Witch Monastery

She had wanted to prove the irreplaceability of her abilities by exiling the Great Old One Shude Meier, but in the end, it was the current city lord, Leila Silverhand, who helped her to succeed in the battle.

Although outsiders didn't know the inside story, she felt very awkward and insecure. She wanted to talk to Leila about many things and confirm certain things to make herself feel at ease, but she couldn't find a suitable reason.

Now, this key has been sent up, which can not only ease the financial pressure of Libel Port, but also ease the many pressures that Vajra herself is facing. It can be said that it helps her solve her urgent problems.

She couldn't help but be excited, and she developed a subtle liking for Father Hawthorne, whom she had never met before.

"Where is the key now?" She was always calm and composed.

's voice now inevitably carries some expectations.

"Here." Annuo said, walking towards her and handing the dimensional bag to Vajra. "Please be careful, the essence of this key is a petrified and shrunk bottom demon fish. It has the ability to establish a mental connection with people and forcibly read other people's memories. If you are not careful, you may fall into madness."

She kindly reminded, or rather repeated, the words that Hawthorne had taught her. But unfortunately, Vajra seemed not to have heard it, and directly reached into the dimensional bag and took out a rough, gray, four-sided pyramid-shaped stone.

Her spiritual world was so strong and solid, after all, she had already reached the legendary realm. The mental shock caused by the bottom-dwelling demon fish was no problem at all for a strong person of her level.

Seeing that Vajera was not affected at all, Annuo shut his mouth and said no more.

Feeling the weight of the Stone of Gral in her hand, Vajra slightly frowned, then closed her eyes and completely immersed her mental power into it, taking the initiative to read the memories held by this benthic demon fish.

Anno was standing nearby, bored, so he began to observe the pair of beautiful horns above Vajera's forehead, which were surrounded by pale white hair and had a beeswax color.

After all, Lady Blackstaff was a tiefling with devil blood, and many details of her body were different from those of humans like her. Anno was actually a little curious, how would a normal Vajera maintain her horns and tail?

But this question was a bit rude after all, so she had to suppress her curiosity. After a moment, she turned her gaze back to Vajra, but for some reason, she suddenly felt that the originally dark face of the Black Staff Lady was now slightly red.

I don’t know if it was because forcibly reading the magic fish’s memory brought her a lot of mental pressure, or if she saw some embarrassing memories.

Wait, that’s not right. It seems that I have never heard that Ms. Vajera has any lover or spouse?

She wouldn't have been single until now, right?

An Nuo was thinking wildly in his mind, and at this moment, Lady Black Staff opened her eyes again. However, at this moment, the majesty in her amber eyes and flushed face seemed to be forced. "Father Hawthorne is right. This does record the treasure of the previous city lord."

"He has done a great deed. This is a lucky thing for the entire city. I need to meet Lady Leila Silverhand immediately and return the key to her."

After a pause, she continued, "You have also made a significant contribution in this matter. Tell me, what do you want?"

An Nuo's face lit up with joy, and then he said bluntly: "Well, Master Vajera, I have a request."

"The end-of-year honors ceremony is about to begin, but as far as I know, the specific list has not yet been announced, so there is still room for modification."

"I heard that because of Father Hawthorne's achievement in destroying the Abyss Lord, the Lord of the Public City decided to grant him a noble title, but it is not clear yet what level he will be awarded."

"But now, because he has destroyed Shannasa and found the lost treasure, so..."

At this point, An Nuo was a little embarrassed to speak, after all, the awarding of honors was such a serious matter. Especially as a noble, she had been taught since childhood that awarding honors was a very important event and could not be held lightly.

But for the sake of her lover, she was willing to risk it all: "Could you please say a few good words for Father Hawthorne in front of the city lord so that he can get a higher title right from the start?"

She sincerely pleaded with Vajra, causing Lady Blackstaff to look at her again: "It was the same last time, and it is the same this time. Why are you so eager to seek merit for that man instead of thinking more about yourself?"

An Nuo blushed slightly, but then she took a deep breath, stood up straight, held her head high, and forced herself to act cool and frank and said, "Because I love him."

