Witch Monastery

Others have to persevere throughout their lives and make continuous achievements to obtain such a high title. But this guy, at such a young age, has started from such a high position?

On the side of the hall, people like Arnold Abinson, who were resting here after being conferred the title, suddenly sat up straight, and then jealousy emerged in their eyes.

On the first floor of the hall, the celebrities sitting here looked at each other, and then their eyes couldn't help but burn with enthusiasm.

If he can do it, there's no reason why we can't!

On the second floor of the hall, An Nuo's beautiful eyes widened and she covered her open mouth with her hands. Then, she grabbed her father's arm and almost jumped up with excitement: "Dad, she's an earl! She's an earl! She started out as an earl, and Lady Leila admires her very much!"

Grant frowned slightly. Although his future son-in-law sounded very admirable, would it really not cause a backlash from the aristocracy to confer an earl title so hastily?

He didn't know, so he turned his head and glanced at the faces of the nobles around him.

Full of worry.

In the waiting room, Hawthorne was also full of surprise. After hearing what Abinson said, he thought that he could only be a baron at most, but he didn't expect that he was actually an earl!

Is it because the title of the Sein Empire depreciated too quickly, or is it because the contribution I made this time is really too great?

He didn't know that such a high-level title came too easily, so he couldn't help but doubt the value of it, and whether some related promises and rights could be fulfilled.

Hiss... Then this fiefdom suddenly becomes extremely large. After all, the fiefdom of an earl is usually a small city of hundreds of square kilometers...

Wait, then can these fiefs be easily converted into the area of ​​one’s own monastery?

He was thinking all these things in his mind, then he quickly gathered his thoughts, not daring to delay, straightened his collar a little, then strode out of the waiting room with his head held high and went straight to Vajera.

This was the first time the two met in this world. When Hawthorne walked close to Vajra and saw her face, he couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

Although the skin color of this tiefling is dark, it does not feel dark or rough. Instead, it has a delicate and silky color like chocolate, which makes people even want to whet their appetite when they see it.

This is normal. When every legendary strongman enters the legendary realm, the first choice must be the legendary blessing of immortality, so that his appearance and body functions will always remain in the state of the peak moment when he was promoted to the legendary level. From then on, he can only improve and not regress.

The same is true for Vajera, with her round red pupils, delicate dark skin, three-dimensional face, and a pair of amber horns on her head. Everything about her makes her exude a strong exotic charm and catches people's attention.

While he was looking at Vajera, the latter was actually looking at him. After seeing his face clearly, even the Black Staff Lady, who had seen countless people, couldn't help but secretly marvel at him, and then she began to understand why An Nuo was so fascinated by this boy.

That’s right, if I were in his shoes decades ago, I would probably be attracted to such a good-looking young talent, right?

It’s a pity that now, my emotions have been completely sealed and there will never be any waves again.

Vajera thought so, but in fact, all these thoughts happened in a short moment. Hawthorne then bent one leg and knelt on one knee on the stone bench in front of her. The latter picked up the medal on the tray held by the waiter next to him and solemnly announced to him: ""

Then she bent forward slightly and put the medal around his neck, then stood up, picked up the black stick, and tapped his shoulder lightly.

Hawthorne couldn't help but roll his eyes and take another look at the artifact, and its powerful effects automatically emerged in his mind.

Well... in short, in addition to the functions that high-level magical weapons must have, this thing also has two main abilities.

Firstly, it records all the ten-ring spells that have appeared in past history, and the cost of casting them is borne by the Goddess of Magic - although it is not very useful now, for legendary wizards, it is still a super convenient artifact that allows them to directly cast any ten-ring spell without any learning or research, which can bring about a qualitative change in the strength of legendary spellcasters.

Even on par with demigods.

Secondly, it is actually a key that connects to a demiplane created by the goddess of magic herself, which stores eight fifty-meter-high super-giant adamantine golems.

When foreign enemies come to attack the port of Liber, these eight colossi can be deployed anywhere around the city and destroy all invading enemies with an invincible posture.

Unfortunately……

Like all steel torrents in history, it can destroy all invading enemies, but it cannot prevent internal decay and decline.

