Witch Monastery

This is not only due to his experience in the game, but also the credit of the existence residing in his double-headed sword.

At this moment, Monport was telling him what was happening here in a tone that was almost gloating: "A sacrifice of this scale, ha ha ha ha, this commotion is really not small."

"I don't know how the altar used to collect souls is doing now. It has reached that level and how complete it is. It should still be in time. Hiss, Master, you have to speed up, otherwise..."

He deliberately didn't finish his words to arouse Hawthorne's interest. Hawthorne also knew what this guy was up to. He pondered for a moment, then pretended to be anxious and said, "So, where is the altar now? Do you have any clues, Monport?"

"Human lives are at stake, tell me now!"

He seemed extremely anxious, and the Abyss Lord revealed an embarrassment: "I don't know where they will hide the altar, and I am not familiar with the devils' habits. I can use my magic to help you explore it, but... I can't do it now!"

"Unless you share some of your power with me, or relax your supervision on me, so that I can get some convenience..."

"Then shut up!" Hawthorne yelled at him in his heart, "I advise you to give up this idea, Mompot, remember your current situation, and don't always have unrealistic thoughts!"

Monport laughed, as if he didn't care at all.

: "Don't worry, my master, even if you reject me now, I will always be here waiting for you."

"If you need my knowledge, I will appear immediately and answer your questions."

After saying this last sentence, his voice completely disappeared. Hawthorne gasped and felt a little tricky.

Indeed, dealing with the Abyss Lord, especially a scheming Abyss Lord like Mompot, is a very demanding task.

We have to find a way to pry open its mouth and make it tell the truth, but we can't really give it too much convenience...

Headache, headache!

The solution he was thinking of was to continue "intimidation", but not simple intimidation, but strategic intimidation.

For example, he now pretended to be innocent and anxious, and had no other choice but to rely on Mompot, making the Abyss Lord think that he was reluctant - and in fact he was really reluctant - to purify it and let it ignite hope.

But afterwards, if he could rely on his own abilities to find the altar and solve the problem, he could then pretend that "Monpot is useless", and then pretend to really want to purify it, extinguish its hope, and let it actively find ways to prove its worth in panic, so that Hawthorne would continue to be "reluctant" to purify it.

This is Hawthorne's plan, and the success rate is not very high. There is no way, the game with the demon lord is so complicated.

He endured the smell of smoke and continued searching. Inside the double-headed sword, Monbot sneered, waiting to laugh at him.

At this moment, a bright light suddenly flashed in the window on the third floor. Hawthorne looked closely and saw that it was Celine who flew to his side: "Master, are you okay?"

There were no outsiders around, so she didn't need to be restrained. Hawthorne was about to say it was okay, when a slender figure with silver hair ran around in the theater in the distance: "Hawthorne - Father Hawthorne! Where are you?!"

It's Kesa's voice!

Hawthorne couldn't help but look slightly surprised. This girl actually came here?

"I'm here!" he shouted loudly. Then, a nimble figure quickly rushed to his side. It was the anxious moon elf girl: "Wow, Father! That's great, I'm glad you're okay!"

Her face and clothes looked extremely clean, without a trace of soot, and she seemed completely unaffected by the harsh environment here.

"Of course I'm fine." Hawthorne stood up and couldn't help but say, "Why are you here? It's dangerous here. You should leave first. Celine and I are enough."

"I'm here to help you!" Kasa said as a matter of course, her pointed ears twitching as she spoke, "Elanord said there was an evil aura in here, someone must be offering sacrifices, so I hurried in to destroy the altar!"

As she said this, she stretched out her hand to the side, golden flames appeared, and the giant sword like a python appeared in her hand.

Chapter 499 Play hard to get

Hawthorne was stunned: "Alan Nord? Who is that?"

"That's the name of this sword," Kasa explained loudly, "To be precise, it's the name of the demon sealed inside. But don't worry, it has been completely subdued by our ancestors."

"It knows a lot about demons and various outer planes, so it can be of great help at times like this."

Hawthorne stared at her giant sword: "Oh... is it reliable?"

"Oh, she's definitely reliable!" Kasa said, "When I escaped this time, I was actually in danger several times, and it was Elanord who saved me. We are in a very special relationship now, so you don't have to worry about her reliability!"

Hawthorne's eyes were slightly dim, and then he stretched out his voice: "Oh...oh, I understand, so that's how it is, then..."

He looked down at the double-headed sword in his hand and said, "That's good. Then, Mr. Ellanord, can you help us find the location of the altar?"

Kasa pointed the sword forward. The nearly 1.5-meter-long giant sword was as light as a bamboo pole in its hand: "Of course! Alannod, detect magic quickly!"

Along with her cheerful voice, the great sword that curved like a python emitted a hint of golden magical glow, extending forward and turning into an arrow, guiding them forward.