She regretted it as soon as she said this. Her face turned red as if blood was about to drip out, and she wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

An Nuo, An Nuo, what are you crazy about? Can you just say this in front of your boss?

You have really lost your mind!

She was secretly ashamed and annoyed, and in front of her, Vajera suddenly felt her chest tighten, as if an indescribable terrible substance blocked her trachea, making her unable to speak for a while and even a little breathless.

Damn it, I thought it was some nobler reason, but it turned out to be this...

Looking at An Nuo's tender but rosy face, although she had a shy expression, she was also very happy. Vajera suddenly felt an irrepressible jealousy surge in her heart.

Her youth was spent in discrimination and hard study, and she had never experienced the happiness that young girls should enjoy. When she suddenly saw this, she couldn't help feeling unfair for herself and jealous of An Nuo.

She then took a deep breath and exhaled it to relieve her depression. With her self-restraint, she would not get angry with a younger subordinate who was a generation younger than her, even though she forced a big mouthful of dog food on her.

After she calmed down, she said to An Nuo, "I can say a few good words for him, but whether it can be done or not still depends on the decision of the Lord of the City."

Suddenly,

An Nuo's smile was radiant: "Thank you, Ms. Black Staff!"

She then said goodbye, turned around, and left with light steps. Vajra kept watching her cheerful back, and only when the door was completely closed and she could no longer see it did she lower her eyes, feeling sad.

Unfortunately, this kind of happiness that I have never experienced will probably never be encountered again in the future.

That's it, this is fate. I have gained too much, and I have also given up too much. The lonely second half of my life is what I deserve...

Chapter 467 Moon Elf, Kaisa

At the same time, in Nangang District, Hawthorne, who had returned to the monastery, also met the rectification instructor assigned to him by the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Life.

However, the situation was obviously somewhat different from what he had imagined.

He originally thought that a person with this status should be a meticulous old man with a gray beard, but...

Looking at the young and beautiful moon elf girl with white hair and blue eyes who was eating and drinking heartily and marveling at the delicious food in the monastery's restaurant, Hawthorne really wanted to ask her a question.

Are you an adult?

The physical development rate of elves is almost the same as that of humans, and they are fully developed at around eighteen years old.

However, according to the customs of the elves, they must also complete various trials and tests, accumulate powerful spellcasting abilities and rich experience in dealing with things, so generally they can only be officially declared adults after they are one hundred years old.

Therefore, the actual age of an elf, whether she is an adult, etc. cannot be judged by her appearance or body shape, but can only be accurately determined by her conversation and behavior.

But this girl in front of me...

Seeing Hawthorne come in, the moon elf girl at the table also looked up at him. She was just going to take a look, say hello and continue eating, but the moment she saw his face, her eyes widened.

"Wow!" She opened her mouth and exclaimed. Hawthorne could even see the food in her mouth that she hadn't swallowed yet. "You are Father Hawthorne, right?"

"That old stubborn Koval didn't tell me that you are actually so handsome--!"

She stared at Hawthorne with her eyes fixed, then swallowed, not sure if it was saliva or something else, but this action made her look extremely hungry.

Hawthorne's face was slightly embarrassed, and then he coughed lightly: "Yes, I am Nigel Hawthorne, currently in charge of all matters of this monastery."

"Uh, what is the name of this elf lady?"

Hearing this, the elf lady stood up, put her right hand on her chest, frowned, and tried to put on a serious expression: "I am Kasha Galanold, from Silvermoon City, you can just call me Kasha."

However, this serious expression lasted less than three seconds, and the elf immediately broke it, stared straight at Hawthorne, and then smiled foolishly: "Hey, Father Hawthorne, you are so handsome."

While she was looking at Hawthorne, Hawthorne was also looking at her. Kassadin looked very mature. She was over 1.7 meters tall, which was considered very rare among the elves, who were generally short, often only 1.5 meters tall, and 1.6 meters tall was considered tall.

Even in the monastery, she was considered the tallest one, almost the same as Celine.