Hawthorne thought all this in his mind, but his expression remained calm. After listening to what Vajera said, he turned around and walked away under the guidance of the waiter.

The Lord Chamberlain on the podium continued to sing the name of the next recipient, while Hawthorne, led by a waiter, passed through another door and entered another small lounge.

Here, the recipients, who should have been in a good mood and chatting happily, now had complicated expressions. As soon as he came in, everyone's eyes fell on him, some were surprised, some were envious, some were jealous, and some even showed obvious anger, as if they felt that this canonization was not fair at all.

Hawthorne looked very calm. Although the title was indeed very high, he felt that he could fully bear it.

It's so funny. If you think it's unfair, why don't you kill an Abyss Lord too?

He thought so, facing all the gazes calmly. Then, the owl musician McCarthy and the female half-orc Bronze came over and congratulated him in turn. Hawthorne also politely expressed his congratulations. Then, when everyone dispersed, he couldn't help but start thinking about a question.

Now that the conferment of the title is over, is it time for me to leave?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, a familiar figure came quickly towards him from the depths of the crowd.

When he saw the shadow clearly, Hawthorne's eyes lit up: "Annuo?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl rushed to his side, her face flushed and her eyes blue.

There was excitement flashing in his dark pupils.

Huo Sang reached out and held her in his arms, his voice involuntarily becoming extremely gentle: "Why are you here? Can you come and go as you please?"

An Nuo shook his head: "No, but, hey, it's not that strict."

As she said this, she raised her little face and looked at him, her tone extremely excited: "Congratulations, dear, you have been awarded the title of Earl right from the start. How do you feel?"

Huo Sang recalled the feeling just now. He was very happy, but it didn't seem to be that exciting. He still couldn't fit in with the natives' thinking. Thinking carefully about this noble identity, it seemed that it could neither improve his strength immediately nor bring him a large amount of purification points. It just provided him with a little bit of economic and intelligence convenience, so...

But looking at An Nuo's excited face, he didn't want to be a spoilsport, so he nodded and smiled: "I'm very happy, but this is also a new beginning, allowing me to strive for a higher position."

An Nuo stared at him infatuatedly, her face gradually turning red. She then stretched out her arms, hugged his waist, put her face on his chest, and said in a soft and sticky voice: "My father and I just saw it. Your movements just now were so elegant, clearly a true noble!"

Huo Sang smiled modestly: "Really? Haha, I'm glad that my uncle didn't dislike me."

As he spoke, he carefully recalled what he had just done.

Uh, it seemed like I didn't do anything. I just kneeled on one knee on the stool in front of Vajera. All other actions were done by her?

Tsk, in An Nuo's eyes, everything I do looks good...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel anxious again: "By the way, uncle is here now?"

An Nuo nodded: "Well, do you want to go meet them now?"

Hawthorne took a deep breath, knowing that he couldn't escape this, but his face still looked a little embarrassed: "I didn't know he was coming, I didn't even prepare a gift..."

An Nuo took his hand and led him out the door: "Oh, there's no need to be so troublesome. It's the best thing that you're here!"

Hawthorne couldn't persuade her, so he had to follow her outside.

Chapter 476 The Nobles’ Backlash

On the second floor of the auditorium, Grant closed his eyes and quietly deduced everything that might happen next. The title that Hawthorne had conferred this time was too high. In his opinion, this would inevitably cause a strong backlash from the nobles in Libel Port.

And what will Leila Silverhand do then?

If you think about it carefully, although Hawthorne did make great contributions, he and Leila Silverhand did not have any close special relationship after all.

Therefore, if the nobles united to put pressure on Leila Silverhand, she would have no reason to use her own power to forcefully protect Hawthorne's interests.

However, since the knighthood ceremony has been held publicly, this title will never be taken back. So next, in order to appease the nobles, Huo Sang will probably be forced to bleed and make more contributions to the city...

After deducing the result he thought it was, Grant opened his eyes again, his eyes full of worry.

He knew very well how big the appetites of his colleagues were. It would not be easy for Hawthorne to secure the title.

