Witch Monastery

Even his practice process may give me inspiration or reference, and help me take a further step...

After finding many new reasons for herself, Vajiela suddenly made up her mind.

"I agree. I can share my spellcasting ability with you." She said, "As long as you are willing to work hard to practice, you can reach the top of the mortal world and even cast nine-ring spells."

Chapter 526: Recommended to Level

Hawthorne looked up suddenly, unable to hide his shock.

Damn, nine rings!

He really didn't expect this result, and was stunned for a moment. After all, the eighth ring to the ninth ring is a huge watershed, and giving the eighth ring and the ninth ring are completely different!

He thought that it would be great if Vajra could give him a seventh-ring spell so that he could upgrade to level fourteen later. He never imagined that this woman would be so generous!

The ninth ring can be obtained at level seventeen, and the spellcasting ability of higher rings will not be obtained at subsequent levels. Levels eighteen, nineteen, and twentieth are just comprehensive improvements to one's other abilities!

In other words, now, he doesn't need to worry about being stuck at a certain level until he reaches level 20!

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel moved, and when he looked at Vajera in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but be filled with a gentle light.

I, Hawthorne, am not an ungrateful person. You have spared no effort to help me when I was still weak, so I will repay you a hundredfold in the future!

He thought so, and then he heard the woman continue: "But, I can't transfer too much specific magic power to you. I don't have a transcendent bloodline, and I can't naturally master too much magic power."

She looked at Huo Sang calmly and told him her actual situation, not afraid that he would target her: "Therefore, you have to figure out how much magic power you can have and how many spells you can cast."

This was also a very realistic decision, a compromise she made based on her actual situation. However, Hawthorne was not frustrated at all: "It doesn't matter, this is enough, thank you for your generous gift, Ms. Vajera!"

He could understand the meaning behind these terms used by Vajra. In short, it allowed him to continue to cast high-level spells, but his mana bar would not be expanded.

But, is Hawthorne short of blue?

How can it be!

There are seven witches behind him now. No, including Shanasa who has not yet been able to transform into a human form, there are eight witches behind him, contributing mana to him unconditionally and without limit!

Not only is his current mana bar at the same level as a normal mage, but as long as he is given time to rest and meditate, he can restore the emptied mana bar in less than an hour!

To round it off, as long as the battle time is extended, his mana can almost be said to be infinite!

All he lacked was the ability to cast spells.

And now, when Vajera perfectly satisfied his only shortcoming, this feeling was as joyful as if they were perfectly matched with each other!

Seeing his still happy expression, Vajra breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought that her last request would make him unhappy. But it turned out that she was worrying too much. This man was still very sensible and contented.

It's great to have a sorcerer who is not greedy but easily contented. It also saves me a lot of trouble and effort.

She then said to Hawthorne: "Well, this is just the beginning. You still need to walk the road ahead by yourself."

"Although I believe that you can definitely achieve a very high level of achievement."

Hawthorne took a deep breath and nodded: "Thank you for your appreciation, I will live up to your expectations."

Then, he got to the point: "So, will you draft this magic contract, or should I?"

Naturally, Vajra was too lazy to waste more energy on such things. She continued, "Come on, just show me when the time comes."

Guessing what she would say, Hawthorne immediately took out a parchment contract from his dimensional bag, crossed out a few items on it, and then handed it over: "Well, to be honest, Ms. Vajra, I actually have a

Template... take a look, is there anything else that needs to be modified?"

Vajera looked at him with a hint of surprise, then smiled: "It seems that you came prepared."

Hawthorne smiled awkwardly, but Vajera didn't say much. She then took the contract and glanced at it briefly, confirming that it was all very common and standard phrases, and that it met her requirements. She only shared the ability to cast spells, and did not provide him with specific mana, and nodded: "No problem, then..."

The power of magic intertwined in the air, forming Vajra's own name, and then fell on these magic contracts.

She then handed the two copies of the contract back to Hawthorne, but the latter was not as playful as she was. He honestly took out a pen from his breast pocket and solemnly signed his name.

At this point, the contract is complete.

Hawthorne suddenly felt an invisible mysterious link quietly forming between him and Vajra. Some power began to flow along this path and slowly entered his body.

However, these powers have not yet been fully formed in his body, and he will need to practice more in the future before he can truly use them.

Well, that is to say, taking advantage of the system's purification points to take a shortcut!

"Do you feel it?"

Feeling the slight loss of her strength, Vajera lowered her head and looked at Hawthorne. The latter looked excited and nodded vigorously: "I feel it, thank you again for your generosity, I feel very good now!"

Vajera reached out her hand again, and a crack suddenly appeared in the air. One of the two copies of the magic contract was picked up by her magician's hand and then passed into the space crack.

