Witch Monastery

The goblin begged for mercy: "Please spare me, sir. I really don't know this. You also know that the whole city was purged some time ago, and my informants in Nangang District were all killed by those hateful guys!"

Shapiro snorted coldly, pulled out a dagger and stabbed the guy in the back, then stood up and looked into the distance: "Nangang District..."

In the Mithril District, in the castle of the Casalant family, the obese Casalant matron looked at the black-robed demon Regolas in front of her with doubtful eyes, and said hesitantly: "Is this really okay? But if I do this, wouldn't it be equivalent to offending most of my fellow nobles?"

"Moreover, the White Swan Dance Company has been acquired by Blue Dragon...Mr. Reglas, you didn't know this news in advance?"

Regolas was shocked, thinking that the side effects of the destroyed intelligence network had appeared so quickly. But he immediately pretended to be indifferent and continued, "Oh, I just need a group of pure girls. As for who they are, I don't care."

"If they can't do it, just replace them with someone else. You go and do it. I don't care."

Madam Casalant nodded in agreement, but she then narrowed her eyes, her pupils flickered, and she began to have her own thoughts and considerations.

……

Years later, on this day, in the monastery.

Hawthorne slowly opened his eyes and looked at the wilted little eye demon in his arms, seeming to be thinking about something.

Just now, with the cooperation of Shannasa, he probed his consciousness into the small world it created and carefully investigated what the situation was there.

After all, it was a complete plane, a whole world. Although it was very simple, it could do endless things. If used well, it would definitely take his power and influence to a higher level.

However, the reality was contrary to his wishes. After conducting various investigations and experiments, he could only come to one conclusion: the future is promising.

This is indeed a complete world, and it has been purified by Hawthorne, but it is simply unable to accommodate any living creature to survive normally.

It was like a bare house that had just been roofed off. It was impossible to live in it, so for the time being, it couldn't serve the many functions that Hawthorne wanted.

As for continuing to inject chaotic energy into it to expand and transform the world, he would have to wait until he was promoted to a legend.

and so……

Ah, at least it’s a complete little world, and the future is promising!

As for now... I can only use it as a demi-plane, a large storage space.

With a light sigh, he gave up the idea of ​​taking a shortcut, asked the little eye demon to rest nearby, then he called up the system himself and looked at the numbers on it, feeling anxious.

It takes 16,000 purification points to upgrade from level 9 to level 10. He has already accumulated more than 20,000 points, which is not only enough, but the remaining points are also enough for him to deal with many emergencies in the future.

But, what next?

From level ten to level eleven, from the fifth ring road to the sixth ring road, this is a huge watershed.

Spells of the fifth ring and below can be cast at will as long as you have mana, and their power is limited to a relatively small range. The farthest lightning beam can only cover enemies within a straight line distance of 100 meters.

Spells of the sixth ring and above can easily create an ice wall hundreds of meters long, causing a force that can shatter an entire

An earthquake or tsunami on a mountain, or even a meteorite, can reduce a city to ashes in an instant.

Likewise, there were strict limits on the number of times they could be cast: before reaching the legendary level, spells of the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth rings could only be cast once per level. After using a spell, one had to meditate for a whole day before regaining permission to use it.

This is a rule set by the Goddess of Magic to prevent magicians from abusing their spells and causing disasters. If spellcasters want to cast these ring-level spells for the second time, they will feel a huge restraint, and then fail to cast the spell, wasting their magic power and time in vain.

There is no way around this. In ancient times, magicians could cast high-level spells with impunity and explore areas above the ninth ring. Some magicians even tried to use thirteen-ring spells to forcibly seize the status of powerful gods.

These attempts triggered countless terrible disasters, forcing the Goddess of Magic to later strengthen the supervision and restrictions on spells. She directly banned all spells above ten rings, and then slowly reduced the spellcasting abilities that mortals could master, so that people could no longer modify the world at will.

