Witch Monastery

Inside the four tightly pressed lips, two flexible, slippery pink tongues were entangled together, secretive and obscene.

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At this time, in the Mithril Palace.

This is a magnificent castle made of pure white marble. Its interior is filled with thin lines of mithril, forming a huge and complete magic circuit.

The surging magic power flows here like donated blood flowing in the blood vessels of the human body, so the entire castle becomes a huge magic fortress that is indestructible.

This is where the successive public mayors of Port Liberl lived and worked, and it is also the current residence of Leila Silverhand.

At this time, on the second floor of the Mithril Palace, Leila Silverhand, wearing only a soft purple floral silk nightgown, was sitting on the big white bed, leaning on the soft backrest behind her, flipping through the spell book in her hand.

She was not wearing socks. Her delicate, rosy white feet were crossed together. There was no trace of damaged cuticle. Each toe was as shiny as a pearl, and looked very attractive under the sunlight outside the window.

At this moment, she was concentrating on reading the latest magic thesis of the Magic University. She knew very well that her magic power was gradually weakening and her mother had lost contact with her.

However, the city still needed her strength, so she had to use this method to give herself more means to deal with complex situations.

At this moment, there was a knock on her door. Without any action or spell, Leila Silverhand just thought about it, and the door of her room opened automatically. Then, a female secretary in a thick black formal dress came in with a stack of documents and said, "Lord, several high-ranking hereditary nobles want to see you. They said they have a few questions about today's award ceremony and want to ask you."

Leila raised her eyebrows and thought that what was coming was finally coming. It seemed that letting Vajera confer titles on the nobles on her behalf did hurt the fragile hearts of these nobles?

Alas, even if it is a divine weapon that protects the entire city, it cannot replace my position in these people's hearts?

She couldn't help but snickering as she thought about it, but then she held back and said to her secretary, "Let them wait on the first floor. I'll go see them right away."

The girl then left. Leila finished reading the last page of the spell book in her hand, then stood up. Her nightgown gradually changed into the white wizard robe she often wore. She walked out of the bedroom, went down the stairs, and came to the reception room on the first floor.

There were already six nobles wearing gorgeous robes inlaid with countless jewels waiting here. They were both men and women, but at this moment, without exception, they all had full of anger on their faces.

Chapter 478: The title of nobility needs someone like him to prove its value!

Leila Silverhand remembered their identities. In short, they were all the current leaders of hereditary noble families, with noble status and abiding by tradition. So it was not surprising that they came to her in a hurry as soon as the ceremony was over.

"Everyone, what's the matter?" she asked, her voice ethereal and pleasant, "Are you dissatisfied with today's knighthood ceremony?"

A fat woman stood up and bowed slightly to show respect: "No, respected Lord City Lord. We are all very satisfied with the arrangement of today's ceremony, but..."

Leila looked at her and knew that she was the mistress of the Casalant family. Although her background was humble, she was decisive and very courageous. Therefore, her husband would not intervene in any family affairs, but would handle them personally.

At the same time, Leila also remembered that she was also the key person to present the evidence of "the Sulfaro family desecrating the holy relics".

Now, the "desecrated" relic has been found again.

It turned out that what she said was not true, so Leila had a bad impression of her.

"But, isn't the title given to Mr. Nigel Hawthorne too high?" Madam Casalant asked, "He was just a commoner before, and the starting point of his first title is so high. I'm afraid it will chill the hearts of other lifelong nobles, and will also make commoners lose their respect for noble titles."

Leila was stunned, and for a moment she couldn't believe what she heard: "Huh?"

Casalante then repeated her words, and several other nobles also spoke up, saying that she was right and that they came here for the same reason.

Leila Silverhand stood there in silence for a while, and a strong anger suddenly surged in her heart.

These guys came here just for this? !

Ridiculous, sad, and shameful!

I never thought that the hereditary nobles of Port Liber would be so depraved and short-sighted!

When she thought of this, her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were stern: "You have never seen the deterrent power of the Abyss Lord with your own eyes, so you dare to make rash assertions about Huo Sang's achievements?"

"Please remember that since its inception, the title of nobility has been given priority to heroes who protect the material world, especially heroes who banished the demon lords!"

