Witch Monastery

In any case, he should really ask more experienced people about this matter. Cuibisi deals most with politicians in the district hall - although not a lot - but anyway, she should have a lot of experience in this area.

After hearing this, Cuibisi frowned slightly and continued, "It should be possible. I remember there is such a precedent. Besides, you are now an earl with such a large fiefdom. It should be no problem to have a few prisoners guarded in your territory."

"But..." She said with an apologetic expression: "Sorry, Master, I have never handled such a process myself, so I don't know the specific procedures."

"If you really want to complete this process, you may need to ask Miss Anno. She is a noble and may understand the process."

Huo Sang smiled bitterly: "This...I'm afraid she doesn't pay much attention to this aspect, ah..."

As he said this, his eyes flickered: "Well... maybe I should find Bernard and see how to get this done..."

Cuibisi looked at him cautiously: "Master, do you really want to keep these girls?"

She also puts interests first and believes that keeping the girl is too difficult and the benefits are too small, which is not in Hawthorne's interest.

But if Hawthorne insisted on keeping him, she would not object. But she would feel frustrated, because she was once again inferior to Heidi in her understanding of Hawthorne.

Hawthorne came back to his senses and continued, "Yes, because I feel that they are also victims of this incident. The Casalant family deceived them, and the Devil Archduke bewitched them. They did commit a sin, but they actually had no choice from beginning to end."

"What's more, they killed nobles at the cost of their own souls. If they were really put on trial, it would be almost impossible to avoid being executed, and in this case, their souls would really fall into the hands of the devil..."

As he spoke, his expression gradually became serious: "We can't let the devils succeed, so I think we should find a way to protect these girls."

As he spoke, his thoughts gradually became clearer: "It can be implemented together with an idea I had before. That is, I had thought about creating another category in addition to the existing combat nuns, called 'redemption nuns'."

"Its members can be of any occupation. They are specially recruited to include those battle nuns who have made mistakes but are willing to repent, as well as young girls like these dancers who have gone astray due to irresistible reasons and gained the power to cast spells..."

Cuibisi understood: "Oh, I understand, Master, you are attracted by their spellcasting ability obtained from the devil, so you want to recruit them to strengthen your power!"

Hawthorne smiled awkwardly: "Uh...it's true."

Although he did have the idea of ​​helping these girls avoid an unfair fate, in the end it was he who benefited the most.

Well... of course one of the prerequisites for doing this is to withstand the pressure that the families of the deceased will put on oneself.

I hope I can hold on!

Chapter 503: The Magical Use of Reporters

Hawthorne was feeling so emotional in his heart. At this moment, a man suddenly poked his head in the distance and shouted loudly: "Is that Earl Hawthorne? Is that him? Lord Earl, please accept our interview..."

As they shouted, they tried to squeeze over here. Several combat nuns who were responsible for maintaining order stepped forward and stopped them in order to maintain the normal order here.

Hawthorne was a little surprised and turned to look at Cuibisi: "Who is this?"

Cuibisi quickly replied, "It's reporters. They came here as soon as the news of the fire got out."

Hawthorne couldn't help but frown: "Reporters? How come they came so quickly?"

Cuibisi spread her hands, looking somewhat helpless: "The Muse District is the headquarters of these reporters. They sleep here. When they heard something was going on, they rushed over as soon as possible."

makes sense.

Hawthorne slapped his head. Too many things happened tonight and his brain was already insufficient. He even forgot all this information.

While looking at these reporters, a bold idea suddenly emerged in his mind.

Oh, if this works, my pressure might be much less...

"Let's go," he said. "Let's tell the reporters that the fire is out, the danger is over, and now they can go in and investigate."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and straightened his clothes: "And I will go and accept the interviews from the reporters!"

……

When Hawthorne brought the news that "the fire has been completely extinguished", reporters who were still lingering at the entrance of the theater suddenly swarmed in, investigating clues everywhere and doing their best to obtain first-hand information.

At the same time, those who do not

The guards who had found their masters finally dared to re-enter the theater and search for their masters: and not surprisingly, each of them eventually discovered their masters' naked bodies in the room where they were previously.

The guards were at a loss for a moment, but the reporters rushed over like vultures smelling the stench of a rotting corpse. When they saw the naked bodies of the noble sons, they screamed continuously. Ignoring the guards' obstruction, they quickly filmed and recorded what they saw and heard and wrote a report.

The decadent life of the hereditary aristocrats has always been their favorite topic. It is conceivable that the sales of their newspapers will increase several times in the next few days.

To this end, these reporters would naturally not hesitate to be beaten by the guards in order to capture first-hand intelligence.

