Witch Monastery

After reading the above, Cuibisi was the first to laugh: "It seems that the Casalante family is quite sensible! Knowing that you are powerful, they hurried over to please you?"

Huo Sang nodded with a smile: "Of course, their family is in dire straits now. The situation that had finally improved has become difficult again after this incident, and they are now in trouble both internally and externally, hehe..."

As he was smiling like this, his nerves suddenly jumped and he felt that something was wrong.

Although according to the nature of the nobles, it was not uncommon for them to appear harmonious and drink happily on the surface, but to kill each other in secret.

However, the Casalant family, which can collude with the devil and collude with criminal organizations such as the Sannasa Guild, does not look like a law-abiding, traditional noble family that legitimately strikes its opponents with legal means...

Want to go?

He was a little unsure for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Cuibisi beside him: "Should we go over there?"

Cuibisi was about to say, "Why not go?" But seeing Hawthorne's serious expression, she thought about it and added some embellishments to her words: "Indeed, this family may have evil intentions."

"But, based on past experience, as long as Sister Xilin and I go with you, their family will definitely not be able to threaten you anymore."

"So, I think there is no reason for us not to go this time. What do you think?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Hawthorne's expression cautiously, her heart pounding nervously, fearing that her ideas would be completely contrary to his - if so, she would really be inferior to Heidi in all aspects.

Fortunately, to her relief, Hawthorne showed a thoughtful expression and nodded: "That's right, with our current level, we don't have to worry about them doing anything bad."

Thinking about this, he felt a little distressed when he saw Cuibisi's tired expression, so he said, "In that case, let's go together this time. Cuibisi, go and tell Celine that you and her will accompany me this time. Let's take a good look at what tricks these people are up to!"

Cuibisi heaved a long sigh of relief, and then showed a delighted expression: "Okay, Master!"

She then turned around and went to inform Celine in person. Hawthorne stroked his chin, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this matter was strange.

wrong……

Oh, that's right, the Casarant family would never have imagined that I not only knew Regolas, but also knew all his information and secrets.

So they must think that I know nothing about the demon that appeared in the theater, and I can't guess its connection with the Casarant family, so naturally I won't be hostile to them.

However, I took in these girls who had signed a contract with the devil. Others may not know their secrets, but the Casarant family should know...

Could it be that... the Casarant family was not the mastermind behind the murder of so many noble children?

Were they actually deceived by Regolas?

This seems to be the idea. After all, if they really killed so many noble children, their own family would not have a good ending either - unless Madam Casalant was completely crazy, but it was obviously not the case at the moment...

Hawthorne didn't know. It was just his guess and he had no real evidence to support it.

Therefore, guesses are just guesses and cannot serve as guidelines for subsequent actions.

However, if these people were really just trying to please him, Hawthorne wouldn't mind maintaining a superficial peace. After all, Malena really didn't want to revive the family and regain power, so even if she defeated the Casarant family, it seemed that there would be no tangible benefits.

But, if the mistress actually harbors evil intentions...

Well, it might be hard to say before, but now, at least from the information known to the Casarant family, there shouldn’t be much of a threat.

Even if there is, as long as she is still hosting banquets in Liber Harbor, she will not be considered a threat.

Holding the token of the Lady of the Black Staff, Hawthorne made up his mind.

……

The agreed day, at night, in the Mithril District.

Hawthorne's carriage slowly stopped in front of the gate of the Casarant family. The guard standing guard at the gate saw his mark and immediately sent someone to report. So when Hawthorne got off the carriage, he saw two middle-aged nobles wearing luxurious velvet long-sleeved coats, walking towards the door surrounded by a group of maids.

One of the two was a short and skinny man with a moustache and extremely gloomy eyes. It was obvious that he was a quiet person. The woman was tall and fat, with a very wide waist. She wore heavy makeup. The thick powder made her face look pale, and with her big blood-red lips, she looked like a demon that had just eaten a human being. It was terrifying.

Seeing Hawthorne coming, the two men stepped through the door. The woman spoke first, laughing like a barbell: "Hahahaha, I've heard that Earl Hawthorne is extraordinary, but today I feel that the rumors are still too conservative!"

She loudly praised Hawthorne's appearance and demeanor, and the latter responded with a smile, not taking it seriously: "Thank you, but I still have a lot of shortcomings and need to improve.