Hawthorne knew that the space was a small world created by Vajra using the eight-ring spell "Creation of Demiplane". It stored the consumables she needed for daily use, many research results, etc. It could be said to be absolutely safe.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Alas, even someone as gifted as Vajra is still far inferior to the players in the development of spells.

Just like the eighth-ring spell "Creation of Demiplane", if it is used in a fight, the damage will be horrific. However, the indigenous magicians only use it as an absolutely safe storage room, and probably have never considered using it to fight.

The same is true for the seventh-ring spell "Simulation". Mages use it to create their own simulacra, and then use it to complete some daily tasks on their behalf. They almost never think of using it to assist them in fighting...

But fortunately, I came by myself.

Well, considering that Vajera has become my sect leader, when I also have the seventh and eighth rings, I can pretend that I discovered them myself and then tell her these little tricks.

He already had a plan in his mind, but Vajra didn't know that a big gift was quietly waiting for her.

Dark Angel

Chapter 527 Another party?

Nine Hells, the eighth level.

This is a world covered by infinitely cold ice crystals. Even the evil demons whose physiques cannot be understood by ordinary creatures can only survive in such a place.

Only those who are extremely powerful have the strength and qualifications to live in this world and serve the great Mephistopheles. At the same time, they can occasionally gain his favor and learn some powerful spellcasting abilities.

However, in recent days, all the devils living in Carnia have had a strange feeling: their master, Lord Mephistopheles, the devil archduke of this world, is in a very bad mood.

Although there is no public news, word has spread among the devils that Mephistopheles had sent an incarnation to the material world, as if he was going to do something earth-shattering.

And when he came back, he looked like this. Although there was no definite whole story, according to common sense, the devils concluded that this powerful magician must have suffered an extremely tragic defeat.

Many powerful hellish demons were even eager to try. They didn't know how badly Mephistopheles had failed, or how much damage his power and authority had suffered, but one thing was certain: once this devil showed any weakness or flaw, countless "loyal" devils would secretly act and show their ferocious claws to him...

At this time, in Mephistopheles' own palace, the devil archduke turned a deaf ear to the many speculations and rumors circulating in the outside world, allowing them to continue to ferment.

He just hid in his room, facing the huge ice crystal mirror nearly ten meters high in front of him, constantly chanting spells and casting prophecy spells. In this way, he could directly obtain some information without having to inquire in person.

As he continued to cast spells, the ice crystals in front of him kept flashing scenes and faces. The scenes and faces were all different, but the same face, from immature to mature, appeared very frequently.

That is the face of the current Black Staff Lady of Liber Harbor, Vajera Safar.

After a long time, as if he had finally collected enough information, the devil archduke slowly opened his eyes, and then a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Vajra Safar, you are the bloodline left by the demons in the material world, so you are the most

Eventually, you will be back to where you belong."

As he made up his mind, countless undercurrents of conspiracies surged from the nine levels of hell to the bottomless abyss, and then to the distant material world.

However, at this moment, before the conspiracy fully reveals its power, no one knows how it will come to people...

Material world, Port Liber.

“…Based on the evidence, this court now renders a final judgment against Ms. Amalia Casarant.”

On the judgment platform of the court, the judge with gray hair curled back knocked the base with the small hammer on his right hand, making a crisp sound, and then said: "Ms. Amalia Casarant, in the past ten years, she has never established true faith, never remained loyal to the Sein Empire, and has committed ten crimes including collusion with the devil, blasphemy of souls, murder, human trafficking, forced imprisonment, rape, forced prostitution, destruction of public facilities, smuggling, and illegal mergers and acquisitions. The evidence is conclusive and irrefutable."

"In view of the extremely heinous circumstances and the particularly serious consequences, the court has decided to deprive him of his noble title and sentence him to death!"

In the jury, even the nobles who came here to accompany the trial could not help but look at this woman with hatred.

They also felt the earth-shaking battle that night. It was a real battle that happened near their own homes. If they were not careful, it could have affected them and caused them to lose their lives.

The woman from the Casalante family caused such a big fuss that even endangered their own lives. Even though they were fellow nobles, it was impossible for them to cover up for her in the slightest.

Putting her to death was, firstly, to avenge the bad things she had done and to vent the anger of the nobles; secondly, it was to warn others that it was okay to make small moves in secret, but if you were ignorant of the immensity of the world and made a big fuss, even threatening everyone's safety, then no one could protect you!

In the dock, Madam Casalante, wearing a prison uniform, held her head high, her expression still arrogant. She glanced around and snorted coldly, not as if she was repenting in her heart, but as if she was saying: Don't be complacent, you guys are just as dirty.

