Witch Monastery

This shows that her perception ability has deteriorated very seriously, perhaps even worse than she originally expected.

But she remained calm, her face serious, and nodded slightly: "Indeed, now think about it, starting from the case of City Lord Davis, many of the involved details were not explained very clearly and could not stand up to scrutiny. The subsequent case of the Sulfaro family was even more of a mess."

As she spoke, her eyes fell on the sarcophagus: "This is my fault. From this point of view, they may have been wrongly accused of many crimes back then."

Vajra shook her head. "It's not your fault, Lord Mayor. You had just arrived at Libel Harbor not long ago and you were not familiar with many of the tasks. It was normal for you to be deceived."

"It is not too late for us to start working hard now to redress the wronged, put the false accusers behind bars, and restore justice."

After saying this, she let out a long sigh, and the heart that had been hanging in the air since she met Leila Silverhand fell back into her stomach. She felt that her relationship with this public city lord had taken a step forward.

However, what she didn't expect was that Leila Silverhand's face darkened. Instead of giving her a clear answer, she gave an ambiguous answer: "Let's talk about this later."

As she spoke, she stepped forward, silently chanted a spell, created a demiplane on the spot, and then collected these precious works of art into it one by one.

Looking at her obviously unhappy back, Vajra couldn't help but feel suspicious.

What's going on? Did I just say something wrong?

Why did Leila become unhappy after I said this?

She didn't understand that most of the accusations against the Sulfaro family came from other noble families. If she wanted to vindicate the Sulfaro family, would it mean that she had to settle accounts with these families, these people of God?

This was also something that Leila Silverhand did not want to see, but if this was true, she had no choice but to settle accounts: after all, so many

The family has already fallen, and allowing them to do whatever they want will only bring more tragic disasters to the innocent people in the material world!

The two walked forward slowly, and the air was silent for a while. As if feeling that it was not a big deal to continue like this, Leila suddenly took the initiative to speak: "You said that the key to this treasure house was also found by the Life Goddess believer named Nigel Hawthorne?"

Chapter 471 Transfer of Power

Vajra came back to her senses and nodded quickly. "Yes, according to my subordinates, he led a special force to raid and eliminate the criminal organization entrenched in the sewers by the Eye Demon Shannasa, and then found this secret key in its treasure house."

"Afterwards, considering that it is essentially the public property of the city, he entrusted another of my subordinates to hand over the key to me."

Leila smiled softly: "That's very selfless. What does he want?"

Vajera thought of Annuo's face that was filled with shyness and happiness, but then she thought of Leila's suddenly gloomy expression, and she began to hesitate.

She began to become cautious, and then said after careful consideration: "He himself has no other request. He believes that fighting evil and recovering stolen money is the duty of an extraordinary professional like him."

Leila frowned slightly: "No, even if he doesn't want it, we have to give him something. Otherwise, no one will be willing to selflessly hand over the recovered stolen money in the future."

Vajera nodded slightly: "I thought so too, but with my authority, I'm afraid I can't solve his urgent problem."

Leila raised her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"He has a lover, the daughter of the Amkasla family." Vajra continued, "but he himself is only a first-class commoner, which makes their relationship very difficult."

This was a lie, or it was just her speculation. When she was just a commoner, she was looked down upon, so she judged others by her own experience and came up with this dilemma.

Leila showed a look of understanding: "It's just a title. He was originally on the list of honors at the end of the year, and I have already made him an earl. This is not a problem."

"Is there anything else he needs?"

Vajra was shocked. She didn't expect that Leila would give him such a high title right from the start. It seemed unrealistic to ask for a higher rank of marquis. She shook her head and said, "I don't know. I haven't communicated with him directly. But for someone like him, even if he has any requests, they should be related to magic."

Leila nodded: "Then remember it first, and when he encounters difficulties in the future, I will reward him with something else."

Vajera nodded in agreement, feeling the atmosphere between the two of them become pleasant and relaxed. She breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a little sad.