I need to learn more from you all.”

Behind him, Cuibis also slowly got out of the car, followed him, and gave Madam Casalante an elegant smile. She did not wear the heavy and cumbersome nun's clothes today, but changed into a smart and close-fitting black suit, with her long pink hair tied in a ponytail behind her head. This made her look energetic, capable, handsome and heroic, with the demeanor of a strong woman.

Hawthorne then introduced her to Madam Casalant, saying that she was his secretary, who had been dealing with the harassment of reporters on his behalf these days. Madam Casalant naturally heard the hidden meaning, and immediately expressed great admiration for Cuibisi, and enthusiastically pulled the two of them into the manor first.

Although it is the Mithril District where every inch of land is valuable, Casalant's home still has a large area of ​​green shade and tall and precious sycamore trees planted. It is not for practical use but only for appreciation, which shows its luxury.

Hawthorne and Cuibis followed the Casarant couple, surrounded by beautifully dressed girls, along the cobblestone path, and arrived at the main entrance of the Casarant Villa.

Pushing open the door, Hawthorne saw a banquet hall with a brown cashmere carpet embroidered with golden maple leaves and a ceiling decorated with colorful crystal glazed lamps.

Hawthorne and the others took off their shoes, wearing only socks, stepped on the soft carpet, and then walked into the restaurant next door. On the huge marble round table, a steaming hot dinner was already prepared, with hard dishes such as whole roast chicken, roast duck, and roast goose, as well as flavorful dishes such as salad and caviar. The red wine on the table had been opened in advance to sober up and ferment, and the air was filled with an intoxicating fragrance.

Further in front of the dining table, there was a small stage that seemed to be specially built so that they could enjoy the wonderful performance while dining at the Casarant family.

Led by Madam Casalant, Hawthorne and the others sat down one by one and picked up their knives and forks to eat. Cuibisi sat beside Hawthorne, took a sip of red wine, and suddenly raised her eyebrows, then glanced at Madam Casalant with her peripheral vision, her mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a hint of sneer on her thin lips.

But she said nothing, pretended nothing had happened, and continued eating.

Afterwards, the Casalante family’s housekeeper walked behind the stage and ordered the girls who had been waiting backstage for a long time to come on stage one by one. They danced gracefully to the ethereal and pleasant music, which was refreshing.

Chapter 512: Fainted, and then...

Everyone at the round table ate and drank while enjoying the specially prepared performance. Madam Casalante smiled and chatted with Hawthorne from time to time, talking about many interesting things in the city, and Hawthorne responded with witty remarks, as if the two were not enemies, but good friends who had known each other for many years, and both the host and the guests were very happy.

Time passed by, and in the blink of an eye, nearly three hours had passed. Hawthorne was still not drunk at all, but to show respect, he pretended to be tipsy.

After glancing at the clock on the wall, he prepared to get up and say goodbye: "Thank you, Madam Casalant, for your hospitality tonight, but it's really getting late now, so..."

As he said this, Madam Casalant on the other side became visibly anxious. She also stood up and tried to persuade him to stay: "Mr. Hawthorne, please stay! Ah, please sit down first. There is one thing I have not discussed with you in detail."

Beside Hawthorne, Cuibis looked at her figure and sneered secretly in her heart. Hawthorne sat down again and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's like this, Earl Hawthorne, actually I invited you here tonight and I have a request for you," said Madam Casalant.

Hawthorne's expression changed: "Please speak."

"Yes, that's right, Count Hawthorne." Madam Casalant seemed to be weighing her words. "We are very grateful that you can protect the girls involved and prevent them from being harassed by those reporters who are best at making up stories."

"But, among those girls, there are quite a few who are actually important members of my dance troupe. In order to prepare for the next performance, each of them needs to undergo rigorous rehearsals, but now..."

She said with an awkward smile: "Many of the leading actors are with you, which really delays normal artistic creation."

"So, I want to ask, can you find a time to send those girls to my manor and let me protect them?"

Madam Casalant suggested this, looking very cautious, as if she really had something to ask for sincerely.

Hawthorne naturally couldn't agree to this. Hearing this, he immediately looked embarrassed: "It's not that I don't want them to go home. In fact, so many girls gathered in my monastery have a negative impact on our daily work and training."

