Witch Monastery

Madam Casalant, wearing prison clothes, was escorted to the execution platform by two soldiers, with shackles on her wrists that could suppress magic. The two soldiers escorting her were also members of the nobility. Only such people were qualified to execute a nobleman.

The executioner, dressed neatly, straightened his collar. The whole ceremony was about to begin. However, at this moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew through the sky.

call--

Everyone couldn't help but look up, and at this moment, they saw a tall black figure with dark red stripes crossing the tall wall and sweeping across the entire place like a hurricane.

His body kept flashing, and with a few punches, the two soldiers escorting Mistress Casalant and the executioner were knocked unconscious and fell down.

At the gate, the two guards were horrified and ran to the distance to call for help, shouting for someone to come and rescue the prison. In front of the execution platform, Madam Casalante was delighted. She had recognized who the person was: "Shapiro, are you here to save me? That's great. It's worth it that I brought you candy every day when you were a child."

The person who came was naturally Shapiro

, instead of using his huge sickle, he knocked out the soldiers with his fists.

He glanced coldly at Madam Casalant, who seemed to have survived a catastrophe, and then said, "No, I am here to execute you with my own hands."

As he said this, he stretched out his hand, a dark red flame flashed, and then his iconic huge sickle appeared in his hand: "I don't want to start revenge so early, but if I don't take action now, your head will belong to someone else!"

Madam Casalant's smile froze. She wanted to explain something more, such as "what happened in your family back then has nothing to do with me," in exchange for a chance to survive.

But Shapiro didn't have time to listen to her nonsense. He seemed to feel that time was urgent and the Mithril District Guards could arrive at any time, so he didn't dare to delay. He took a step forward and swung his sickle -

laugh--

The fat head of Madam Casalante was torn apart, and hot blood spurted out five or six meters high. Her head rolled to the ground, her eyes wide open, as if she was still unwilling to accept her fate, but everything was settled, and she would never have a second life.

As for her soul, it will be reborn in the Nine Hells and go to the front line of endless bloody battles as a soldier of Asmodeus, fighting against endless demons to atone for her sins.

Or, find a way to return to the material world again and seduce the souls of other mortals to fall.

Looking at the head of Madam Casalant on the ground, Shapiro let out a long breath, and then muttered to himself silently: "The next one will be the Casalant family... and the Holm family and the York family, they will not be spared..."

"Everything I have endured, you will taste it all!"

He recited silently, his tone gradually becoming more and more crazy, like a madman. His emotions were so excited that his body was shaking. His long-suppressed emotions were released, and for a moment his soul seemed unable to bear the impact of this emotion.

In the distance, the shouts of other soldiers could be heard, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps. Obviously, reinforcements from the Mithril District had arrived, and it seemed that there were quite a lot of them, and there were probably many strong ones among them, who would definitely not be easy to deal with.

Shapiro calmed down quickly and did not intend to confront these guys head-on. He snorted coldly, and then his body turned into a breeze, flew over the high wall, and fled into the distance.

So, when the soldiers arrived, there were only a few unconscious ordinary soldiers and the headless body of Mistress Casalant.

Many soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment, but there was nothing they could do. They had to carry their unconscious comrades, collect the body of Mistress Casalant, and send one or two smart and eloquent soldiers back to report to the higher-ups.

Everyone felt that there was something strange about this incident. An uneasy feeling spread among the soldiers...

……

In the Nangang district, in the monastery.

It was already late, and after get off work, Malena hummed a little tune and went home to cook.

She had just finished designing a new pair of garter stockings today and invited Hawthorne to her studio to appreciate it. This aroused his desire, so the two of them had sex vigorously in the room where she designed clothes.

Nourished by her lover, she now has a rosy face and tears seem to drip from her eyes. She looks very charming.

It was already late spring, and the sun was starting to set later, but before the earth became completely dark, a jumping figure appeared punctually at the entrance of the community.

It was little Lisa who had been playing in the slums for the whole day.

The little girl was sweating all over, which made Malena feel disgusted. She told her to wash her face and hands quickly, otherwise she would not be allowed to sit at the table to eat.

After dinner, she boiled a pot of hot water in the room, helped the little girl take off her clothes, took off her own clothes, and took a good hot bath.

While taking a bath, Malena discovered that her daughter seemed to have become a little naughty. She would always deliberately grab and rub her breasts and buttocks during the bath, causing her desire, which had been finally satisfied, to become restless again.

She finally slapped the little girl's hands a few times to make her calm down. Unfortunately, her lust had been aroused, and she would have to comfort herself before she could fall asleep tonight.

What she didn't know was that in the darkness, there was a pair of eyes made of translucent black smoke, staring at her with desire.

What she could not have imagined was that the owner of these eyes was the mastermind who had been instigating her biological brother to seek revenge.

That is, her ancestor, the former servant of Brahma, and the origin of her surname, that is, the angel Sulfaro.

And now, this once noble and holy angel, like a twisted criminal, secretly peeked at her own descendant bathing in the dark. While peeping, she couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Perfect candidate!

Ah, Malena, I really didn’t expect that your physical condition would be so excellent!

I thought that you and Lisa were the only two females left among my descendants, and only Lisa has awakened her bloodline: so to implement my plan, I have to wait another ten years until she reaches adulthood.

I never thought that little Lisa's awakening was not a coincidence, you have already met these conditions!