Until now, spells of the sixth level and above can only be cast once by non-legendary spellcasters between two long meditations, and they can no longer easily cause terrible damage to the material world as in ancient times.

Only those powerful ones who have been promoted to legendary can circumvent this rule by using their own higher-level power, casting high-level spells uncontrollably, and even re-exploring areas above the ninth ring - as long as they are not afraid of the blame from the Goddess of Magic.

But in short, in this era, level 11, six-ring spells, compared to before, is already a huge watershed. His current spellcasting ability mainly comes from Shilin, and the latter has only mastered the seventh-ring spells at most. Even if she tries her best, she can't provide him with more.

In other words, through Celine, he could only reach level ten at most, and there was no way to go any further.

If you want to improve further, you either have to transform into a wizard, give up the twenty points of charisma, and rely on the fifteen points of intelligence attribute added by the system to cast spells - it's a loss, very tiring, and very slow, but it does work.

Otherwise, you can find a stronger person who can cast higher-level spells to be the leader. She doesn't need to provide too much magic power. She only needs to share her stronger spellcasting ability with you, and then you can continue to increase the level cap of the sorcerer.

But the question is, where can we find such a person...

Two faces emerged in Hawthorne's mind. One was Vajera Safar, now the Lady of the Black Staff, a legendary spellcaster who also held the artifact Black Staff. She was extremely powerful and had a reliable character. There was absolutely no problem for her to be his own sect leader.

The other is Leila Silverhand, the daughter of the goddess of magic, a demigod-level spellcaster, the former queen of the Northern Witch Kingdom, and now the public lord of Libel Harbor. If Vajra gave her the black staff, she would be the strongest spellcaster in the material world.

Although her strength has been greatly degraded due to the disappearance of the Magic Goddess, there is no problem for her to be the sect leader and ensure that she can safely enter level 20.

The only problem is...

The favorability between these two people should not be enough now.

Although handing over the Stone of Gral would most likely earn them a high level of favor, this alone was clearly not enough to expect them to share some of their spellcasting abilities with him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

Alas, the road to becoming stronger is still long!

Forget it, let’s not think about such long-term things for now, let’s just grab the power we can get at hand!

Thinking of this, he no longer felt emotional and simply clicked on the system panel to upgrade.

Chapter 487: Location of the Land

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The milky white purifying light enveloped his body, and a new power surged into his body. Hawthorne closed his eyes, feeling the new and wonderful knowledge pouring into his body, and at the same time, his spellcasting ability was further improved.

First of all, his mana limit is increased from fifty-seven to sixty-four points, seven points more, the amount of a fifth-ring spell, which is quite a big improvement; but this improvement can only be regarded as a bonus, the real big thing is actually the new ability provided by the curse swordsman branch profession later.

Cursed Armor.

The effect is that enemies whose souls and bodies have been corroded by your "Curse of the Sword" ability have a 50% chance of being interrupted when they launch an attack against you. The effect looks like being blocked by an invisible layer of armor, so it is called "Witch Curse Armor".

Simply put, this is a god-level skill for a one-on-one duel with a BOSS. When facing some powerful enemies in the future, his survival pressure will be much less than before.

In this way, he can save a lot of mana needed for shield spells, and then cast more output spells.

For example, Fear Slash and Banish Slash...

Thinking of these two spells, Hawthorne couldn't help but feel worried again.

Although these two spells are named "slash", the focus is actually on the first two words, either to frighten the enemy or to exile the enemy - in short, they are more functional. Although the mana consumption is very high, the lethality is not actually strong.

If it really is the most cost-effective slashing ability, it really isn't a spell, uh...

Don't even think about the Holy Slash.

, that is the exclusive skill of the Paladin, and it is impossible for the Curse Swordsman to obtain it.

However, among the magic power summons that sorcerers can obtain, there is indeed another very cost-effective slashing ability.

Its name is: Magic Energy Slash.

It also only consumes two mana points, but its power is comparable to that of the Supreme Slash, and it also has an additional special effect: it can directly knock down enemies that are no larger than one level higher than itself!