"But the problem is, I really don't dare to let them go out now." Then, he changed the subject, "Now, there are many reporters watching my monastery every day, both openly and secretly."

"If I really have the idea of ​​transporting them out, these guys will definitely rush over and ask a lot of questions. I can't drive them away violently. I'm afraid that by then, they will ask me something even if there is nothing wrong..."

He said this in such an awkward way, but finally shook his head: "Sorry, I really don't have the confidence to handle this matter properly. So, I can only ask you to wait for a while, wait until the heat of this matter has completely passed, and those reporters no longer ask questions, I will send them to you immediately.

. "

He refused so solemnly. Madam Casalant gritted her teeth secretly, but still had a gentle smile on her face: "Earl Hawthorne is very thoughtful. I was a little too careless!"

Having said this, she continued, "It seems a little too late today. How about Father Hawthorne and Miss Cuibis staying here for one night?"

Hawthorne waved his hand and declined, "No, no, thank you for your kindness, Madam, but I still have many things to deal with in the monastery, and I can't stay here for too long..."

And at this moment, Cuibisi's murmur suddenly sounded in his mind.

Then, his eyelids twitched wildly, and finally his body tilted and he fell on the table, as if he had lost consciousness.

Next to Hawthorne, Cuibis also tilted her head and lay down beside Hawthorne, falling into a deep sleep like him.

Across the round table, Madam Casalant covered her chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "I was so scared, I thought I bought fake medicine!"

Then, looking at the two people sleeping like dead pigs, she couldn't help but curse inwardly: "These two are really stubborn! The first sip of wine he drank was mixed with drugs, but it's been three hours and he just fell asleep!"

"I thought this medicine wouldn't work on him, and I was worried for a long time!"

She complained like this, then got off the chair, walked to Hawthorne, turned his head around, looked at his profile, and cursed: "What a pretty boy, I don't know who you are hanging out with, everyone who sees you looks up to you!"

Behind her, her thin, taciturn husband looked up and said, "Can I go now?"

Madam Casalante waved her hands impatiently and said, "Go away, go away and play with your little toys!"

The man then stood up and walked towards his room. Madam Casalante took a deep breath and said, "Guards, come here! Move Hawthorne to the basement. I will deal with him myself later!"

Several guards came in and lifted up Hawthorne, who was sleeping like a dead pig, limp and motionless, letting them do whatever they wanted.

At this moment, one of her sons came over and looked at Cuibisi who was sleeping soundly, his eyes gleaming with lust: "Mother, how about this woman..."

"No." Madam Casalant naturally knew what her son was thinking, and immediately said, "After all, he is now a noble, and everyone knows that he is coming to my house for a banquet, so he and his entourage must not get into any trouble."

"Find her a random room and settle her down. After Lord Murphy finishes examining the man, I still have to explain to him that he drank too much last night, blacked out, fell asleep, and then spent the night in my house!"

As she said this, she sneered and continued, "Well, he also got drunk and slept with several of our dancers, taking full advantage!"

"But I don't mind. This matter has passed. But he must not suffer any loss, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with this matter later!"

Tonight, all the girls who performed at the party were prepared by her for Hawthorne. She had made plans that any girl he clearly expressed his appreciation for tonight would be sent to his bed later.

This is how the aristocratic struggle is viewed by Madam Casalante. She has used similar methods to deal with many of her allies or enemies.

But everyone sees the truth but doesn't say anything. In the end, no one really suffers any loss, and everyone won't fall out over such things.

Her son was naturally upset, so he had to suppress his thoughts. He ordered a few guards to come in and move Cuibisi to a guest room.

As for himself, he had no choice but to return to his room and call another dancer tonight as a substitute to relieve his sexual desire.

Cuibisi seemed to be deeply poisoned and slept like a dead pig, allowing two people to carry her all the way to the second floor, where she stayed in a clean and tidy small guest room.

The two guards put her on the bed and prepared to leave, asking the maid to help her get on the bed. When one of them turned to leave, the other suddenly grabbed his hand.

"No, you really endured such a beautiful woman when the mistress asked you to?" A guard suddenly said, "Ask yourself, are you still a man?"

