Witch Monastery

Thinking of this, Hawthorne nodded slightly, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Very good, this is the effect I want!"

After taking a deep breath, he continued, "It's not convenient for me to show up. Cuibisi, you should find a way to handle this matter. Secretly tell the reporters in the Muse District that I specifically protected some dancers, and then ask them to come to the Nangang District to interview me!"

As he said this, the smile on his face revealed a certain cruelty: "Are you asking me for someone? Sure, but first consider whether you can afford the subsequent turmoil!"

Cuibisi nodded repeatedly, and feeling her master's emotions, she also gradually became excited.

But then, she had some new worries: "But after this, how are you going to accept interviews? No matter how you refuse, it will damage your image..."

"After all, you are now a member of the aristocracy. Those reporters may come to discredit you when they see that you are not cooperating..."

Hearing this, Hawthorne hesitated for a moment and said, "Then I won't accept the interview, how about that?"

Cuibisi nodded: "Okay, but what's the reason for rejecting it?"

Hawthorne fell into deep thought again. After a moment, an idea suddenly occurred to him: "Or

Just use the same excuse as before and say I'm investigating demons."

"Well, these guys are minions of the consortium. They only care about how to attack the interests of the noble group. They don't pay much attention to the demons and cult members who have been eliminated."

"Yes, just say that I'm investigating this matter and don't have time to be interviewed about these gossips!"

Cuibisi's eyes lit up and she nodded repeatedly: "Okay! Then, I will deal with those reporters, and you can hide behind the scenes and wait for my results!"

……

Mithril District, Amkasla's house, in the study.

The current Minister of Transport, Grant Amkasla, was sitting on a chair, reading a newspaper. Next to him, Anno, wearing light home clothes, pouted and looked unhappy.

Of course she was unhappy. When she was woken up that night, she thought Hawthorne had been attacked and was in extreme danger, so she was worried about him.

Later she found out that the performance that night was nominally for artistic enlightenment, but in reality...

Although she knew that he had prevented a huge conspiracy that was most likely related to the Devil Archduke, Anno still felt very unhappy when she thought about what her boyfriend was going to do.

But compared to her little emotion, her father's focus was obviously on another thing: "I didn't expect that Hawthorne is such a sensible child..."

An Nuo curled his lips: "What's so sensible about him? Can a sensible person go to a place like that?"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn't help but kick the chair leg under her butt, as if to vent her little emotions.

Grant smiled and said, "Just to make friends. Besides, he didn't do anything bad in the end, right?"

As he said this, he handed the newspaper to An Nuo: "The most important thing is that he is very sensible and took control of those girls at the first opportunity."

"In this way, all the accusations against the nobles of excessive debauchery will be without evidence. The nobles' reputation will be protected, and they will not lose their power under pressure from all sides."

As he said this, he sighed: "My friends should be thanking him, but unfortunately, some old guys just can't see the situation clearly and put pressure on him to hand over the girls he controls."

"How ridiculous! They are not the only ones who will bear the consequences..."

An Nuo lowered her head and said nothing. Suddenly, a strange confusion popped up in her mind.

Did Hawthorne really do this to preserve the reputation and power of the nobles?

Or does he... have other plans?

She felt that things were not as her father said, and she wanted to go directly to Hawthorne to ask.

But when he thought of what he had done, An Nuo's face suddenly fell again. He felt very uncomfortable and was unwilling to talk to him.

Meanwhile, Grant looked at her sulking and suddenly laughed: "If you are still angry, use this as an excuse to punish him or ask him to buy you a small gift."

"It's impossible for me to really break up with him anyway. This is a good opportunity for you to take the initiative, girl!"

An Nuo curled her lips and was about to say, "I don't want this," but when she opened her mouth, an idea suddenly occurred to her.

Wait, before, when my mother, aunt, and sisters-in-law got furious and cried and made a fuss because of the Amazons, were they actually pretending in order to fight for the right to speak?

……

Another villa, the home of Bernard Woolley.

"I was indeed right!"

In the study, Bernard's father, an old man with a fat chin and gray hair, was holding a newspaper and said with emotion: "That Earl Hawthorne really has a bright future, as can be seen from this incident!"

"He was quicker than any of us. He controlled all the girls on the night of the incident and did not allow reporters to interview them. He made sure nothing went wrong."

He sighed with emotion. Bernard, who was standing beside him, smiled and said, "This shows that you are good at judging people. When others were still angry and thinking about suppressing him, you had already seen his potential and started to win him over!"

He was in a very good mood because of this incident. He felt that he was gradually becoming more important in his father's heart and had more say in the family from a young child who was not valued in the family.

In the chair, his father laughed at Bernard's flattery.

"Anyway, this is a good thing," he concluded. "Don't let their lives get in the way and end up involving our family!"

……

In William's home, the unshaven sports minister was sitting on the sofa in the living room, smoking with a frown on his face.

Beside him, the fat woman hugged his arm and cried, "Master, William is such a sensible child, you have seen it all... The murderer must pay with blood!"