As she spoke, her eyes swept across the crowd: "On the contrary, how many of the people you recommend to me every year are heroes like this! Those other than Hawthorne are the ones who are diluting the authority of the noble title!"

"I advise you to understand clearly that without him, the entire port would be destroyed, and everything you are proud of would be gone!"

"Now, it can be said that it is not Hawthorne who needs this noble title to prove himself, but the noble title needs people like Hawthorne to prove the sanctity of the nobles!"

After a round of angry scolding, everyone present was stunned. They thought that under their joint pressure, Leila Silverhand would give in and compromise, but they never expected that her attitude at this moment would be so tough!

What are you doing? We are hereditary nobles, the most noble people in the world!

Even our words, Leila Silverhand actually didn't take them seriously? !

Several people were extremely shocked, but Leila Silverhand didn't bother to care what they were thinking. After saying this, she turned around, stepped onto the stairs, and returned to the upstairs: "That's all I have to say, everyone, please go back."

After saying that, she walked upstairs. Downstairs, several people looked at each other in bewilderment, but the residual power of Leila Silverhand was still there, and none of them dared to breathe.

When her back completely disappeared at the end of the stairs, one of the people slowly spoke: "It seems that the decision to make Hawthorne the Earl for Life was entirely made by Leila Silverhand."

Another person frowned and said, "Even if Leila is a demigod, she shouldn't be so arbitrary and domineering. She should listen to the opinions of us who are also of the blood of God!"

Another person immediately agreed: "Indeed, aristocrats must first be noble. How can they be judged purely by force? That is what barbarians would do!"

Madam Casalant frowned and continued, "In my opinion, Leila must have lived in this palace for too long and lost touch with the real world, which is why she made such a misjudgment."

"How about this, let's first think of a way to push things forward and let her know the terrible consequences of forcibly conferring the title of Earl on Hawthorne. In this way, maybe her ideas will change."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and then stood up and left. However, they did not know that they were pushing themselves into the abyss with their own hands.

Meanwhile, in the monastery, in the training room.

"No more energy, try again!"

"You want to go to the battlefield at such a slow speed?"

"Stand up and try again!"

Hawthorne and Anno were standing at the door and saw Kassa holding a wooden magic giant sword for training. She was waving it to sweep away the attacking combat nuns, while she was yelling with extreme excitement, provoking the girls' anger and training them both physically and mentally.

The girls had to hold back their anger, grit their teeth, and continue training. In the two days of combat training, they have become more and more aware of a fact: the more they care about what Kai'Sa said and the more they cannot control their anger, the more they will lose their composure and expose their flaws, which will allow Kai'Sa to seize the opportunity to beat them up, and then face even stronger ridicule!

Therefore, at this moment, no matter how angry they are, they have to warn themselves fiercely in their hearts: they must be patient, endure, hold it in, and then find a chance to fight back!

Seeing the girls blushing, Huo Sang couldn't help but feel distressed. He then turned his head and looked at An Nuo beside him and asked, "In your opinion, what do you think of this girl's skills?"

An Nuo's eyes were slightly dim, and then he nodded gently: "Very strong, even if you don't call it the strategy of using shields, just teaching the basic skills is more than enough to train these combat nuns in your monastery."

After hesitating for a moment, she glanced at Hawthorne and then said bluntly: "If it's just a competition of weapon skills, you probably can't beat her."

Hawthorne felt his heart pierced, then nodded: "Indeed, this, uh... well, there's nothing I can do."

Annuo's vision was still very accurate. Although he was very unhappy, he really couldn't find any reasons to refute.

As he was thinking this, the bell on the wall of the training room rang, and the nuns who had just been fighting fiercely put down their weapons and returned to their seats to rest.

Wipe sweat and heal wounds.

Only Kasha's face was flushed, she looked full of energy and she seemed to be still eager to see more. Her big eyes looked around and she found Hawthorne standing at the door. Her eyes lit up immediately: "Father Hawthorne, you're back!"

As she said this, she came running over happily, her eyes shining, looking like she had been expecting something for a long time.

