Witch Monastery

The total value of the badges held by the girls in this room alone would probably exceed the total cost of this dinner...

And yet, to throw such a large number of magical items into a mere revelry dinner for young people, one could imagine that the return that the Casarant family desired must be much higher than this amount!

The water tonight is deeper than I thought!

So what would they be asking for?

But no matter what, this badge must not be worn any more. Hawthorne then gave the order, "Give away all the badges... Forget it, first pinch your arms hard, use force, it will hurt!"

The girls didn't understand, but this was the first time Hawthorne gave an order, so they pinched their arms as he said. With a burst of "ouch" sounds, the pain gradually made them sober up, and then they began to wonder: "Why am I wearing such an ugly thing?"

Without his order, they naturally took off all the badges. Hawthorne then stepped forward, took all the things in his hands, and then said seriously: "Everyone has been affected by magic, it is not safe here now. Pack up your things and leave now!"

His face looked a little scary. Even though the girls didn't understand the actual situation, they realized the seriousness of the problem. So no one objected for a moment. They all nodded solemnly, packed up their things, changed their clothes, lined up, and followed him out the back door.

The theater's security guards saw such a large group of people leaving in a mighty procession and immediately stepped forward to stop them. Hawthorne didn't waste any words and directly used a sleeping spell to make them all fall asleep, so that they could pass through unhindered.

After sending them all out of the theater and arranging the carriage for them to leave, Hawthorne turned his head to look inside the theater with an extremely gloomy expression: "Do you want to go and see what the Casarant family is doing this time!"

Bernard's face also looked a little ugly. If the Casalant family really had evil intentions and was even willing to use magic, then it was certain that their ambitions were definitely not small.

Well, even though he is a noble, he is just an ordinary person who doesn't know any magic. If he goes back now and gets involved in this dispute, who knows what kind of trouble he will get into!

but……

Looking at Hawthorne's gloomy face, he thought of his father's admonition, his awkward position at home, the open and secret struggles with his brothers, and his dark and hopeless future that he could only abandon himself...

Thinking back to just now, Huo Sang moved his mouth and fingers, and a large number of security guards fell asleep, as if there was nothing they could do to him...

Bernard gritted his teeth and plucked up his courage: "Come on, Brother Hawthorne, I'll go with you and see what this guy is up to!"

Hawthorne glanced at him from the corner of his eye, then gave a comforting smile: "Actually, you don't have to force yourself. There may be some danger tonight. You can go back first, it's okay."

Bernard took a deep breath and straightened his chest. “Nobles can’t run away from the battlefield! I’ll go back with you. There are still so many nobles here. I don’t think they dare to do anything!”

Huo Sang smiled and did not force it: "Okay, then, let's go and see what these guys want to do!"

After saying that, he strode back to the meeting room, ready to face the crisis of tonight.

Chapter 493 The Devil's Voice

At this time, in the conference hall.

The performance has come to an end, and the nobles present all have their own favorite targets, some even have more than one, and they are just waiting to enjoy the pleasure of love together.

However, they couldn't be so straightforward, so with the preparations of the host, the award ceremony officially began.

Each art troupe that had performed on stage before now re-entered the venue, and regardless of gender, they walked around in the audience seats. Then the noble sons named them and told them which room they would go to next to "receive their prizes."

Some innocent girls were still happy about it, and only a few experienced ones realized that the situation seemed a little bad. But here, they could hardly find any way to resist, and the armored guards were watching them, and they didn't even have a chance to escape.

They had no choice but to agree for the time being and went to the designated room under the guidance of the staff.

The areas above the second floor of the theater had long been converted by the Casarant family into rooms similar to those in a high-end hotel, in order to provide a convenience for the noble sons who came here to have sexual pleasure with the dancers they liked.

At this time, in one of the rooms, the short, fat and chubby nobleman Hans had finished his bath and was lying on a big, white and soft bed with only a bath towel on his body, his eyes full of uncontrollable lust.

Today he finally gets to have sex with Chao Kongque, the lead dancer whom he has coveted for so long. How can he not be excited?

Oh, that woman had been trying every possible way to avoid him, causing him to fail time and time again. Tonight, he must humiliate her!

When he had had enough fun, he would make her crawl naked out into the corridor and crawl up and down the entire theater like a bitch.

And she would ride on her back, and no matter who she met on the road, even if the other person was a dog, she would invite the other person to have sex with her!

He was thinking crazily in his mind that ordinary ways of playing could no longer satisfy his twisted and perverted heart, he needed stronger stimulation!

click -

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and the lead dancer of the Peacock Dance Troupe was pushed into the room by two guards, her face full of fear.

She knew that there was a fat and greasy noble guy coveting her body, and she had been trying every means to hide from him, but today it seemed that she could not hide at all!