The other guard's face suddenly became hesitant: "But, she is also an important guest of the mistress. If we are discovered later, we might..."

"What are you afraid of!" another person growled, "She was drugged and was sleeping so soundly, how could she feel anything? We're done with her, we just put her clothes back on, what's the problem?"

"Even if she wakes up in the middle, we can threaten her not to tell anyone about this, you stubborn idiot!"

This was the last straw that broke the camel's back. The other guard gritted his teeth, and his desire overcame his reason: "Okay, strip her naked!"

However, at this moment, Cuibisi suddenly opened her eyes, and her snake-like vertical pupils flashed with cold murderous intent.

In an instant, both of them felt a bone-chilling chill running through their bodies, as if the person staring at them was not a weak girl who had just woken up from a coma and was powerless, but a terrifying beast that was ready to devour its prey!

The next moment, a deadly and poisonous green cloud emerged and filled the entire room in the blink of an eye.

Chapter 513 Hawthorne's Bloodline Analysis Report

At the same time, in the basement, two guards put Hawthorne on a small blanket on the floor, then got up and left. Madam Casalant then came down alone, walked to a wall, and silently recited a magic spell, so that the wall opened silently and automatically, revealing the secret dark room of their home.

Madam Casalant stepped in first, and then the blanket under Hawthorne magically floated into the air and carried him into the dark room.

Inside, there was a huge mirror placed in the middle. In the mirror, the tall devil turned his head and looked over here: "Did you bring the person?"

Madam Casalante bowed her head quickly and said, "Yes, sir, I have put him to sleep and he will not wake up until the next day."

"Now, we can find out the secrets of him!"

The devil in the mirror nodded slightly, then walked out of the mirror. He did not use his three-meter-tall original image, as the ceiling of this basement was indeed a bit narrow.

He transformed into an ordinary demon descendant about 1.8 meters tall, and then walked to Huo Sang's side: "I only need a drop of his blood to analyze his bloodline."

It was unknown who was deliberately saying this to, but Hawthorne, who was lying on the flying carpet, did not move at all. The demon then stretched out his hand, and blue ice crystals appeared beside his hand, which soon condensed into a sharp lancet, a surgical tool specially designed for bloodletting therapy.

He placed the scalpel on Hawthorne's palm and gently cut a vein, and a drop of black venous blood slowly flowed out. Invisible magic wrapped around the drop of blood, and the wound on Hawthorne's hand healed automatically. The demon looked up, and the pupils began to flash with magical light, analyzing the composition and origin of the blood.

Madam Casalante lowered her head and waited for the devil to finish his work, not daring to breathe. Because the devil had given her the magic power she had always dreamed of, and with his transcendent demeanor, she now regarded him as her master from the bottom of her heart, and naturally did not dare to show any disrespectful attitude.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the secret room became eerily quiet. The demon named Murphy began to pace around in the secret room, with a look of obvious confusion on his face: "This shouldn't be..."

Finally, after about ten minutes, the magic light in his eyes dissipated: "I never thought that this would be the result..."

At this moment, a voice came from behind him: "How is my bloodline?"

Madam Casalant turned her head in horror and saw Hawthorne still lying on the flying carpet, holding his cheek with one hand and looking at the two of them with a smile.

Suddenly, the obese woman took a half step back and looked at him in surprise: "You, when did you wake up?!"

In contrast, Murphy seemed very calm: "Oh, you finally stop pretending?"

He had noticed early on that Hawthorne was not asleep, and the words just now were deliberately said to him, with the purpose of not letting him get stressed and letting him draw a drop of blood so that the components in it could be analyzed.

Huo Sang was also happy to do a free bloodline analysis, so he was not in a hurry to wake up immediately. Now hearing this, he immediately laughed: "Anyway, you have seen it, there is no point in me continuing to pretend, right?"

In fact, he had been awake all the time. The essence that Cuibisi had shared with him had given him the ability to be immune to almost all toxins, so he was naturally not affected by the sleeping pills bought by Mistress Casalant.

In fact, if Cuibisi hadn't reminded him later, he wouldn't have known that he had been drugged. In order to find out what this woman was up to, he decided to play along, pretending to be unconscious, and then being moved here by the Casalante family.

Next, it’s time to face off against the mastermind behind the scenes.