At this time, an old lady in her sixties or seventies, wearing thin-framed glasses and dressed elegantly, leaned forward from the back seat and said to Grant: "Lila Silverhand has really gone too far this time. Giving such a high title to a commoner at the beginning will bring shame to the glory of the nobility and make people think that anyone can get this noble title!"

Grant agreed with the other party's point of view in his heart, but considering that the other party was his son-in-law, he hesitated for a moment and said, "I think it's okay. Just exaggerate the harm of the demon lord. Besides, such a big thing only happens once in decades in Libel Port. It is an isolated case and will not serve as a reference for others."

Having said this, noticing the change in the latter's expression, he hastened to emphasize, "This is, after all, Leila Silverhand's decision. Perhaps she saw something with her powerful prophecy magic, so there may be a deeper meaning in this that we cannot understand for the time being. But in short, I believe in her decision and judgment."

The woman stopped talking to him and turned away. Grant let out a breath, feeling worried, not knowing how many more difficulties he would have to face next...

At this time, in the distance, Annuo and Hawthorne were walking towards them. Grant looked over and saw his daughter with a shy look on her face. She introduced him to him, "Dad, this is Nigel Hawthorne."

As she spoke, she lowered her head shyly and poked Hawthorne's waist, signaling him to say something. Facing Grant's majestic gaze, Hawthorne gritted his teeth and said, "Hello, uncle. I am Nigel Hawthorne. I am dating Anno."

Grant looked at him with a very complicated expression. Although in this era, it was very common for girls to get married at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and nobles would get engaged to each other at an early age.

But as for An Nuo, the most outstanding and beloved daughter in his family, he was not mentally prepared for the possibility that An Nuo would get married.

I guess I will never be mentally prepared for this.

He gritted his teeth in his heart, especially when he saw An Nuo's shy expression, he was so angry that his palms were sweating and his forehead was smoking.

But the self-restraint he had cultivated over the years was still there, and he managed to force out a smile: "Not bad, it is rare in the entire history that you can be directly awarded the title of earl at this age. Keep up the good work, your future achievements are limitless!"

Hawthorne said modestly: "Of course, this is only the first step of a long journey. I still have a long way to go in the future. I need you to point the way for me, uncle."

As he said this, Anno pulled him to sit next to Grant. The two had very different backgrounds and could not find much common ground, so they began to chat about current affairs and economics, accusing the Kingdom of the Golden Dragon of bullying small countries under the banner of free trade, and accusing the Red Dragon of the Red Sand Empire of having sinful medals hanging all over his chest. They immediately became very happy.

At this time, behind the two of them, other nobles present also saw Hawthorne's white-haired figure. Suddenly, the old lady who had just talked to Grant turned her head and whispered to the people behind her: "I was wondering why Grant would defend that new noble named Hawthorne. It turns out that this man is his designated son-in-law!"

Another person looked at the scene and suddenly said, "Do you think that Grant was secretly behind Hawthorne's canonization as an earl? After all, I feel that unless someone of the same noble family strongly recommends him, Leila Silverhand should not be so ignorant of the rules as to confer such a high title on a commoner."

The others nodded in agreement, and they all felt that someone was behind this: "If it were me, I would... well, of course, Grant went too far this time. Even if it was to secure a good title for his son-in-law, he shouldn't have gone so far."

One person continued, "Let's go find Leila Silverhand. The sanctity of the noble title cannot be desecrated like this."

The others nodded and quickly reached a consensus. They pointed their spearheads at their common enemy, the biggest destroyer of the sanctity of the nobility.

Without mentioning the mutterings of these people, the ceremony soon came to an end. Led by the waiters, the celebrities and nobles attending the ceremony left the venue in an orderly manner and came outside.

At this moment, it was almost noon, and the sun outside was still warm. The Amkasla family's carriage had been waiting in the parking lot next to the auditorium, and the driver was also resting on it.

Grant looked at the sky and suddenly said, "It's getting late, Hawthorne, come to my house for lunch?"

Hawthorne also looked at the time and wanted to agree, but he was worried about the nuns. After weighing the pros and cons for a moment, he had to say to Grant with a look of regret: "I appreciate your kindness, but there are still some things in the monastery that I need to deal with personally."

