Witch Monastery

He took a carriage to Casarant's house last night. However, in the fire last night, the coachman was seriously burned and had to go to the hospital for treatment. As for the horses, some were burned to death, and those who were not dead were frightened and ran away to unknown places.

This means that he now has no carriage to ride, and he will have to resort to some tricks to return to Nangang District.

Just when he was extremely worried about this, a cry of surprise suddenly came from afar: "Hawthorne!"

Hawthorne turned his head when he heard the sound and saw a familiar luxurious carriage rumbling towards him. Then, a beautiful figure jumped down from above, rushed over, and hugged him.

It was none other than An Nuo.

She buried her head in his shoulder, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, soon wetting his shoulder.

Hawthorne hugged his beloved girlfriend with his backhand, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, so he gently patted her on the back: "Okay, don't cry, look, I'm fine, aren't I?"

Chapter 522 Hawthorne's Mistake

An Nuo didn't say anything, but just hugged him tighter again.

In fact, the night before going to the Casarant family for a dinner, Hawthorne sent her a message specifically asking her if she wanted to go with him.

But at that time, Annuo was still angry. When he saw Casalant's name, he couldn't help but get furious. He refused immediately and said that he would take someone else with him.

Unfortunately, because the two sides were communicating using the communication stone, Hawthorne did not realize her little emotion. He just thought that she was busy with other things, so he did not care and went with Cuibis and Celine.

Then, something no one expected happened. This morning, when Anno heard Vajra's announcement that she had exiled the devil archduke Mephistopheles at Casarant's house last night, he was stunned.

Worried about the safety of her lover, she quickly asked for leave, got on a carriage, found out his current location, and then urged the carriage to come.

Along the way, Annuo's heart was in her throat. Although her mind told her that he would be safe as long as Leila Silverhand was there, her emotions still made her dare not imagine the one in ten thousand bad possibility.

She was extremely worried, and only felt relieved when she saw with her own eyes that he was safe and sound.

Then, the emotions that had been pent up for a long time burst out, and she finally couldn't help but hug him and burst into tears.

Hawthorne patted Annuo on the back and comforted her for a long time before finally calming the girl down.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tears from her eyes. Seeing her red eyes, he couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch her delicate little nose: "Your face is all red from crying."

An Nuo curled his lips and stretched out his hand to pinch him: "It's because I'm worried about you. You always make me worry about you..."

The more she spoke, the lower her voice became, and in the end she almost leaned over to his ear and spoke in a voice that was almost a whisper and a coquettish tone.

Hawthorne held her little hand, looked at her face, and felt that he was truly surrounded by love. He suddenly felt extremely satisfied.

The sun in the east was getting higher and higher, and the sunlight began to become a little bit scorching. Without wasting time at the gate of the Mithril Palace, Hawthorne took her little hand and turned to the carriage: "The carriage I took when I came here was destroyed. Honey, can you take me home?"

An Nuo lowered his head, curled his lips, thought for a while, and finally he was in no mood to go back to the Black Rod Tower to continue training, so he said: "Well... okay, I just happened to have asked for leave, so I'll take you back."

Hawthorne kissed her on the cheek, and in front of everyone, Anno's face immediately turned red. Seeing this, Celine couldn't help but smile gently, while Cuibis was so jealous that her eyes almost burst into fire, and her back teeth were clattering, as if she wanted to eat Anno alive.

But in the end, she did not have an outburst. The four of them still got into the carriage together, Hawthorne and Anno sat in one row, and Celine and Tribis sat together, facing each other.

At this moment, An Nuo was still in a wonderful state of mind of surviving a disaster. For a moment, he was very relaxed. He hugged his waist, pressed tightly against his shoulders, and was unwilling to separate from him.

If it weren't for the last bit of rationality still pulling her back, she would probably have been unable to control herself and would have kissed Hawthorne deeply in front of Celine and the others.

The two talked about love and what happened last night. Knowing what she was worried about, Hawthorne tried to make the whole process as light as possible, focusing on describing how he had taken advantage of Mephistopheles and asked him to do a family tree mapping for him for free.

But even so, An Nuo still felt distressed when he heard it. From time to time, he would suddenly hold his hand tightly, his eyes full of worry.

In response, Hawthorne had no choice but to talk and comfort her, telling her not to worry.

Time passed quickly, and as the two were talking in low voices, in the blink of an eye, the carriage had arrived at the gate of the monastery.

The group got off the carriage one by one, and the driver consciously and familiarly drove the carriage to a nearby hotel. It can be said that he was ready to spend the night there.

Hawthorne and the others ignored his actions and returned to the monastery first, reported safety to everyone, asked everyone to return to their posts and not worry about themselves, then took Anno back to his room.

As soon as they came in, the two who could no longer hold back began to kiss at the door, putting their tongues into each other's mouths, licking and sucking each other greedily.

Hawthorne put his arms around her small waist, held her delicate body all the way to the bed, and then suddenly fell on the bed.

He pressed her body from the front, hugged and kissed her, and reached out to try to untie her clothes.

"no!"