However, for the time being, he had too many things to learn, so for a while, he really couldn't find a suitable opportunity to learn this thing.

Well, anyway, put it on the schedule and do it one by one slowly!

He sighed like this, and then a mosquito landed on his ear, and Andre's voice rang out: "Master, someone is looking for you outside, it seems to be someone from the District Office!"

The Insect Witch was obsessed with raising her daughter and almost completely ignored what was happening outside. Of course, she still performed her basic duties very well and diligently monitored everything around the monastery.

Hawthorne's expression changed when he heard this, and then he put away the little eye demon, stood up, left the study, and went to the door to greet him. When he opened the gate of the monastery, he saw a huge carriage parked there, with the logo of the Libel Port City Hall embroidered on it.

Several middle-aged men in black formal suits, with elegant looks and meticulously combed curly hair, had just come down from the carriage. When they saw him, they immediately showed a surprised expression: "Earl Hawthorne is really perceptive. We just arrived at the door and you have already received the news!"

Huo Sang smiled and said nothing: "Why did you all come to see me?"

The middle-aged man in the lead said solemnly, "We are here for the canonization of the City Hall. I'm sure you are anxiously waiting. Please look at this map. What is drawn on it is your future fiefdom."

As for how big his fiefdom would be and where it would be after he was conferred the title, these things were not discussed before the New Year. After all, many things were rushed at that time, so there was no time to prepare in detail.

Now that the new year has passed, it is time to fulfill the promise.

"According to the law, the taxes from these places must be paid to you in accordance with the law. At the same time, the appointment and dismissal of officials here also need your consent." The official introduced the many privileges of lifelong nobles and finally said, "Congratulations."

Hawthorne smiled, nodded, took the map, and opened it in front of him. In fact, he also knew that as a lifelong noble, it would be good enough for him to get a part of the tax revenue from the fiefdom. As for personnel appointments and dismissals, he just needed to be a rubber stamp and didn't need to worry about it.

But the problem is that this fiefdom seems to have no tax revenue at all.

"This……"

Looking at the area marked out for him on the map, Hawthorne's expression couldn't help but become a little subtle: "Rubble area? No, this is not even outside the rubble area, it's inside the Roof Plateau..."

He really didn't expect it to be here. After all, to be honest, this place was not within the actual control of Port Liber: even most of the vast rubble area was not under the control of Port Liber, and even the position of the district chief there was vacant.

After all this fuss, you just give me a place like this?

Hawthorne thought to himself, and then he saw the man in front of him smiled awkwardly, "It's like this, Lord Earl, maybe you didn't know it before, but it's the tradition of our Sein Empire that whoever conquers or conquers a piece of land will be given that land."

"The Roof Plateau has been the inherent territory of the Sein Empire since ancient times, but due to various things in recent years, we have not been able to actually control these places."

"But we have heard that you not only received the heartfelt support of some mountain people, but also set up a camp there. Obviously, in fact, that piece of land was conquered by you, so it is natural that it should be granted to you now."

Hawthorne understood and thought to himself that it was no wonder that Leila Silverhand had given me such a high title of Earl. It turned out that the fiefdom was a remote and poor place surrounded by hostile mountain people. She wanted me to guard the border for her.

However, it was okay. Although the Roof Plateau was not prosperous, it had many rare medicinal herbs and mineral deposits, so it was not completely worth developing. Moreover, the mountain people were not particularly difficult to deal with, so this piece of land was not bad for him.

At the very least, in this way, he should have real power in his own fiefdom.

He felt more relaxed as he thought about it, and then he joked, "Then I should be made a hereditary noble. I conquered that land, so my family should rule it for generations."

Several officials laughed immediately, but did not respond too much to this question. They continued, "In addition, the House of Lords has also reserved a seat for you."

As he spoke, another person came over with a 30-centimeter square box and said, "Inside are the credentials and necessary information of the members of the House of Lords. Please check them."