The door behind her was closed. She turned around and tried to open the door and go out again, but found that the door was locked.

Her body trembled into a ball, and then she heard the fat nobleman jump off the bed and walk towards her with a lewd smile: "You can't escape, beauty, just accept my favor honestly..."

The tone was so greasy that it was disgusting. The dancer's face became even more frightened, and she even felt a sense of despair rising in her heart.

Could it be that today, I am really going to be ravaged by him here?

No, I don't want to, I don't want to accept such a fate!

Her will and resentment were condensed together, and the blood-red pattern on the brass badge on her shoulder glowed brightly.

At this moment, a magnetic and seductive male voice suddenly sounded in her ears: "Do you desire to resist his power?"

"If you desire it, just recite this spell silently: Chill Touch..."

The girl's expression became eager, and she responded to the voice in her heart. When the fat noble's thick big hand was about to touch her, she suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm: "Chill Touch!"

hum-

A huge freezing force suddenly poured out, and the fat noble named Hans' body stiffened, and in the blink of an eye he was frozen into an ice sculpture!

In the ice crystals, he still maintained that obscene smile he had just had, and before he even had time to change his expression, he fell into the abyss of death.

At this time, in the basement below the theater, Regolas knelt down devoutly in front of the simple altar: "Great Lord Mephistopheles, please enjoy this feast for the soul!"

On the altar, the glow of magic complemented each other, together constructing a magnificent vision: on an endless ice field, the biting cold wind kept howling, and the huge white tower stood alone but proudly, and could not be blown down by the wind.

That was the palace, library and magic laboratory of Mephistopheles, the master of Regolas, the devil archduke of the eighth layer of Hell, the place with the richest knowledge in all the Nine Hells.

As Regolas kowtowed, a majestic voice rang out from inside: "Well, I have sensed that the first sacrifice has accepted my power."

"You have done well, Regolas. After tonight, you will receive the reward you have always dreamed of."

Regola

Si's heart was filled with emotion, and he kowtowed again: "My Lord, it is my greatest honor to serve you!"

……

In the exhibition hall, Hawthorne paused. After receiving the blessing of Galaon for a long time, he became very sensitive to the fluctuations of magic because of the frequent use of the spell "Detect Magic".

What's happening here?

He was not sure, and then he chanted the spell again, using "detection magic" to determine the specific situation.

Then, in the palm of his hand, one of the brass badges he had confiscated suddenly emitted a magical glow.

Then, a magnetic and seductive male voice sounded in his ears: "Do you desire the power to kill him?"

Hawthorne's pupils suddenly contracted.

This is the tempting voice of the devil!

This seemingly inconspicuous brass badge is actually a creation used by the Nine Hells devils to seduce others!

and many more!

He suddenly connected everything together. The Casarant family had planned it on purpose!

They deliberately did not tell the dancers of the folk art troupe their real mission tonight, which was to wait until the cruel reality was placed before them and ignite their anger at being deceived and fooled, as well as their despair at being insulted and molested by these nobles!

At this time, through the brass badges engraved with magic patterns on their shoulders, the blasphemous voices tempted their desire for revenge. These girls would probably give up everything without hesitation just to kill the ugly nobles who were lying on them and moving their bodies!

The souls of all these nobles who were killed and the girls who accepted the temptation could not escape the fate of being taken away by the mastermind behind the scenes!

Tonight is not a debauched aristocratic carnival at all, but a conspiracy trap set by the Casarant family, a large-scale sacrifice site. No matter the nobles attending the party or the dancers performing here, they are all sacrifices that the Casarant family wants to offer to their devil master!

Realizing this fact, Hawthorne's heart couldn't help but tremble. Thinking about how many people came to the theater tonight, his scalp tingled.

Is the Casarant family crazy?! So many young nobles were killed, so many dancers were corrupted, such a big case, how could it be hidden!

These weren't the poor people in the Nangang slums who died without anyone caring! These were powerful nobles with deep roots!

Has this family really gone completely crazy, or have they found a way out?

That's not right. Didn't they reverse their reputation by sending powerful adventurers to participate in the crusade against Mombot?

They should be planning to work in Port Liber for a long time!

Why does this happen?

Chapter 494: Set off the Fire

Hawthorne was puzzled. Lacking key information, he naturally could not guess the real inside story.

However, now was not the time to think about these things. The orgy had already begun, and the nobles in the theater had no idea that they were rapidly stepping into the abyss of destruction!

Hawthorne quickly turned his head and looked at Bernard beside him: "You know this place better. Is there any way to notify everyone immediately and make them stop and leave here?"

Bernard scratched his head. "Ah, this, I think... I can go find Amlik. There should be such a sound amplification facility in the theater. Once it is activated, it can notify everyone present to evacuate as soon as possible..."