She had always used her absolute strength to crush others to get what she wanted. She had never thought that one day, she would have to use the rhetoric of the greasy bureaucrats, whom she despised the most, to ask for favors from higher-ups.

Maybe this is fate, everyone will eventually become what they hate.

As she was thinking this, Leila Silverhand suddenly said in front of her: "Vajra, since you hold the artifact 'Black Staff', how about you confer honors on the new nobles in this year's knighthood ceremony?"

Vajera's beautiful eyes suddenly widened. She couldn't believe what she heard: "Ah?"

In response, Leila just smiled and said, "Don't be so shy. The staff used by my mother recognizes you. You are one of the people I trust the most."

Vajera's lips moved, and she suddenly felt that she had a huge responsibility.

In fact, the ceremony of conferring titles and honors on the new nobles should not have been so hasty.

Originally, this kind of awarding ceremony should be started by the public mayor of Port Liber, who should draw up a list and submit it to the Emperor of the Sein Empire. After the Emperor has reviewed and approved it, all those who are to be awarded the title should arrive in the imperial capital before the awarding day, and the Emperor himself should preside over the awarding ceremony.

But as the saying goes, the emperor is far away, the capital of the Sein Empire and the Port of Liber are more than 5,000 miles apart in a straight line. It is really not convenient to cross such a long distance just for a conferring ceremony.

In the heyday of the Sein Empire, in order to maintain the sanctity and solemnity of the title of nobility, they would spare no expense to build giant portals in major cities so that those who needed to be knighted could be teleported directly to the imperial capital.

But now that the empire is in decline, there is really no money to waste, so these powers have naturally been decentralized and held by the decision-makers in major cities.

In Libel Harbor, it was naturally Leila Silverhand who replaced the Emperor of the Sein Empire to confer titles and honors on these newly promoted nobles. His Majesty the Emperor only needed to get the list and then stamp it to confirm the legality of the process.

In this age when the emperor of the Sein Empire has completely become a rubber stamp, who to enfeoff, how much to confer, how to confer titles, etc., are naturally entirely decided by the mayors of major cities.

In order to attract local talents, the annual honors lists of major cities are constantly lengthening. The title of nobility is becoming a bargaining chip for the powerful, but the civilian heroes who are unaware of the truth are still fascinated by it and regard it as the highest honor.

Although Leila Silverhand was a relatively traditional and conservative person, she could not resist the general trend. She believed in the wisdom of her subordinates, so she delegated power as much as possible.

The superior would personally come forward to confer titles and honors on the new nobles.

There is no way, other things can be shirked, but this one is really irreversible. The sanctity and dignity of the noble title comes from the recognition of more sacred and noble people. Now that the Sayin royal family is gradually declining, only Leila Silverhand, who has the blood of the magic goddess, was once crowned the queen of the Northland Witch Kingdom of Sayin, and even the royal family members have to respect her three times, can personally award the title to ensure the sanctity and dignity of this title.

And now, she was actually going to give this qualification to Vajra. How could this not shock the latter?

"I..." Vajra's lips moved, she was so nervous that she was almost incoherent, "I'm afraid I can't take on this responsibility..."

Leila just smiled, stared at the child who was two digits younger than her, and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, it's not a big deal. You have the artifact, and when the time comes, you just need to use the black staff to tap their shoulders."

"Being able to touch the artifact, the recipient will regard it as an honor."

Looking at the gentle smile on her beautiful face, Vajera's heart gradually fell back into her stomach. She felt clear and peaceful, without any fear anymore.

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Nangang District, in the monastery.

Standing at the door of the training room where the nuns were training, Hawthorne put his hand on the door handle, then turned his head and said to the moon elf girl behind him: "You are about to meet my battle nuns, who are your students. Are you nervous?"

Behind him, Kassa's eyes sparkled, her two pointed elf ears trembled up and down, and then she raised her fist: "Don't be nervous, watch me train them all into experienced warriors!"

Seeing her eager expression, Hawthorne couldn't help but worry: "You know how to be an instructor, right?"