"Go!" Kasa said, rushing forward happily, "Follow me!"

Hawthorne and Celine looked at each other. Although they both felt that believing in a devil was not a very reliable thing, since Kassadin said so, he naturally chose to believe it and followed quickly.

The group of three walked along the corridor in the huge backstage work area, and finally stopped at the door of an inconspicuous, somewhat dirty-looking small room in the corner.

The iron door was locked with a large iron lock. The lock was covered with dust, and there were even some cobwebs and rust in the corners. It looked like it had not been used for many years.

Hawthorne glanced at his double-headed sword, took a deep breath, and continued to follow his plan.

"Kasha," he continued, "what did Ellanord say?"

"Hmm..." Kasa pondered for a moment, as if she was communicating with the devil directly, "He said... open this door first, he should be in the room."

Hawthorne then picked up the double-headed sword and slashed it, directly penetrating the iron door. Then he kicked it, and a big hole appeared on the door, allowing them to get in smoothly.

The three of them bowed their heads

After entering the room, Celine turned on the light and found that the room looked very dirty on the outside, but was clean and bright on the inside.

But the windows of this room were nailed shut, and in the corner stood a few large wooden boxes that looked very heavy. At first glance, it looked as if they could not be easily moved.

"Wow, there is something strange here!" Hawthorne deliberately gave a loud compliment. "Mr. Alannod is right, Kasha, what should we do next?"

"Hmm..." Kassa frowned slightly, then pointed to the box on the far left, "Move that away!"

Hawthorne patted the little eye demon without injecting magic power. Sanasa shot out a tiny ray of telekinesis from the eye stalk, which wrapped the box and moved it away, revealing a dark downward passage underneath.

"Found it!" Hawthorne deliberately made an extremely happy sound, "Kasa is really reliable!"

Kasa chuckled: "This is all thanks to Ellanord!"

As she said this, Celine moved the light source over to illuminate the passageway going down. Hawthorne and the other two walked down one by one, and came to a basement with a slightly musty smell, and saw a simple but huge altar built here.

"Kasha!" He asked the moon elf girl with an eager voice, "Does Mr. Alanord have any other suggestions? Can he find any key information?"

At this time, a disdainful voice sounded directly in the depths of Hawthorne's mind. It was none other than Monbot: "Heh, regarding the knowledge and information about the lower planes, you ignore a great lord of the abyss and keep asking a little-known demon? You are really seeking the farthest!"

Hearing this, Hawthorne's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a triumphant smile.

Oh, this guy finally couldn't sit still anymore.

Monport did have a sense of crisis in his heart, just as Hawthorne felt. After spending some time together, he increasingly discovered that Hawthorne's "purification" of him was actually just a verbal threat.

He didn't have enough knowledge about the specific details of the evil demons in the lower planes, so he still had to rely on his own answers in many places.

For example, Hawthorne didn't know much about the various characteristics and habits of the original demons, as well as the evolution, changes and combat habits of the demon population in the Abyss - after all, the turn-based combat in the game was completely different from that in reality.

As a lord of the abyss who excels in intelligence and intelligence warfare, Monport was keenly aware of this, which made him more fearless and unscrupulous. He even began to gradually test Hawthorne's bottom line and tried to use intelligence to exchange for some convenience...

He was on the verge of success, but the change in reality gave him a heavy blow.

What's going on? Why is there also a demon sealed in this little girl's giant sword?

And it seems that not only have the two of them established a relationship of trust, but the other party has also unconditionally shared the information he has with her?

Am I not Hawthorne's only source of information about the lower planes?

No, no, this won’t do!

This is not just a problem of him not being able to control Hawthorne in the future. What if Hawthorne thinks that he is "useless" in the future? He may really make up his mind to purify his soul!

This is a matter of life and death, and it involves whether he will lose his soul!

Therefore, no matter what, Monport must draw Hawthorne's attention back!

He wanted to let Hawthorne know that listening to one side of the story leads to ignorance, while listening to both sides leads to enlightenment. You can't just believe the devil's one-sided words, otherwise you will be deceived by him!

Come and listen to what I say more often!

And now, Hawthorne has an accurate grasp of the psychology of this Abyss Lord. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, but he still had to continue acting and talk to him in his heart: "Huh? Didn't you say that you can't really detect the situation around you? Were you lying to me just now?"

Monport was holding his breath, but he had to put on a flattering tone and said to him: "That was just now. You saw it. There were so many layers of obstruction, so I couldn't detect these. Now..."

"Oh..." Hawthorne suddenly spoke up, interrupting what he was about to say, "That means your detection ability is indeed not as good as Mr. Alannod's. Uh, Mompot, you should take a rest. We don't really need you tonight."

He deliberately increased Monport's anxiety, and then asked, "Kasha, has Mr. Alannod found anything else?"

Kasha nodded: "Yes, Alannod said that he found traces of the magic contract."