The man blew out a smoke ring when he heard that, his eyes gradually became fiercer: "I hope that Earl Hawthorne can understand the current situation and not ignore the law and shield the murderer just to satisfy his cheap sympathy!"

……

Casarante's house.

"Try to control Hawthorne?"

In the secret room, looking at the huge evil demon in the mirror, Madam Casalant was shocked: "This... the previous turmoil hasn't subsided yet, and we have to..."

After all, the accident happened in her theater, so the situation is now very unfavorable to them, whether it is the public opinion or the complicated relationships among the nobles.

It could even be said that she was struggling now. Although Mephistopheles had given her great strength, it did not allow her to immediately gain powerful brain power and the resources to deal with these problems - not to mention that she had also lost the black glove, Shannasa, which meant that she had even fewer cards to play.

Whenever she thought of this incident, her hatred for Hawthorne increased. She also wanted to take revenge on this guy as soon as possible, but the reality did not allow it.

In the mirror, Mephistopheles said, "But he is crucial. He is related to the real reason why the plan failed that night, who set the fire, and the real cause of Regolas' death."

He did not mention the fact that Regolas' soul had been erased, and continued, "So I hope you can find a way to bring him here. I want to study him carefully."

Madam Casalant fell into deep thought: "It shouldn't be difficult to bring him here. We are not hostile to each other on the surface. He probably doesn't know about my relationship with Regolas and the Sannasa Guild, but we can't say we have any friendship either..."

As she said this, she sorted out her thoughts and suddenly her eyes lit up: "I have an idea. I can call him over as a reason to thank him!"

Mephistopheles looked down at her and asked, "What do you mean?"

Madam Casalant continued, "That's right. After that night, he brought some dancers who might be involved in the incident back to his monastery. This made many nobles dissatisfied and thought that he was shielding the criminals, but it also made many people think that he was not bad, because without this key evidence, many scandals and accusations had no evidence."

"I can use this as a starting point to thank him for protecting these key witnesses, so I want to invite him to my house for dinner and further cooperate..."

Chapter 510 Scolding the Reporter

Madam Casalant fantasized about the plan, feeling proud of her own cleverness. In the mirror, the incarnation of Mephistopheles' eyes lit up, and then he said anxiously: "Then he must come, he is a very crucial role!"

He was a little anxious, and his long experience made him realize immediately that the dancers hidden by Hawthorne were actually human girls who had signed a soul contract with him!

If this Hawthorne is really the guy who has the ability to directly erase Regolas' soul, then it can be imagined that there is a high probability that this person also has a way to deal with the soul contracts on these girls!

After all, the difficulty of the latter is much lower than that of the former!

If that were true, then Mephistopheles would not be able to eat the souls of those girls who voluntarily fell, and it would be a huge loss for him to send this incarnation to the material world!

So now, this matter has become extremely urgent. The incarnation of the devil is determined to find out what happened to Hawthorne!

"You must study him carefully!" he concluded, "and you must also take control of all the dancers he protects!"

Madam Casalant nodded: "Understood, I will prepare it now!"

She stood up and turned to leave. In the mirror, Mephistopheles' eyes flickered, and a trace of greed emerged in his heart.

But on the other hand, if he really was a powerful sorcerer who had awakened the bloodline of a powerful true god and was favored by his ancestors, then his energy alone would be enough to make his trip pay off.

Even, there is some profit!

Oh, hope everything goes well...

……

At the same time, at the gate of the monastery, facing several reporters gathered here, Cui Bisi, who was wearing thick nun clothes, raised her eyebrows and put her hands on her hips. She did not have the gentleness and tranquility that a nun should have. Instead, she looked sharp and aggressive: "Do you think I don't know what you think? Are you kidding? Which newspaper reporter have I not seen? I have seen a lot of them. I am already a veteran!"

"You guys only know how to make a big news story, saying that Earl Hawthorne is going to cover up these crimes, and then criticize him!"

Many reporters were scolded so hard that they could not open their eyes and lowered their heads. Suddenly, a brave man in the crowd said, "But, isn't his current behavior a cover-up? Hiding those girls in the convent and not allowing them to be interviewed, isn't this covering up the crimes of those nobles?"

Seeing someone taking the lead, someone else immediately spoke up: "Yes, yes, the ministerial change is coming soon. If we can't take this opportunity to bring down those evil and corrupt bureaucrats and allow them to continue to hold power, who knows how many people will be harmed in the future!"

"Yeah, yeah, so just let us in and interview those girls!"

The reporters begged, Cui Bisi raised her eyebrows, then stretched out her hand, pointed at the reporter who spoke first and angrily said: "If there is any deviation in Jiang Lai's report, you will be held responsible, Min Bai?!"

"I have emphasized many times that the priest kept them here to investigate the devil! They may have clues related to the cultists. They were not allowed to show up to avoid alerting the cultists, not for the dirty gossip in your mind!"