Kai'Sa punched forward with her pink little fist: "Of course I know! I just demonstrated the moves first, then ate snacks and drank drinks while watching them practice. If there were any problems, I would laugh at them and then help them correct them!"

She was so excited that Hawthorne's blood pressure suddenly rose to the maximum: "Be serious!"

Kasha's expression suddenly froze: "Ah? Why?"

Hawthorne took a deep breath, silently reminding himself not to get angry, and then earnestly warned: "Because you are a newcomer after all, and you don't have any prestige. The nuns don't know you, and don't know your strength and character, and whether you are reliable enough."

"But you have to teach them, and sometimes punish lazy girls. So if you don't act dignified and reliable, the girls will easily become dissatisfied, challenge your authority, and go against you."

"To prevent trouble before it happens and to reduce internal friction, you'd better be more serious in front of the nuns. This will help your teaching."

Kaisa nodded as if she understood: "Oh, okay, I get it. Uh, I'll try to put on a dignified expression."

As she said this, she put her hands behind her back, puffed out her plump chest, and frowned, trying to make a stern and serious expression.

Hawthorne was still worried, because her expression was so strange. But at this moment, he had no choice but to trust her, so he sighed and said, "Okay, let's go in."

Chapter 472: Kasa's Age Guess

After saying that, Hawthorne took the lead, followed by Kasa, and the two walked into the training room together. Here, there were currently 42 combat nuns, regardless of their specific areas, standing in two groups according to their height, waiting for the two of them to come over.

They were as serious and quiet as possible, but when they saw Kassadin's elf ears, the girls who had never seen an elf couldn't help but open their eyes wide and look at the girl with curiosity and interest.

Kassa tried to lift her chest higher to make herself look more majestic.

Hawthorne coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and went straight to the point: "I believe you all already know that our previous fighting style was too rough and unrestrained. After Father Koval inspected it, he said that it must be rectified. Exchanging injuries for injuries and lives for lives is not the fighting style of the priests of the Goddess of Life!"

This was the truth in his heart. After all, every priest who could cast spells was an elite talent picked from a hundred. Fighting so roughly and wildly on the battlefield could easily lead to a sneak attack by a soldier and a loss of life.

This is a fighting style that cannon fodders would use, not a fighting style that elites should choose. Therefore, Hawthorne also made an agreement with Kasa that she would practice with the nuns from now on, looking for their weaknesses and forcing them to learn how to defend themselves!

"For this reason, after discussion, the headquarters has sent us an elf instructor with excellent combat experience, this is Miss Kasha Galannod." Hawthorne continued, "Everyone applaud and welcome her!"

Thunderous applause broke out in the training room, but the girls' curious looks continued. Hawthorne then stepped back and highlighted Kasha: "Now, it's Kasha's turn to speak."

The nuns looked over, and Kasa deliberately said in a hoarse voice: "Very good! Now start introducing yourself!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and pointed to a nun on the far left of the first row: "Start from you!"

The nun was stunned by Kasa's gesture and immediately shouted back: "Winnie Carter, 19 years old, priest of the Storm Realm!"

Kasha's eyes suddenly widened, as if she was very shocked. But the girls did not stop, and the next girl followed suit.

Report your name, age, occupation and other information, and then the next one...

Hearing their ages of eighteen or nineteen, the elf finally couldn't help it. She turned her head and whispered to Hawthorne carefully, "Why are all the nuns in your monastery so old?"

Hawthorne looked at her in horror: "Big? No... they must be much smaller than you, right? Wait..."

His expression looked even more horrified as he looked up and down at Kasa's tall stature and mature body: "Excuse me, how old are you?"

Kasha's expression suddenly became very unnatural: "I... I must be much older than them all!"

"I'm just saying... uh... their ages, by human standards, are quite old, right?"

Hawthorne's eyes were slightly confused, and he always felt that the elf must not be telling the truth in some aspects.

Hiss, it seems that this is not a question of adulthood.