Hawthorne nodded slightly and took it. The House of Lords, the political body of Libel Harbor, can only be joined by people who have obtained the title of nobility. It is responsible for reviewing and discussing the various tasks and plans of the government.

But in fact, this institution has no real power at all. In order to please the international financial groups, the actual power of this institution has been almost reduced by the previous city lord. There are even laws that clearly stipulate that members of the House of Lords cannot

Able to work in a government agency.

That is, they cannot hold any real power.

However, the allowances of this place are very high, which can be regarded as compensation for the lost power. Therefore, if the politicians in the city hall feel that they are too old and don’t want to work anymore, they will ask their disciples to find a way to send them to the Senate as a retirement pension.

Similarly, those who lose in the power struggle will be kicked out to the Senate by their competitors for some reason, and will never pose a threat again.

And I have already been kicked to the upper house before I even started...

However, it was not a big problem. Anyway, the real source of his power was the actual combat power he controlled, not the various institutions of the city hall.

I don't care about this!

Recalling this information in his mind, Hawthorne nodded slightly and said, "I am very happy to go to the House of Lords. I am happy to use my wisdom to contribute more to the construction of the city."

Although there is no power there, it's not bad to use that platform to make more friends, right?

He was looking forward to it, and the civil servant in front of him also smiled: "Then we look forward to your wonderful performance. The first meeting of the House of Lords will be on the 7th of this month. Please be on time."

Chapter 488 Bernard Woolley

Hawthorne nodded, and these people did not stay here for long, and then said goodbye and left. He then closed the door of the monastery, opened the box, took out the information inside, and glanced through it, thinking about something.

In the game, since the House of Lords has no real power and can't influence anything, the poor planners only gave two lines of text as a description and were reluctant to provide even a scene picture.

I wonder what the place where the House of Lords meets looks like in the real world.

But it's not a big problem, you can see it with your own eyes. Even if the nobles in the House of Lords no longer have real power, their network of relationships is still there, and it is useful to make friends with them and get some first-hand information.

Therefore, I have to go this time. After all, it is a place where so many people who once had great achievements gather. It is impossible to say that it has no value at all!

With this in mind, he made up his mind, wrote this matter down on his schedule, and then stopped thinking about it and returned to his daily study and training.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, number 7 arrived.

Hawthorne booked a carriage in advance and rushed to the Palace of the Exalted in the Mithril District early in the morning according to the address on the document, preparing to attend the first meeting of the House of Lords this year.

This palace is also made of white marble and has a high spire. It was once the residence and office of a prince of the Sein Empire. After the prince died while resisting the pirates' raids, this became a place for the nobles to gather, commemorate and discuss important matters.

Because of the long distance, he was almost the last one to arrive here, and the parking spaces for carriages were almost full. The driver finally found an empty space and parked the carriage.

After Hawthorne got off the car and was about to walk into the palace, a young man of medium build with thick black hair suddenly jumped out of a carriage in the distance.

He looked to be in his twenties or thirties, full of energy. When he saw Hawthorne, his eyes lit up, and he came towards him with great enthusiasm: "What a coincidence, we arrived at the same time. You must be Mr. Nigel Hawthorne, right? I am Bernard Woolley, the descendant of Algird Woolley. It's an honor to meet you!"

Hawthorne: "..."

What a coincidence! Your car has been parked here for a long time, right?

You were clearly hiding in the car the whole time, waiting for my carriage to park and then I appeared here before you suddenly jumped out to create an encounter. Did you think I couldn't see through you?

He secretly complained, but did not expose it. He held out his hand and put on a bright smile on his face: "It's an honor to meet you, too, Mr. Wu Lie."

"Just call me Bernard." The man shook hands with him enthusiastically, and then walked inside side by side. "I originally thought that a great hero like you would not attend such a long and boring meeting. I am a little regretful that I can't meet you... Haha, to be honest, after hearing that you destroyed the demon lord, I admire you!"