As she said this, she revealed

A mocking smile, "How ridiculous! Where were you guys when the demons invaded and the evil cults were causing trouble? You were hiding behind the scenes. How many of you went to the battlefield to report the movements of the Abyss Lord? How many of you went undercover in the evil cult to find out the true identity of these demon believers?"

"You are clearly just trying to make some money from the gossip, but you insist on packaging yourself as someone who is righteous and awe-inspiring, even going so far as to slander the hero who banished the Abyss Lord and truly protected this city!"

After this angry scolding, he turned around, opened the monastery door, slammed it and left, leaving these people standing at the door, looking at each other in bewilderment.

But in the end, they had no better choice but to leave quietly.

At this time, inside the monastery, in the third-level training room, Hawthorne, who had finished his routine training, walked to the bathroom and took a nice shower. Then he changed into new clothes and walked to the restaurant to prepare for dinner.

Cuibis had already placed several newspapers for him at his usual seat, including not only newspapers from the Times Group, the largest and most popular newspaper in Port Liber, but also various tabloids with their own characteristics.

He wants to use these to understand the direction of public opinion and whether his strategy is effective.

At present, the situation is quite encouraging. A week has passed since the incident at the Casa Lante Theater, and there are signs of a reversal in public opinion.

Some newspapers have begun to question whether the Silver Party exists at all, and this is clearly a murder organized by a cult group. After all, Earl Hawthorne, who took the initiative to accept the interview, and many guards said that a demon appeared at the scene and set the fire, so it should also be the murder.

This means that my strategy is about to succeed.

After all, no matter how unanimously the newspapers and magazines tried to smear the aristocratic group, they only repeated the same few sentences over and over again, all of which were speculations. Without key witnesses and concrete evidence, readers would soon get tired of it and begin to question the authenticity of their statements.

As long as the parties involved cannot be interviewed and the arguments used to discredit the nobles cannot convince the public, public opinion will naturally reverse gradually and the situation of the entire aristocratic group will improve a lot.

Those who are a little more sensible would realize that the key is to let him continue to supervise these dancers and prevent outsiders from interviewing them, and naturally they would not hold them accountable.

In this way, the girls' crisis was resolved.

Fortunately, everything is moving in the expected direction with no major deviations.

In this way, these innocent people can continue to live their lives - although the next life may be a path they never imagined.

He was thinking this, and then the door of the restaurant opened, and Cuibisi, looking a little tired, walked in.

Huo Sang quickly stood up, went over to support her body, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work. Did those reporters embarrass you again?"

Faced with such a backlash in public opinion, those journalists who intended to discredit the aristocratic group naturally set their sights on him, hoping that he would release the girls so that they could interview them.

In order to protect his image, Hawthorne naturally chose not to meet with any reporters. These guys were all unscrupulous for gimmicks and sales. If he showed up, even if his words were flawless, they would inevitably be taken out of context and cause a lot of trouble.

So whenever there were reporters coming to his house, Cuibisi would go and respond with the excuses she had prepared in advance. After all, Cuibisi was much less well-known than him, so even if the reporters made up stories, it would be difficult to really discredit him.

Moreover, with her sharp tongue, she could easily deal with these reporters. However, the other party was outnumbered and took turns to attack. Even with the witch's physical strength and energy, it was inevitable that she would feel tired.

Fortunately, she withstood the pressure, so we have this good situation now.

Looking at Hawthorne's worried expression, Cuibisi smiled and hugged him with her backhand: "Not tired, Master, it's just dealing with a few mortals, my ability is more than enough."

"Besides, our Nangang District is remote, the roads are difficult to travel, and the environment is poor. Many reporters don't plan to come again after visiting once, so I don't feel that much pressure."

She showed a proud expression, and Hawthorne reached out and gently stroked her hair: "That's hard work, dear."

Cuibisi put her head against his chest and paused for a moment before continuing, "However, this afternoon, someone did send me an invitation letter, which seemed to be from the Casalante family. But there were reporters there at the time, and I was busy dealing with them. The letter was not expedited, so I didn't show it to you right away."

As she spoke, she reached into her clothes and pulled out an unopened envelope: "This is it, Master, take a look."

Chapter 511: Invitation from the Casarant Family

Hawthorne frowned immediately: "Give me the invitation letter from the Casarant family?"

“Is this… not a mistake?”

He was a little bit unconvinced, so he reached out to take the letter, opened it, and then read it slowly. Cuibis also came to his side, put her arm around his waist, and read it slowly with him.

After reading the above content, Hawthorne suddenly realized: In fact, what was written above was very simple. It was that the Casalante family was grateful to Hawthorne for hiding those dancers and not allowing them to be interviewed by reporters. Therefore, there was no more direct evidence to support the many scandals about the aristocracy and the Casalante Theater.

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The Casalante family's network of relationships, reputation, power, etc. were thus preserved. The Casalante mistress was very grateful and said that there might be some minor misunderstandings between the two parties before, so she wanted to take this opportunity to host a banquet for him at home to resolve the misunderstanding, repair the relationship, and even reach some deeper cooperation.