However, at this moment, An Nuo suddenly reacted, pouted, and then stretched out his hand to push him away: "I'm still angry with you, don't touch me!"

Hawthorne was startled, then put on a pitiful expression: "Dear, I was wrong, please forgive me this time, okay?"

An Nuo still lowered his eyes, pretending to be unhappy: "Then tell me, where did you go wrong?"

Hawthorne choked.

In fact, he had no idea where he was wrong. Just now the girl was in a good mood and was willing to do anything, but why did her face suddenly turn gloomy, as if she was very angry?

He had many guesses in his mind, and then he chose the most reliable one, and said carefully: "I shouldn't have been so careless. I knew that the Casalante family might be in collusion with the devil and were not good people, but I still had the guts to attend the dinner..."

At this time, he didn't dare to mention that he was carrying the token of the Lady of the Black Staff, so he felt fearless in the entire Port of Liber, for fear that Annuo would scold him for being arrogant and then get angry with him.

However, unexpectedly, but also within reason, An Nuo shook his head and said, "That's not what I meant. None of us thought that the Casarant family would be so crazy. This is not your fault."

As she said this, she stared at Hawthorne's face and said, "So, you really can't remember what you did wrong?"

Seeing that she was also pretending to be angry, Hawthorne hugged her tightly and began to tickle her: "I... honey, I really didn't realize it, please tell me, okay? I will definitely correct it!"

Anno wanted to follow his father's instructions to calm him down, but seeing his expression, he couldn't help it and stretched out his hand to pinch and hit his arm: "Why did you go to a party like that?"

"Really, you, I didn't stop you...but you still went to hang out with those uneducated guys, and it was such a lewd party..."

Her tone was a little aggrieved, and her forced emotions were instantly broken, and Hawthorne suddenly realized!

Oh, so that’s what it is!

Oh yeah, how could I have forgotten about this!

Although I was indeed deceived, and in the end I was able to solve a big problem as an unexpected reward...

Tsk, but you don’t need to think too much about this matter, just tell the truth.

He thought so, and then said with an extremely aggrieved expression: "But, I was also deceived by that guy Bernard..."

"I had no idea what the essence of this kind of gathering was. I thought it was just a place to appreciate art, so I went there with an attitude of learning..."

Well, I'm sorry to trouble you, Bernard.

However, good friends are there to take the blame at times like these!

An Nuo was stunned: "You don't know?"

"Yes." Hawthorne lowered his eyes, his tone becoming extremely depressed, "How could I possibly know so much? I am just a commoner from the South Port District. I have been taught since I was a child how dignified, elegant and sacred the nobles are."

"I have always been ashamed of my low aesthetic taste. I hope to take this opportunity to improve my artistic accomplishment so that you won't despise me... How could I have known that there was such a side behind this..."

These words were true, and An Nuo's heart softened immediately. She quickly reached out and hugged him: "I have never disliked you, dear, but I dislike those people more, who do not do their work every day, and only know how to enjoy themselves with the money from their family..."

Looking at his depressed expression, she felt her heart ache: "I'm sorry, dear, I wronged you."

OK, done.

Huo Sang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this girl, Annuo, was really simple-minded. Her emotions were all written on her face, and anyone could tell at a glance.

He then put his hand to her cheek again and whispered, "For the last time, dear?"

An Nuo closed his eyes, enjoying the wonderful touch of his ears, and hummed: "No, there is no reason to make an exception..."

Hawthorne reached out and continued to undress her, saying, "But I really miss you, dear. From that night till now, you have been in my dreams..."

"This... this reason doesn't work. Let's try another one..." Annuo answered with his eyes closed and a hum.

"Well... I'm going to go to the mountains next to manage my fiefdom. By then, there will be hundreds of miles between us. I don't know when I'll make an exception next time..."

"Oh... well, that's acceptable."

As she said this, her coat had been completely taken off, leaving only a tight-fitting grey undershirt underneath.

Chapter 523 Leila's Reward

Hawthorne put his hand under her clothes and stroked her well-proportioned waist, enjoying the wonderful touch. At the same time, he slowly moved his hand upwards and touched the soft bra inside with his fingers.

He skillfully unbuttoned the bra on her back, then reached his big hands into her bra, sinking his five fingers deeply into the soft yet elastic breast flesh, kneading her breasts into various shapes.

Annuo's breathing became heavier. Every time Hawthorne's rough fingers brushed across the buds on the top of her chest, the tingling sensation made her extremely fascinated.

Her body began to react quickly as she had tasted the sweetness. She naturally became wet and her legs involuntarily clamped together, revealing her normal physiological desires.

Hawthorne lowered his head and kissed her lips again, his hands left her breasts and began to unbutton her lower body clothes. An Nuo cooperated with his movements, and the clothes were stripped off piece by piece smoothly. Soon, the small pink triangle underwear was also thrown to the side of the bed, and the entrance to the garden dripping with water was exposed to the air, waiting for him to enter.

Without delay, Hawthorne straightened his weapon, pushed open the beautiful lips between Anno's legs, arched his waist forward, and

It slid in smoothly and was completely immersed.