While the guards and reporters were fighting each other inside the theater, Hawthorne was outside, actively and gracefully accepting interviews from the reporters.

He talked eloquently, saying that he came to appreciate art tonight with his newly-made aristocratic friends. Two or three hours ago, some people were planning to rest, but someone suddenly set fire to the theater on purpose.

He then used magic to put out most of the flames, and fought a fierce battle with the culprit of the night, a red, flying demon, before he was able to control the situation without causing too many casualties - and as for the nobles who unfortunately died at the hands of the devil, he could only express his apologies.

As for the gossip about the nobles and the dancers, he said that it was completely false and was just a smear campaign. At least he had never seen such ugly behavior before, and hoped that everyone would not believe in rumors or spread them maliciously...

Of course, he said so, but how many people actually believed it is another matter.

In short, Hawthorne stayed at the scene to be interviewed, answering all the reporters' questions until almost dawn.

When he attracted the attention of most people, few people noticed that during this period, the battle sisters had quietly evacuated. At the same time, they also secretly took away some girls who originally belonged to various folk dance troupes...

The next day.

The tragedy at the Casalante Theater made headlines in major newspapers, and instantly caused an uproar throughout the city. People almost unanimously believed that this was a corrupt party within the hereditary aristocracy, and that the death was their own fault. Some radicals even proposed a thorough investigation, including whether their families and fathers were clean.

There are naturally people behind this, fanning the flames. After all, in a city dominated by multinational corporations, these local dignitaries are such an eyesore. Times have changed, and it is best for the nobles to hand over all their power as soon as possible and give their positions to more powerful people...

Naturally, the powerful were unwilling to accept this situation. They denied all malicious speculations and stated that they would severely punish those who spread rumors and cause trouble in order to safeguard the reputation and dignity of the nobles.

The two sides quarreled fiercely, however, this was just the beginning, and the real bloody fight had not yet begun.

At the same time, in the Mithril District, in the castle of the Casarant family.

boom--!

"asshole!"

Madam Casalant smashed the wine glass in her hand with all her might, and cursed angrily, her fat body trembling with anger.

She couldn't understand why such a huge mistake happened when she was carrying out the party that she was already familiar with and the well-thought-out and foolproof plan of decadence!

Is fate deliberately targeting her? Or is there someone secretly working against her?

She didn't know, but anyway, now, she didn't get the spellcasting ability she dreamed of, her property suffered heavy losses, other nobles were almost all at odds with her family, and even Regolas had lost contact...

Lost miserably!

She was extremely angry and wanted to retaliate, destroy, and vent something, but she didn't know where to start and could only be furious.

At this moment, a voice suddenly entered her mind: "Are you Madam Casalante, Regolas' former partner?"

Madam Casalante looked up suddenly: "Who, who is talking?"

"Look behind." The voice continued. Mistress Casalant quickly turned her head and saw in the mirror behind her a tall devil who was nearly three meters tall, red all over, with two thick horns curving upwards above his eyebrows. He was sitting on the sofa opposite her, crossing his legs, looking at her with a smile.

She turned her head and looked back again, but there was no one sitting on the sofa opposite her.

She had no choice but to turn her head and look at the devil with caution: "Who are you?"

"I am Murphy." The tall devil said, "Regolas has gone back. I will personally meet you later."

Madam Casalant raised her eyebrows and sneered, "Heh, here comes another one. What, are you going to say that the promises made by Regolas before are invalid and need to be rescinded and everything needs to be recalculated all over again?"

The tall devil looked faintly: "What did Regolas promise you?"

Madam Casalant sneered: "Didn't he tell you? Then the handover between you two is really crude!"

"What he promised me was magic. Powerful magic! A powerful magic that would allow me to turn the entire villa into an ice sculpture with just a stretch of my hand!"

Chapter 504 Little Lisa's New Discovery (I)

The tall devil raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, this is what you want." He said, "Well, no problem. I can share some of my power with you right now."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a blue light emerged, shooting out from the mirror and then injected into the heart of Mistress Casalant.

The fat woman suddenly felt an extremely cold force invading her body. Not only her flesh, but also her internal organs seemed to be twitching due to the cold.

At one point, she almost thought she was going to die here. But soon, she found that she had adapted to the cold and could even control it freely!

At this time, the devil in the mirror spoke: "I can only share this much power with you this time. If I share more, you will really be frozen to death."

Madam Casalant did not reply. She looked down at the palm of her hand. Her mind moved, and then, boundless cold air condensed, and a football-sized ice ball formed in her palm.

She vaguely realized the power of this ice ball, and her eyes widened immediately: "I... I can cast a spell now?!"

