any time. I won't mind."

As he said this, he let go of the hands that were supporting Willow, and after making sure that she could stand on her own, he turned and walked towards the front of the church, to the pulpit that belonged to him.

He stood above, overlooking the hot spring pool and the nervous Willow below, with a serious expression, and said: "Believer Willow, please take off your mask, step into the hot spring in front of you with a sincere attitude, and accept the gift of the goddess!"

Willow took a deep breath, suppressed the shame in her heart, reached out, pointed her index finger at the collar of her robe in the color of withered yellow leaves, and silently chanted a spell.

As she moved, many leaf-like veins appeared on the robe. Then, the pieces of cloth on the robe actually began to slowly fall like fallen leaves, one after another, landing on the ground of the church, and in the blink of an eye, a low pile of fallen leaves formed at her feet.

At the same time, her naked and plump body was completely exposed in front of Hawthorne.

Looking at Willow's body, Hawthorne held his breath for a moment. Although he had long guessed that Willow's robe was magical, and although it always inadvertently exposed many details of her body, the key parts were always well protected, preventing him from peeking, and only today could he see the whole picture.

But he never imagined that Willow's delicate body hidden under the magic robe would be completely empty and naked!

Thinking of this, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. The huge psychological stimulation made him feel dry in the mouth for a while.

In fact, even if we put all these aside, the beauty that appeared before his eyes at this moment was enough to amaze even the experienced Hawthorne.

Willow's body is also plump, but under the balance of natural magic, even though her body is full, there is no trace of fat. Her skin is as white as cream and as soft as the bright moon, just like an ivory sculpture carefully crafted by an ancient Greek sculptor, and her whole body reveals the temperament of a work of art.

Because of the lifelong lactation characteristics of the Centaurs,

Her breasts were definitely among the largest he had ever seen on a woman, almost as big as Celine and Malena.

However, she is not as tall as the first two. She is only about 1.5 meters tall and is at the same level of height as them. The contrast gives people a different flavor.

The full breasts stood tall, and under the blessing of natural magic, they did not sag at all. Although the light pink cherries were not erect, they were still delicious and tempting, making people want to go forward, put them in their mouths, and lick and tease them with their tongues.

Looking down from her chest, the delicate little belly button in the center of her flat abdomen is very sexy, the white fluff in the triangular area is neat and cute, her smooth and white plump thighs are closed like a virgin, and her bulging calves are very soft.

Further down, there is a pair of plump and attractive little feet, with ten toes as round and shiny as pearls. Anyone who sees it will be impossible not to want to play with them, and some will even put the whole thing in their mouths and savor them carefully.

Noticing Hawthorne's suddenly intense gaze, Willow shyly wrapped her arms around her chest and squeezed her legs together to hide the secret of her body.

She was extremely shy in her heart, but she did not feel any disgust or rejection towards Hawthorne's undisguised gaze.

Having been through so many things together, she had already regarded him as one of the people she trusted the most and could rely on the most, and had already had a high level of good impression of him in her heart.

So now that he saw her naked and discovered his reaction like this, she did not feel repulsed in her heart, and even felt a little secretly happy.

She struggled to suppress her strongest desire to giggle, and hurriedly walked to the side of the hot spring. She stretched out her little foot, first tested the water temperature with her toes, and when it felt just right, she pushed her center of gravity forward and slowly put her whole leg in.

She slowly squatted down, and her thighs inevitably opened completely. When her jade feet touched the bottom of the hot spring, enough for her to stand firmly, she put the other leg in, and then slowly sank down, allowing the warm water to submerge her thighs, buttocks, small waist and breasts, leaving only her head exposed.

"Oh……"

When the hot spring submerged her whole body, her tense muscles relaxed under the warm water, and her accumulated fatigue was relieved. Willow immediately closed her eyes and couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan from her throat.

She didn't know that with her actions just now, a gap opened up between her thighs, and the pink and beautiful mysterious scene inside was seen by Hawthorne, which aroused his desire so much that he could hardly control it.

He swallowed hard, then pretended to be calm and announced: "Goddess, please give your devout believer in front of you the blessing she deserves."

Of course, these were just polite words and were completely useless. In fact, he quickly called up the system and spent ten purification points. Suddenly, a milky white light descended from the high dome of the church, filling the entire bathtub in an instant and completely enveloping Willow's delicate body.

"Um……"

The warm power permeated her body and penetrated her lungs, cleansing her mind and body. However, because she was already a druid of a high level, and she was a magical creature that originated from the Fey Wilds, in the end, these powers did not cleanse anything, and were purely a formality.

And then, it was constructed within her body so that she could master the sacred power of the Goddess of Life.

The process was also very smooth and of course very comfortable. Willow closed her eyes and felt her soul in a warm ocean, as if she was no longer the mistress who had to lead the Green Ivy Tribe alone, but had returned to her childhood, lying in her mother's warm embrace, with her mind empty, without worrying about anything or thinking about anything.

Her soul was infinitely relaxed, and soon, in this hot spring pool, Willow's breathing gradually became even and her consciousness became drowsy.

She fell asleep.

Chapter 425 The Sleeping Mistress

On the priest's pulpit, Hawthorne raised his eyebrows when he saw Willow's current state. But he didn't say much and continued to preside over the part-time ceremony quietly.

Soon, the milky white light faded, and the job transfer process was over. He walked down from the pulpit, took a towel from the bench next to him, and put it on his shoulders.

He then walked over to the side of the hot spring and reached into it, slipping his hands under Willow's arms, ready to lift her out of the water.

When he put his hands under her armpits and felt the warmth and tenderness of her skin, Hawthorne's heartbeat accelerated. Especially at this moment, looking down at those tall, plump and full breasts, which were within his reach, it kept arousing his nerves.

He was young and full of vigor, and faced with such a scene, he could hardly hold back. He used great willpower to restrain his body's instinctive desires, and did not take advantage of her danger, but exerted a little force to carry her out of the pool.

Even though she looked plump, she was not tall after all, so Willow's weight was quite light for him. When her flawless body left the pool, countless streams of water slid down her skin, bringing a visual impact and temptation that was beyond words.

After carrying her out, Hawthorne wrapped her body with the towel on his shoulders and dried her carefully.

With only a layer of pure cotton bath towel between them, Hawthorne's big hands kept wandering over her body. Staring at the naked skin so close, feeling the softness and elasticity coming from his hands, he felt an unbearable heat in his body, wishing he could kill this half-goat right now.

But he finally held back, suppressing the burning desire in his heart. He wrapped Willow's entire body with a bath towel, then carried her in a princess hug and left the chapel, heading straight for the room where she was resting.

Although the journey was not far, he still encountered many nuns passing by. When they saw him holding Willow, who was only wrapped in a bath towel, their eyes widened, and then they covered their mouths and looked at him with funny eyes, as if they had discovered some secret.

Even though Hawthorne felt embarrassed, he had no choice but to go through the journey.

Fortunately, the journey didn't take long. After opening the door, Hawthorne laid her flat on the white bed and covered her with a blanket.

Staring at Willow's peaceful face as she slept, Hawthorne couldn't take his eyes away for a long time. Everyone loves beauty, not to mention that just now, he and Willow were almost completely sincere to each other.

Although it is one-sided.

After staring like this for a long time, he finally calmed down, turned around, and left the room quietly.