The girl's real age...

It wouldn't be considered small among the battle sisters, right? !

When this thought came to his mind, his heart suddenly trembled.

Oh my god, such a young elf is placed in my monastery...

孽 孽!

He sighed in his heart, but did not investigate further. He had personally tested Kasa's strength, and there was absolutely no problem with her leading these nuns. Except that this girl might cause some trouble due to her ignorance, there were not many problems.

Oh, and one day her parents might come and report their monastery for exploiting child labor. But considering that the relevant laws were not mature in this era, so... it should be okay, right?

Suppressing the boiling emotions in his heart, Hawthorne tried to remain calm and quietly continued to observe Kassadin's training plan.

After the nuns introduced themselves, Kasa began training with them.

It's called training, but being able to do it yourself and being able to teach others are two different things. This Moon Elf didn't know much about how to train warriors, and she couldn't apply her old learning methods to the nuns - after all, she was an elf, born with magic, and many feelings couldn't be expressed in words, but she and the elders in her family could easily understand them.

Therefore, she had no choice but to choose the most simple and natural method.

That is actual combat.

Just pick up weapons and fight, find the weaknesses in real combat, and then share your own experience and strategies with the opponent, allowing them to figure it out on their own.

In this way, although we cannot say that all the nuns can be trained to be shield masters like Anno, the girls can gradually learn that when facing agile enemies like Kassadin, reckless attacks are absolutely not okay, and they must be rational and strategic.

After all, their future enemies are unlikely to all be reckless guys like demons. There will be many enemies like thieves, goblins, and kobolds who are known for their agility.

Learning to attack in a more organized and methodical manner, protecting yourself during the attack, can also prevent the nuns from falling into the gutter and becoming prisoners of these weak creatures.

Well, it should.

After witnessing Kassa's actual combat training for a while and confirming that this girl could easily defeat these combat nuns with her agility and superb skills even if she fought one against three, he left here with peace of mind, turned around and walked out of the monastery directly.

Today, he has another very important thing to do.

This year's honors list has been released. The Nangang District Government Office informed him a few days ago that he will soon be awarded the title of nobility, and the formal ceremony will be held tomorrow morning.

He needed to take a carriage to the Mithril District, stay in a place arranged by the City Hall, and then go directly to attend the ceremony early tomorrow morning.

Although he has lived in this city for more than half a year, Libel Port is so vast that Hawthorne has never been to the Mithril District unless there is something necessary to do.

This was his first time here, and as soon as he got off the carriage, he saw a completely different scene.

Different from the poverty of the South Port District, the oldness of the Black Rod District and the extreme prosperity of the Central District, although the Mithril District also has many new high-rise buildings, villas and castles, it seems much more spacious and relaxed than the slightly crowded and cramped Central District.

The most obvious thing is the lawns and open spaces that can be seen everywhere. The dense greenery makes the air here seem even fresher. Although this is the center of the city where every inch of land is valuable and a house can be sold at a sky-high price of 200,000 gold coins, the high-ranking officials and dignitaries in the Mithril District still built a large amount of green space here to ensure that the area where they live has beautiful scenery and a pleasant environment.

Including the place where he was staying this time. After he found the staff at the headquarters of the City Hall and reported his identity, they took Hawthorne to a castle in the castle area that had been converted into a hotel and arranged one of the rooms for him.

Looking out from here, you can overlook the bustling scenery of half of the city, which is wonderful. The tall buildings and moored giant ships are in full view, but you won’t be disturbed by the noise, which is wonderful.

Chapter 473 The Eve of the Title

After settling down here, Hawthorne did not become too withdrawn. He walked out of his room and came to the magnificent hall on the first floor of the castle. While looking for a place to dine, he also wanted to take the initiative to make friends with other people here.

After all, although noble titles are now commonly used by people in the city hall

However, those who can offer enough chips in exchange for this resource generally have a lot of resources at their disposal.

Hawthorne was also looking forward to what kind of people he would meet here.