Then, she looked up at the demon who called himself "Murphy" in the mirror, her eyes filled with uncontrollable fanaticism.

Every time she mentioned using spellcasting ability as a reward, Regolas would find ways to make excuses and offer other rewards as a substitute, and was determined not to share his spellcasting ability with her.

She thought that the new contact in front of her would be the same, but she never expected that this guy would be so generous and give her the power she had always dreamed of with just a wave of his hand!

From today on, she is also a noble spellcaster, a true superior person in this world!

Under the intense excitement of many years, she couldn't help but kneel on one knee and said loudly: "Sir, if you have any request, please let me know. The Casalante family will do its best to serve you!"

The demon who called himself "Murphy" nodded and continued, "Very good. Then, first of all, please help me investigate something about the local church and the miracles that have occurred..."

"We must investigate clearly which powerful god's chosen one has appeared in this city..."

……

The outside world is still turbulent, but no matter how chaotic the outside world is, the monastery is always as peaceful as a paradise. In the residential area next to the monastery, little Lisa and her mother Malena still live a carefree life.

Today is Saturday, and little Lisa doesn't need to go to the monastery to study. Now that she has recovered her health, she is no longer as quiet and introverted as before, but becomes lively and obsessed with running around like crazy every day.

With the magic awakened in her blood, there were only a handful of people in the entire slums of Nangang District who could pose a threat to her. So, at first, Malena was a little worried, but later she was too lazy to care and just let her be.

The little girl then became more and more unscrupulous in Nangang District. She would run around everywhere every weekend, carefully hiding herself with magic, and then causing chaos everywhere, with no peace.

Today was no exception. After finishing breakfast and putting down her bowl, little Lisa thoughtfully helped her mother clean up the dishes, then turned around, stepped out of the house with her two thin legs, and said, "I'm going out to play, Mom!"

Malena looked at her back lovingly, said "Be careful" as usual, and then went about her own business.

She needed to tidy up her appearance as someone might come over later.

In the slums, little Lisa was having fun freely. She had many friends here, because now that she could use magic power, she could hardly find any rivals here.

She then learned the ideas of Hawthorne and the nuns - in fact, there was no deliberate indoctrination, it was completely taught by example - and then she helped the weak and fought against the strong, helping the younger children to fight against the older bullies, beating them until they were convinced, and thus gathered many friends around her.

And now, she was just about to find her little friends and see what fun things there would be today.

The early spring sunshine was quite bright, and it was warm on people. Little Lisa hummed a nursery rhyme she had learned from somewhere, and skipped along the dirty streets of the slums.

But soon, her cheerful steps gradually stopped and her excited mood gradually cooled.

She felt the magic power in her body surging. According to the experience Father Hawthorne had taught her, this either meant that her power was further awakening, or that a dangerous presence was approaching, causing her mind and magic power to become tense.

But what kind of dangerous existence could it be?

Little Lisa didn't understand. She slowed down her pace, looked around with her big eyes, and then saw from afar that at the end of the street corner, a tall and mighty human male wearing a tight black cloak with evil blood-red patterns like blood vessels was walking slowly along the street.

The moment she saw the man, little Lisa felt all the hairs on her body stand up, her heart was pounding, and her blood was burning wildly!

This...this, I suddenly feel so excited!

This must be what the priest said. This is the reaction that people would have when they are in danger. That person is very dangerous, very, very dangerous!

She still didn't understand what this restlessness coming from deep in her blood meant. She had a wrong understanding of it because of Hawthorne's past teachings.

At this moment, she saw the tall figure in the distance slowly turn his head and look towards her.

"!"

The nervous emotion stimulated little Lisa's nerves. The next second, she couldn't help but blurt out a word: "Dimension Door!"

hum-

The silvery-white light of teleportation magic enveloped her small body, and the next moment, she disappeared without a trace.

At the end of the street, Shapiro, who had just felt his blood responding, turned his head towards Lisa, but only saw a white light slowly disappearing.

He frowned immediately, somewhat unable to understand what was going on.

Is the induction wrong?

Or was there some other malfunction?

He didn't know, but then he shook his head slightly and continued to search for his missing relatives in the slums of Nangang District.

On the other side, white light flashed, and little Lisa was still in shock, gasping for breath. At the moment, her mind was blank, and she couldn't think of anything. The only thought left in her mind was to get to a safe place quickly!

Then, she appeared in... where is this?

It was pitch black all around, with a faint scent of wood and soapberry powder. Little Lisa sniffed carefully and immediately determined that this was the smell of clothes washed by her mother.

Well, and my own.