Grant raised his eyebrows: "Oh? What's going on?"

"The headquarters said that there are many non-compliant areas in our monastery that need to be rectified." Hawthorne said, "The instructor just arrived a few days ago and is now in my monastery."

Grant showed a look of understanding: "That's right, this is more important."

At this moment, An Nuo suddenly turned around and looked at Hawthorne: "By the way, how is the new instructor who trained your battle sisters that you mentioned before?"

Hawthorne said, "She is a moon elf. Uh, I didn't ask her why she came all the way to Libel Harbor to join the Church of the Goddess of Life, but anyway, she is quite powerful."

"However, unfortunately, she doesn't know how to use a shield, so she can only play the role of an enemy and conduct actual combat training with the nuns. They just started yesterday, so I don't know the effect of the training."

An Nuo seemed to be thinking: "Oh... then how about I go over there too and see the effect of the training she has given your nuns?"

Chapter 477 Raising troops to investigate crimes

Hawthorne glanced at Grant's face and said, "Uh...is this okay?"

An Nuo turned around and hugged his father. "Dad, our house is just across the street, only two or three steps away. Why don't you just walk back by yourself and take it as a stroll?"

"I'm going to check out his monastery in Hawthorne. I'm not sure about the new instructor's level. Bye!"

After that, she took Hawthorne's hand and pulled him into the carriage: "Of course, my father agrees, let's go!"

Hawthorne glanced at Grant with concern, and found that the latter's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out. The coachman also looked at his master with concern, but in the end, the Minister of Transport waved his hand and said, "Go, go, and come back soon."

Then the carriage rolled away and soon disappeared in the distance. Grant stood there, unable to swallow this breath, and finally stamped his feet hard to vent his anger.

At the back, another noblewoman who looked to be in her thirties or forties, with an exaggerated figure, silver hair, and sexy red lips, walked up to him and said with a smile, "What's wrong, Grant? Normally you get angry when we don't see each other, but today your son-in-law got such a high title, why are you unhappy?"

"How can I be happy!" Grant finally couldn't bear it anymore in front of his old friend. "That kid kidnapped Anno and took my carriage away, leaving me, a father, here and letting me walk home by myself!"

"This, this, this... this is outrageous!"

The woman immediately covered her mouth and smiled softly: "Haha, this is the hurdle you must face when raising a daughter."

But as she said this, she rolled her eyes and said, "But since your carriage has been taken away by your daughter, it's understandable that you're late coming home, right?"

"How about coming to my house and sitting down?"

Grant sighed and said, "It's just the way it is.

That’s it! ”

The two then linked arms and walked into another carriage together.

On the other side, in Annuo's carriage.

The carriage was relatively large, and the space inside it seemed to Hawthorne to be as big as a van. However, the horses of Annuo's family were strong enough to pull it without any difficulty.

In the carriage, Annuo told the driver the destination, and as soon as he lowered the door curtain, he couldn't wait to hug Hawthorne's body, taking a series of deep breaths through his nose, his cheeks slightly red again: "Ah, dear, I miss you so much..."

She really missed him very much. After all, the last time they met, they just hugged each other and even the kiss was just a brief one, which was not enough to quench her thirst.

Huo Sang also hugged her backhand, feeling the fragrance and softness in his arms, and suddenly said: "I'm sorry, I didn't agree to go to your house with your father..."

An Nuo closed his eyes and shook his head slightly: "It's okay, you can come to my house after the New Year. Many of my relatives are here these days. If you go over, I feel they will cause trouble for you."

Huo Sang smiled and said, "Then they won't look for it after the New Year?"

"They all went back to their hometowns after the New Year." An Nuo opened his eyes and his face fell when he mentioned his relatives. "Oh, I want to avoid them too. Many of them are so tactless and they would boss me around. I hate them so much."

Hawthorne gently stroked her hair, imagining what An Nuo said about the self-righteous faces of some relatives, and nodded: "That's fine, you can hide at my place."

As he said this, he lowered his head and pretended to kiss her. An Nuo glanced ahead nervously and found that the driver was very focused on controlling the horses. Then he closed his eyes again, raised his little face, put his arms around his neck, and kissed him.