"Come, Kasa, let me introduce you." Hawthorne smiled, "This is Ms. Anno Amkasla, my lover, a Paladin of the Oath of Vengeance, currently working at the Black Rod Tower. Uh, she's just seventeen years old, so you've figured out what to call her."

Kasha nodded: "I understand."

As she said this, she smiled widely, "Hello, Sister An Nuo!"

Hawthorne looked at her in horror: "What did you call her?! How old are you?!"

Kasa was stunned: "Ah...ah, I subconsciously calculated that a seventeen-year-old human would be over a hundred years old for us elves...approximately."

She stammered as she explained, then she looked away guiltily, not daring to look into Hawthorne's eyes. This immediately made the latter feel even worse. If she was really younger than An Nuo, she would be a young girl in the elf society, and he was deceiving such a little girl to work for him, and even secretly learning her expertise...

孽 孽!

He held his forehead slightly and sighed: "Okay, let's ignore this issue for now and talk about it later."

After that, he coughed lightly, calmed down, and continued: "In short, the current situation is that the way the nuns use shields to deal with your attacks is not quite correct, and blindly groping is too inefficient."

"So, on the way back, An Nuo and I discussed it and decided to have her spar with you once, explaining while you fight. This way, the teaching efficiency should be higher."

Kasha's eyes lit up: "So, I fight her?"

Hawthorne nodded: "Annuo and I both think so, what do you think?"

Chapter 479 Let’s stay in the monastery at night!

Kassa was eager to try: "Great! Your skills were so bad before, I didn't have any fun at all!"

She spoke bluntly, which made Hawthorne frown immediately. Annuo covered her mouth and laughed secretly, and she was not unhappy about her boyfriend being insulted.

She looked at the elf girl in front of her. Although she was already quite tall and had a mature body, the eager expression on her face made her look more and more like a child of only thirteen or fourteen years old.

No, she really must be younger than me, right?

An Nuo had this thought in his mind, and then he shook his head slightly in his heart: It shouldn't be the case, it should be because this elf has a particularly lively personality. After all, no matter what, it is really a bit outrageous for a young elf of thirteen or fourteen years old to adventure alone outside.

Annuo thought this was unlikely, so he attributed it to his personality.

But in short, while the nuns were resting, the two girls changed into their equipment, took their training weapons and shields, and walked to the center of the training room to have a teaching competition.

Hawthorne sat with his nuns, took out paper and pen, and wrote down the key points that the two girls might talk about during the fight later, while watching the girls fight with admiration.

In the center of the training room, the two girls grabbed their weapons, distanced themselves, took sudden steps, charged at each other, and engaged in combat.

I have to say that the battle between these two girls, both in terms of technical content and viewing experience, is much higher than the one-sided beating of the nuns by Kassadin just now.

Kassadin's double-headed sword is very fast, but Anno is always able to retreat in advance, or raise his shield to the right position to block. The clinking sound of the collision is very pleasant to the ear, making people want to listen again.

And Annuo's attack was much more methodical than the nuns'. She was very skilled in using feints to test the opponent. She would suddenly pull back when Kassadin attacked, then rush forward. When the other end of her double-headed sword turned up, she would actively use her shield to hit the opponent's weapon to break her balance, and then attack again, forcing Kassadin to retreat or block in a hurry, looking very embarrassed.

The nuns had been beaten up by Kassadin with all kinds of weapons in the past few days, and they had been feeling resentful for a long time. When they saw Anno gaining the upper hand, they couldn't help but shout out in excitement, and even cheered excitedly.

At the same time, it was also because they had no way to deal with Kaisa's various offensive and defensive skills in the past two days, and the experience of being beaten was still fresh in their memory. Now seeing Annuo's playing style, they immediately benefited a lot, and their combat experience increased rapidly.

Hawthorne conscientiously acted as a recorder. Annuo and Kasa were not fully focused on the competition the whole time. They would stop from time to time to explain some key points of the movements.

These are what he recorded. After all, An Nuo couldn't stay here for a long time, and the girls would need to follow these notes and train on their own.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Anno finished explaining the ideas and actions that should be used when dealing with high-speed weapons such as the double-headed sword; Kassadin was obviously still full of energy, or perhaps she was very excited about meeting a worthy opponent. In short, without any rest time, she changed her weapons to a giant sword and double daggers and fought against Anno.