Hawthorne gritted his teeth secretly: "I'm afraid we can't count on this. It was the Casarant family who planned this crisis. How could they allow us to use his tools to call all the nobles to evacuate?"

Bernard shut up, his heart pounding. Although he didn't know what Hawthorne had discovered, his intuition told him that a huge crisis concerning the lives of hundreds of people in the theater was quietly approaching!

"There's nothing I can do!" Hawthorne took a deep breath and turned his head to look inside. "I'll go and set a fire!"

Bernard was stunned: "Huh?"

"I need your help, Bernard." Hawthorne turned his head and looked at him. "I'll go get some smoke, and you'll be responsible for notifying the people inside that there's a fire. No matter who they are, tell them to retreat immediately!"

Bernard felt his teeth chattering. He had never experienced such a crisis since he was a child. However, a strong sense of excitement surged from the bottom of his heart, and the blood in his body seemed to be ignited!

Live and die together, and share hardships together!

The best way to cultivate true feelings and trust!

Father, my mission will be completed soon!

"Okay!" He growled, then took a deep breath, "I'll pretend to wander around. Five minutes later, I'll go and notify others to put out the fire, and then immediately notify everyone to evacuate?"

Hawthorne nodded, feeling that this man was quite reliable and thoughtful: "Okay, let's do it!"

Bernard then held his head high, straightened his chest, and walked back into the hall with an elegant posture, even though his legs were shaking wildly.

Hawthorne turned and went backstage, took out the communication stone, and sent a message to the witches, saying that he had discovered something unusual and asked them to bring their troops over quickly, which would be of great use.

Then, he summoned Monbot's double-headed sword and the little beholder Shannasa, cast the five-ring spell Elemental Weapon, chose the fire element, and walked forward, destroying any flammable

Anything, whether it was curtains, carpets, or wooden tables and chairs, would be chopped down with a sword and set on fire, and then other flammable materials would be pulled and piled on top.

In a short while, he created a billowing cloud of smoke.

Then, he used the wind-making technique to deliberately blow the thick smoke upwards. As a result, the thick smoke rose into the sky, and the pungent smell soon filled the entire building.

The smell of smoke was a bit pungent, and Hawthorne couldn't help coughing a few times. Then he took out a mask and put it on, and then he felt a little better.

At this moment, Monport's voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Wait, what are you doing? Murder and arson? Oh, do you want me to help you?"

There was a tone similar to a smirk in his voice, and Hawthorne naturally couldn't appreciate it: "No, go back to where you belong!"

"Wow, Master, please don't be so heartless. I really want to help you." Monport said with a smile, but his voice sounded like he had bad intentions. "Look, you only use the high temperature of the sword to ignite these things, which is slow and troublesome. Why don't you relax your control over me, so that I can just cast a spell and directly set the whole building on fire. Wouldn't it save you trouble and effort?"

Hawthorne laughed and said, "But my purpose is not to set the whole building on fire. I just want to make some smoke and drive the people inside out."

Monbot wanted to say that he could also release a poisonous fog to cover the entire building, so that everyone here would be scared away. But before he opened his mouth, Hawthorne's voice suddenly became louder: "Okay, Monbot, shut up! Now is not the time for you to show off, recognize your position!"

Monport closed his mouth, but he was not in a hurry. As they spent more time together, he found that Hawthorne had a desire for great power in his heart, and as a lord of the abyss, he did have great power.

So he was sure that Hawthorne would never be willing to purify his soul. And when this person's power was not enough to deal with the crisis, it was time for him to use his own power as a temptation and turn the tables!

Regardless of the Abyss Lord's current mood, Hawthorne set fire to several more curtains and sofas.

There were guards passing by occasionally, but the little eye demon used its ability at this time. Although its own ray ability was limited, it was more than enough to deal with these ordinary people. A stun ray made them dizzy for a minute, and when they woke up, Hawthorne had already gone far away!

Feeling that the situation was about right, he took out the Storm Hammer, injected magic power into it, and threw it towards the wall in front of him -

boom!

A terrible bang exploded throughout the building, and he felt quite satisfied listening to the noise he had made.

Very good. Next, my nobles, start running away for your lives!

At this time, in a small private room on the third floor of the theater.

"Girl, you don't want your band to have no performances and your mother's medical expenses to stop paying, do you?"

On the big bed, the noble man who had just taken a bath and stripped naked, wearing only a thin blanket, smiled and looked in front of him at the poor singing girl with tears in her eyes: "If you really don't want to, remember to use Bel Canto when you scream later, hehehehe..."

The girl's face showed obvious anger. Not only did this guy threaten her with her mother's illness, but he also wanted to desecrate her favorite art!

Unforgivable, unpardonable!

She was extremely angry, but when she thought of her huge financial gap and her kind but seriously ill mother, she gave in.