Looking down from above, her long white hair was tied into a long ponytail behind her head, completely exposing her beautiful oval face with soft lines to Hawthorne's sight. Her big eyes were covered with long and slender eyelashes, and her turquoise pupils were like two precious gems, sparkling.

Her thin but bright red lips were brighter than lipstick, hiding two rows of white and neat teeth, like a shell carefully carved by an artist.

Looking down, the green leather armor on her chest bulged high, showing the maturity of her body. Although not as magnificent as Celine, Heidi, Malena or Willow, it was still quite impressive from a human perspective.

Not to mention that among the generally slim and flat elves, this figure is already considered the "exaggerated big breasts" type.

Further down, two straight long legs are tightly stretched, and even through the leather trousers, the muscular curves on the calves still show an explosive sense of power.

No matter how you look at it, this should be a smart and capable female elf. She doesn't need any extra actions. She just needs to stand there without making any expression, and she will exude a mature and powerful temperament.

However, she was now standing beside the table, looking at Hawthorne's face with shining eyes, marveling at it, and her mouth was full of grease from eating, which made Hawthorne doubt her age.

Sister, you are not actually a minor, are you?

As these thoughts emerged in his mind, Kasha seemed to realize her current inelegance. She took out a handkerchief from her pocket, wiped her mouth, and finally remembered the main business of this trip: "This time, Father Koval asked me to come here, firstly to give you this thing, and secondly, he said that there was a problem with your way of educating and training the nuns in combat skills, so he asked me to come here to give you some guidance."

As she said this, she scratched her hair in embarrassment. "But, actually, I don't know much about this either. If you ask me to teach you how to fight with giant weapons, I can give you some guidance, but I heard that you guys mainly fight with shields..."

Hawthorne's eyes lit up: "Giant

Weapon combat?"

Kasha was stunned for a moment: "Uh, yes, what's wrong?"

Hawthorne immediately came over enthusiastically, asked her to sit down first, and then sat next to her: "I really didn't expect that, I thought all the moon elves were elegant and agile warriors, but I didn't expect there would be someone like you who is good at using giant weapons!"

This was the truth from his heart. Since the collapse of the ancient elven empire, the elves have been divided into four major forces:

The gold elves - although they called themselves high elves - went to the new continent across the ocean and established a new empire with the gold dragons;

The dark elves lurked underground, never seeing the light of day, following the instructions of the Spider Queen and indulging themselves in depravity, occasionally coming to the surface to plot and plunder;

The wood elves hide in forests all over the world, following the teachings of the more ancient Oak Father to maintain the balance of nature.

Only the Moon Elves still hold on to their former homeland, a small island close to the North Pole with warm winters and cool summers. They follow the teachings of the Moon Goddess and the Queen, seclude themselves from the outside world, and devote themselves to cleaning up the pollution in their own country, hardly interacting with the outside world.

But the last part of the background setting is just for show. In fact, every now and then, a powerful moon elf girl will appear in the goblin nest in the rubble area, but because of her carelessness, she fell into the trap and was captured by the goblins...

cough!

In short, according to the background setting, the moon elves should be mainly priests and mages. At the same time, because beastmen - such as the bearmen in the "Stoneskin" tribe who can turn into giant bears - will lose control on the night of the full moon, they are also responsible for finding, teaching, helping, punishing and even destroying beastmen.

Although mature tribes like the Stoneskins generally have methods to combat madness—such as through group carnivals—most people infected with lycanthropy do not understand this technology.

Therefore, in order to fulfill this duty and search for the mad beastmen in the wilderness, the moon elves also organized a powerful ranger force, called the "Silver Moon Hunters". They carried longbows and scimitars, and moved like the wind in the wilderness, tracking and hunting those mad beastmen...

Then he plunged into the goblin's trap. Before he fainted, he had to cast a permanent protective spell on his clothes, which would only become ineffective when the player's character arrived, making it convenient for the player to choose whether to stand by and watch, or to step forward, or even step in...

cough!

Chapter 468: Heroic Spirit Blade

In short, because elves are generally slender and light, and moon elves are even more so, they should mainly use light weapons, and it is rare to see them using heavy weapons.