"what……"

An Nuo opened her pink lips and let out a soft moan. But then, she also skillfully thrust her waist to meet his impact. The pleasant sound of flesh colliding continued to echo in the room.

……

At the same time, in the Mithril Palace.

Leila Silverhand, wearing only a rose-purple pajamas, slumped on the soft white sofa in the reception room, flipping through the latest magic journal from the Magic University.

Before she could finish reading, accompanied by a magical white light, a woman with brown skin, wearing a formal black wizard robe and with long, curved amber horns on her head appeared in front of her. She was none other than the Black Staff Lady Vajera Safar.

As their relationship improved, Vajera had gained many privileges. Not only could she now freely enter and exit the Mithril Palace at any time using magic, but she could also come directly to see Leila Silverhand when she was resting.

"You're here." Seeing her coming over, Leila Silverhand had no intention of putting down the book in her hand. She said casually, as if she was not treating a capable subordinate who was reporting to her, but a friendly best friend. "Sit down, I've prepared some milk for you."

On the small round coffee table in front of her, two cups of milky white milk were steaming. Under the protection of magic, they would not lose any temperature even after 24 hours.

Vajra was not polite. She sat down opposite Leila Silverhand, picked up the milk, took a sip, and then said, "Regarding Mephistopheles and the nuns around Count Hawthorne, I went back to sort out the information, and now I can give you a detailed report."

Laila Silverhand nodded slightly. Only then did she finally put down the magic journal in her hand, leaned forward slightly, and listened carefully to Vajera's report: "Well, Hawthorne reported to me this morning. He almost put all the blame on Madam Casalant, saying that Count Casalant had good intentions, but his wife executed it incorrectly..."

"I know he wants to maintain the reputation of the aristocracy, but I still want to hear your opinion, dear Vajera."

Vajera nodded slightly: "I don't know who is the real boss in the Casarant family, and who ordered those evil deeds."

"But I am sure that, including the previous Casalante Theater, many related cases, and what happened last night, all these crimes can be put on the Casalante family. There is absolutely no mistake..."

She then began to slowly recount the information that the Black Rod Tower had collected previously, as well as what happened last night from her perspective.

The more Leila Silverhand listened, the more serious her expression became. She had not expected that these people would do so many evil things behind her back. Finally, she could not help but sigh.

"I hope this is the only family that has fallen." She sighed innocently, and then said listlessly, "Let's change the subject, Vajra. I mentioned to you before that we should reward Nigel Hawthorne generously for his contributions."

Vajra was a little confused as to why Leila Silverhand suddenly changed the subject. She didn't know the lady's bias, and she didn't know that she didn't want to see the nobles fall no matter what.

She only heard Laila Silverhand continue: "Especially, no matter from which perspective, he made an astonishing contribution in the investigation and exile of Mephistopheles. Especially when you said that he dared to take the initiative to exile the Devil Archduke when facing him."

Leila concluded: "This courage is extremely rare, Vajra. I have a feeling that he will become the pillar of the future of Libel Port. What do you think?"

Vajera's train of thought was interrupted, but she didn't dare to complain. She took a deep breath and said, "I think so too."

"So..." Suddenly, Leila Silverhand changed the subject, "How did you do with the reward I asked you to give him last time?"

Vajra's breathing stagnated: "This... I gave him my personal token and promised him that if he encountered any trouble, he could directly call me for support..."

"I never expected that his first use would lead to something so serious..."

Leila Silverhand looked at her with a half-smile, which made Vajera feel uneasy. She couldn't help but ask, "Lord City Lord, did I do something wrong?"

Leila Silverhand sighed: "This is not a reward at all. I'm afraid given Hawthorne's sense of responsibility, he will regard this as a commission, a responsibility, right?"

As Hawthorne guessed, she began to explain her reasoning: "You see, after he got your contact information, he must have started investigating as fast as he could and discovered some traces of the Devil Duke hiding in the Casalante family, which led to what happened last night."

Vajra was speechless: "Ah... then, I am actually giving him a burden?"

Leila Silverhand spread her hands: "Judging from the current results, it seems so."

"Vajra, I support you. So, you can just go ahead and promise him some rewards, or compensation. What do you think?"

Vajra pursed her lips gently, took a deep breath, and nodded solemnly: "I understand!"

Lyra Silverhand smiled,

He nodded: "He should have returned to the monastery. My advice is to get this done as soon as possible and not let our hero down."

Vajera nodded, and the two chatted about some other things. After making sure there was nothing else to talk about, she said, "I'll go now," and then chanted a teleportation spell, and her body disappeared in a beam of light.

Leila Silverhand looked at her disappearing figure and sighed softly: "What an impatient girl."

Then, she picked up the magic book in her hand again and continued to read its contents carefully.

She also needs to study harder, otherwise if one day in the future her strength is surpassed by Vajera, she will be unable to cope with it.

Chapter 524: Unexpected Peeping

Meanwhile, on the other side, Vajra was teleported directly to the monastery of Hawthorne. With the power of the artifact Black Staff, the entire Libel Harbor, as well as the extremely large area outside it, could be considered her domain. As long as she wanted, she could teleport to any place at any time.