"It should be that during this time, someone used the power transmitted from this altar to sign a contract with certain people in this theater and granted them power."

"Then, these contractors must have killed someone. Ellen Nord said he found scratches between the devil's fingers. These are usually used to temporarily record the number of people killed by the contractors. Fortunately, the number is not too many..."

Hawthorne's heart sank. His previous guesses had basically come true. Regolas wanted to use deception to make the enraged dancers sign a contract with his master in an irrational state, exchanging their souls for power in order to kill the nobles attending the meeting tonight.

Regolas would set up an altar here, and the souls of the killed nobles would belong to his master. Then, the dancers would be executed by the nobles' furious families, and because of the contract, in the end, everyone's soul would fall into their hands!

So despicable and hateful!

Take a deep breath and condemn now

The despicable cruelty of an enemy, especially a dead one, seemed meaningless. He continued, "Can we determine who signed the contract with the devil through these traces?"

Kasa hesitated: "Let me ask, uh..."

At this moment, Monport's voice rang in Hawthorne's mind: "I can help you confirm it. No need to ask him. I have a simpler method here!"

Chapter 500 The Devil Duke is coming? !

Finally took the bait!

Hawthorne laughed in his heart, but his face remained calm, and he even felt uncomfortable holding it in: "You can do it?"

"What a joke! Such fresh traces, anyone who can't do it is a waste!" Monport snorted, "I'll teach you how to use magic to extract these traces. Go over first and touch the altar."

Hawthorne did as he was told, stretched out his right hand and touched the altar. Later, just as Kasa was about to say that there was a way, but it might be a little troublesome, he saw a blue glow on Hawthorne's right hand, and then something was branded on the back of his hand.

"This is all you need." In Hawthorne's mind, Monport finished his explanation and said, "If there are any contractors around you, it will burn you to warn you. With this method, you should be able to find them all easily."

"Back then, in my dimension, I used this method to catch the traitors who secretly signed a contract with the devil. It was very useful and I never failed!"

Hawthorne withdrew his hand, his expression thoughtful, and then he said aloud: "Oh...Okay, uh, I just tried a new method. Now I can track all the contractors through magic."

Kasa silently shut up and swallowed back what she wanted to say. At the same time, she said to the demon sealed in the sword in her heart: "Elanord, didn't you say that this kind of thing is not easy to handle? How come Father Hawthorne solved it so quickly?"

In her mind link, the demon named Alan Nord laughed awkwardly: "This... this may be because Father Hawthorne is gifted and knowledgeable, and he just happens to know a simple trick that I don't know... Hehehe, it seems that we are really lucky..."

Kasha snorted: "You guy, you must be trying to trick me into giving you something again. I will ask Father Hawthorne for his advice more often in the future and will never be fooled by you again!"

Alannod secretly hated that his plan had also failed today.

His strategy was to release a few correct pieces of information first to arouse Kassa's trust and dependence on him, and then take the opportunity to make demands and conditionally give her the intelligence he had.

If he continues to use this salami-slicing tactic, sooner or later she will become his resurrected puppet.

But he never expected that another person would suddenly come at this time, which ruined his plan!

Damn, who is that guy?

Forget it, I was just unlucky this time. Next time, I will definitely be able to trick this girl into getting her!

He secretly counseled himself in his heart, but he didn't know that at this moment, the one who was competing with him on this knowledge was not Hawthorne, but a powerful and knowledgeable demon lord...

While Ellanord was secretly resentful, Hawthorne was praising Mompot in his heart: "I didn't expect you to have some unique secrets. I really underestimated you before, Mompot."

Monport snorted twice, and his heart sank back into his stomach, knowing that he would no longer be judged by Hawthorne as "of no use" and purified.

As a greedy demon, it shouldn't be happy about such a small thing, but at this moment, the joy of surviving the disaster, coupled with Hawthorne's praise, made it feel quite elated, and it couldn't help but say a few more words: "Not only that, there are many other things in it that are worth digging deeper."

"At the very least, I sensed traces of a familiar old friend. There is an 80% chance that just now, the incarnation of a devil duke descended here!"

Hearing this, Hawthorne's body trembled.

The incarnation of Mephistopheles just descended on this altar? !

This……

He felt as if his heart was being gripped by a huge hand, and it seemed as if he was having difficulty breathing.

The strongest magician in the Nine Hells usually wouldn't leave his laboratory for hundreds of years, so why...

He couldn't imagine what kind of conspiracy and disaster a devil archduke would plot in person!

Damn it, I’m only level 10 and can’t handle such a big thing!

It’s terrible!

He felt that he had difficulty breathing and couldn't help but hold his chest. Beside him, Celine noticed his abnormality and reached out to support his body: "Lord...Father, what's wrong with you?"

Hawthorne swallowed his saliva, then showed a difficult smile: "Nothing, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable, but it's not a big problem."