But considering that the elves have a long history, and each of them has a long lifespan and rich experience, maybe this girl named Kasa has mastered many unique expertise that is not easy to learn...

Thinking of this, Hawthorne's expression became even more enthusiastic: "Wow, I am so lucky to meet you, Miss Kasa. I have also been studying how to use a double-headed sword in combat recently. I hope you can give me some advice later!"

Kasa laughed, and her heart sank back into her stomach: "Double-headed sword, I know a little bit about it. That's good, hehe, I will stay here from now on. Oh, yes, do you eat this every day?"

She pointed at the food on the table, her eyes full of anticipation. Hawthorne understood and thought to himself that he didn't expect this girl to be a gourmet.

Well, being a gourmet is a good thing. At least this girl is very easy to satisfy and there is no need to worry about her causing any trouble.

He nodded and said, "Of course, the thing that is most abundant in the monastery is all kinds of delicious food."

Kasa jumped up immediately: "Great!"

Seeing her lively appearance, Hawthorne's doubts about whether she was an adult suddenly became stronger. After weighing the pros and cons for a moment, he finally asked, "Excuse me, are you an adult?"

Kasha was stunned, then quickly pretended to be unhappy, put her hands behind her waist, deliberately frowned, and said in a low voice: "It is very impolite to ask a woman's age. Father Hawthorne, don't you humans have such a rule?"

Hawthorne said sorry, but after this incident, he became more certain of one thing.

This elf, she is definitely not an adult!

Hiss, I hope I won’t cause any trouble…

He was thinking this, and over there, seeing that he had fooled her, Kasa suddenly smiled happily. She looked at his face while continuing to eat the food on the table, as if his face was some kind of condiment that could whet her appetite at a glance.

Her flat belly seemed like a bottomless pit that could never be filled no matter how much food she put in. I don’t know if it was because she ate too much or she had been hungry for too long.

Looking at her wolfing down the food, Hawthorne had a feeling that the monastery would be in turmoil because of this elf...

"Ah, so satisfying..."

Half an hour later, Kasa, who had finally finished her meal, leaned back in her chair, patted her round belly, closed her eyes, and her pretty face was full of satisfaction: "It feels so good... burp——!"

She burped without any grace, then quickly covered her mouth and looked at Hawthorne a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, I ate too much and accidentally couldn't help it, hehe..."

Hawthorne smiled and said it was okay, and at the same time he became more convinced that the elf was not an adult.

It is even possible that she is still on the younger side!

Elves are not naturally elegant. Their slender bodies give them a graceful foundation, but there is no intelligent creature that is not lively and playful by nature.

Many graceful manners and habits still require training to develop. The reason why other races have a stereotype of "elegance" about elves is mainly because before that, these elves may have received more than a hundred years of etiquette training.

The elf girl in front of him probably hasn't had time to accept it yet.

With this in mind, he continued to ask, "Have the nuns helped you choose the room you will be staying in? Do you want to go and have a rest first? There is no need to rush to train the combat nuns."

Kasa took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth again, then shook her head: "No, I don't like taking naps. I prefer to do some exercise after dinner to help digest the food."

As she said this, she suddenly turned her head and looked at Hawthorne. Her blue eyes were shining with excitement. "I heard that you are the hero who destroyed the Abyss Lord Monbot? Oh, I had just arrived at Libel Port at that time, and I didn't get to destroy it in time."

"How about we give it a try?"

Hawthorne thought there was something ambiguous in your words, but seeing the elf's eager expression, he nodded slightly and did not refuse: "Okay, if you don't mind strenuous exercise immediately after dinner."

He stood up and walked out with Kasa. As the elf girl walked, her pointed ears trembled. It was unknown whether it was her nature or she was too excited.

The two of them walked all the way to Hawthorne's private training room and pushed the door open. There was no one inside. As Kassa walked in, she kept looking around, looking at the fine steel training equipment, and exclaimed: "Wow, I didn't expect that you have such a complete range of things in this field!"