This only further aroused the anger of the nobles, and for a while, the sound of low-pitched cursing could be heard. But at least, the nobles still maintained their last bit of decency and did not really curse or anything.

The court guards stepped forward and escorted Madam Casalante away. At this point, everything was basically settled and there would probably not be any more waves.

Seeing this scene in the audience, Hawthorne couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, everything was the same as the background description in the game. Because the Sein people of that generation four hundred years ago were too great, Leila Silverhand still had illusions about the nobles led by the Sein royal family.

So when the nobles of Port Liber committed crimes, she was always unwilling to accept the cruel fact that the nobles had been completely corrupt and degenerate. She always felt that they were just deceived by a few people, so she always planned to give them another chance to reform.

Just like now, the Casalante family made such a big mistake, but in the end, only the Casalante mistress was dealt with...

However, this is also a good thing. Leila Silverhand has this tendency, and her psychology has weaknesses that can be exploited or even conquered.

Hawthorne didn't care about the situation of the Casarant family. Anyway, Malena had no intention of reviving her family, so he didn't care whether the family was wiped out or not.

All he cared about was Leila Silverhand's attitude towards him.

In short, the trial was about to be declared over, and the nobles who came to watch the trial began to leave in an orderly manner.

Hawthorne also stood up, and Bernard stood up beside him, and then sighed: "I never thought that Madam Casalante would do such a thing! Wow, what a pity, I was not there that day, otherwise I really want to fight side by side with you!"

Hawthorne smiled and said, "It's a good thing you weren't there, otherwise you would have seen me hiding here and there like a rat, in such a mess. I didn't do anything that night, and the damage was all done by Lord Black Account."

Bernard also laughed: "Participation is what matters. It feels so good to fight side by side against the devil. I really want to do it more often!"

He was like a foolish son of a noble family who had just started out, had no scheming, and was ignorant of the immensity of the world. He said to Hawthorne, "Well, forget it. This kind of opportunity is hard to come by. I hope that next time, we can fight side by side again."

"Oh, by the way, I plan to hold a concert at my house tomorrow night. Many young nobles will be attending. Do you want to come?"

Hawthorne's expression changed, and then he quickly shook his head: "No, no, I won't go this time."

Bernard was stunned: "Why? Ah, the last party was disturbed by the devil, what a pity..."

Hawthorne laughed awkwardly: "No, uh...Annuo won't let me."

Bernard suddenly realized: "Ah...ah, oh, I see. Well, that's true...Alas, what a pity."

He did not dare to give further advice, because in their aristocratic circle, Annuo was someone who could not be mentioned casually.

After all, she has always been able to

The older boys were pinned to the ground and beaten, and the one in his early teens was able to kill several human traffickers who dared to kidnap him on his own. He was extremely brave.

Privately, Bernard and his good friends nicknamed Anno "the muscular woman" and asserted that she would never get married in the future because of her fierceness.

The result was unexpected...

Looking at Hawthorne beside him, Bernard couldn't help but sigh secretly, perhaps only a man as vigorous as him could subdue a woman as fierce as Anno!

What a match made in heaven!

He felt this way in his heart, and on the other side, Hawthorne felt a little guilty for rejecting the other party's kind invitation.

After thinking for a while, he continued, "Bernard, I remember your family seems to be in the shipbuilding business?"

Bernard's face darkened when he heard this: "That's right, but... well, the economic situation is bad, so let's not talk about this."

This is pure nonsense. All over the world, people are building new small countries based on blood or race and actively participating in global trade and competition.

As the perfect transit point, how could Port Liber be experiencing a recession and unable to make money?

After all, according to the information Hawthorne had found out, it was because the Bernard family's ships had always been sold to big customers in the inland of the vast Sein Empire in the north of the city.

Now that the Sein Empire is in decline, this business is naturally becoming difficult to do.

But this is exactly what Hawthorne is aiming at.

He continued, "Well, how about we work together to open a new shipyard? I have some connections with the dwarves and can get some cheap high-quality steel. I'll provide the funds and you'll provide the technology, and we can work together to expand it."

"Oh, there are customers. I have some connections with the Amazon people. You must have heard that they make a lot of money selling fish. But in this era, I found that they are still sailing wooden boats. There must be a demand for them..."

Bernard's eyes lit up, and a huge surprise surged into his heart, making him tremble with excitement: "Okay!"

Wow, my father has a sharp eye. If this works, I’ll make a fortune!

Chapter 528 Malena's Brother

In the sewer.

"Purify!"

hum-

As Hawthorne's spell was completed, a warm, purifying white light emerged. The large area of ​​space polluted by the corpse of the original demon suddenly began to melt and evaporate into air. In a moment, it disappeared without a trace.