Hawthorne had no choice but to continue recording. By the end, his hands were sore from writing. The two of them finally finished the competition with great satisfaction. They each took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from their foreheads while discussing the competition.

Try: "Wow, Sister Anno, you are much better than Father Hawthorne. Shall we do it again tomorrow?"

An Nuo smiled and said, "It depends. I will come to the monastery often. There will be plenty of opportunities for us to learn from each other in the future."

Hawthorne also smiled softly and handed the notes to An Nuo: "Please check if there is anything missing, Kasa. I will have to trouble you to continue training with the nuns later."

Kasa pouted and suddenly became dissatisfied: "Protest! I need to rest too! My schedule is so full now, I will be tired too!"

Hawthorne smiled and encouraged, "Work hard, and I'll make you grilled oysters with garlic tonight."

Kasha's eyes suddenly lit up: "Keep your word!"

This girl is really easy to deal with! Huo Sang smiled secretly in his heart, then nodded: "Keep your word."

The bell on the wall rang, and the training time began again. The nuns stood up, picked up their weapons, and practiced against each other. Hawthorne and Anno were still sitting in the resting place, the latter watching the girls' movements intently, ready to give instructions at any time.

Hawthorne was at a loss for words, so he stood up and walked outside: "I'm going to go out for a while and do something. I'll be back soon."

An Nuo was focused on the training of the nuns. Hearing this, he just said "hmm" and didn't care what he was going to do. Hawthorne then went out and came back half an hour later. When he came back, he saw that An Nuo had also joined the training and was personally instructing several girls on the key points of the movements.

He was not in a hurry and continued to watch while sitting on the rest chair. After a while, after pointing out the points that the nuns should pay attention to, An Nuo came back from the center of the training ground, sat next to him, and asked, "Where have you been? What took you so long?"

Hawthorne did not answer, but held her hand and suddenly asked, "Are you going home tonight?"

An Nuo immediately knew what he wanted to do, and her face turned red: "We should go back, my dad knows I'm here..."

Huo Sang hugged her and said softly, "He didn't stop it, which means he should have agreed, don't you think?"

"Why don't you stay at home tonight? I'm going to make a seafood barbecue tonight. Besides, you just promised Kasa that you would have another sparring match with her tomorrow, right?"

This seemed like a perfect reason, and Annuo couldn't find a reason to refute it. She hesitated and finally whispered, "Well, okay. But I have to tell my coachman and arrange a place for him to live..."

Huo Sang nodded with a smile: "Don't worry, I have already arranged it for him. It's in the hotel next to the Nangang District Government Hall. I have arranged the best private room for him!"

An Nuo's beautiful eyes suddenly widened: "You went out just now to take care of this matter!"

As she said this, she blushed more and more, and couldn't help pinching his leg: "Pervert, you just don't think about good things all day long!"

Hawthorne dodged and laughed back, "It's all your fault. You're so pretty and have such a sexy body. Ouch..."

An Nuo became more and more embarrassed as he talked more, and continued to pinch and hit him, causing Huo Sang to grimace in pain, but he still held her tightly.

The two of them laughed and joked, and in the meantime, they did not forget to instruct the nuns on their movements. The afternoon passed quickly. Hawthorne had already sent a message to Heidi in advance, asking her to arrange a non-combat nun to purchase seafood, so when it was time for dinner, he went to the kitchen in advance to grill and made a hundred grilled oysters with garlic in one go.

Anyway, he doesn't have to do any work himself, so the more the better.

The oysters were bought directly from the Amazon Fishery Company. They were big, plump, juicy, and cheap. The Amazon women didn't do business at a loss, but whenever Hawthorne needed them, they were always willing to help him through the back door - as long as he was still willing to visit their front door occasionally.

cough!

But in short, this afternoon, the battle sisters had a share of the 100 oysters, and each of them could eat two. Except for a few people who really couldn't get used to the taste of garlic or oysters, everyone else was conquered by the taste brought by this fine seasoning, especially Kasha, who was eating while shouting that she was addicted, which made Hawthorne couldn't help but laugh.