That's great, Malena. If you don't come with me, it will be a waste of your talents and your fate.

Blasphemy of the gift!

Hahaha, yes, this is exactly what fate has arranged! Among my descendants, only you and your daughter survived, and you both have the qualifications to complete my plan. This shows that fate is also favoring my plan, and my choice is correct!

She thought feverishly, and it was already late. She could see Malena and her daughter getting out of the bathtub, wiping themselves clean with towels, and then going back to their bedrooms to sleep.

At this time, in the distance, a white-haired figure, with a tall and plump figure wearing an elegant white nun's robe with a thin gold edge, walked quickly towards this side.

The white-haired figure was a man who looked very imposing. He looked very purposeful, with a frown on his face and his eyes darting around, as if he was searching for something.

Not long after, he suddenly turned his eyes and stared at the place where Sulfaro's secret eye was hidden. He raised his hand and chanted a spell, as if he was preparing to cast a spell.

Sulfaro was shocked. She had recognized the other person's identity. He was Earl Hawthorne, who had solved the problem of the Abyss Lord Mompot and was very popular in this city recently.

However, he could actually detect my secret eye?

It seems that this guy is not exactly as Shapiro said, a fool who stole his credit: this guy should still have some skills.

Thinking of this, and seeing the opponent coming towards him, Sulfaro did not dare to delay here any longer. He silently chanted a spell, disbanded the Secret Eye, and disappeared without a trace.

As for Hawthorne, when he saw the little red dot on the map suddenly disappear, he did not feel relieved. Instead, he frowned and the doubts in his heart became heavier.

Who is this?

In fact, in the Amazon settlements, similar little red dots occasionally appear. These people are often thieves with dirty hands, or small merchants who have some grievances with him but have some friendship with the Amazons.

But the former would often be caught by the Amazons very quickly, and then have their fingers cut off or even beaten to death on the spot depending on the severity of their behavior; the latter also knew that this was Hawthorne's territory, so they would often not stay too long and would leave in a hurry after finishing their business.

It is rare to see someone like the one today, who stays from the afternoon till the evening.

Considering that Mephistopheles might retaliate against him, Hawthorne asked Celine, who was sleeping with him tonight, to come over and see who this person was. If it was just a petty thief, it would be a false alarm, and he could just be thrown out after being taught a lesson.

But he found nothing.

Moreover, the other party suddenly disappeared out of thin air after he arrived.

This means that the other party must have mastered some mysterious magical means to suddenly disappear right under his nose and teleport away!

This is definitely not a petty thief, he must be a spy sent by a powerful enemy!

It is very likely that they were men sent by Mephistopheles!

After making such a judgment in his heart, Hawthorne took a deep breath and said, "Celine, we must take good protection in the next few days."

"The enemies of the Nine Hells are coming for us."

Chapter 535: Sulfaro's Plan

While Hawthorne was secretly feeling troubled by this unknown enemy who was lurking somewhere, Sulfaro was secretly gritting his teeth as he recalled the scene just now.

The strength of that monastery was truly unpredictable. Not to mention Hawthorne himself, even an ordinary nun beside him had such a powerful magical fluctuation.

Although they were still inferior to him, how many people like him were there? If there were three or five more characters like them, even if he summoned all his available combat power, he probably wouldn't be able to gain any advantage!

Moreover, the other party obviously has extremely powerful reconnaissance means, and even his own secret eye can be detected and discovered by the other party, which makes the whole matter much more difficult.

You can't fight head-on, you have to use your wits!

As she thought so, a rough plan came into her mind.

……

In this way, another five or six days passed, and the monastery, and even the entire Nangang District, seemed calm and peaceful.

However, the more this happens, the more turbulent the waves are brewing in the dark, in places that people cannot see. The fragile calm appearance may be broken at any time, and then there will be terrible storms...

That day, in the evening.

"Then I'll go first."

At the gate of the monastery, with his back to the carriage on the avenue outside, Hawthorne whispered to Heidi who came to see him off at the gate: "Be careful when I'm not around. Tell Celine to pay attention to everything around her and don't give the enemy any chance!"

These days, the little red dot representing the "weak enemy" still appears occasionally. Although it will not stay for longer, it appears and disappears abruptly every time: unlike other red dots, it is not suddenly surrounded by a group of Amazonian big green dots and finally loses its color, or it comes in normally from the gate and disappears normally.

Hawthorne judged that these red dots that suddenly disappeared were actually the same person. It was just that the other party was obviously much more alert than before. As long as he made a move, he would disappear immediately, leaving him no chance to catch him.

He was quite troubled by this, but he couldn't just wait for this guy to come out. The other party was very cautious and never showed up, so he kept missing and was helpless.

So, he planned to take some action to try to find this guy.

He tried to leave the monastery, hide in the surroundings, and wait for the other party to appear, but the other party did not fall for it several times. He concluded that the other party had accurately grasped his whereabouts, and if he did not use some ruthless bait, it would be unlikely to catch the fish.

And tonight is his another attempt.

Heidi nodded solemnly, stood on tiptoe, kissed him lightly on the forehead, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Drink less and come back early."

Looking into Heidi's eyes, Hawthorne smiled and hugged her: "Well, I will."

As time went by, he gradually became less shy about having close contact with the witches. After all, it seemed that anyone who saw them could guess what was going on.

Except Anno.

cough!

Anyway, after the hug, he turned and got on the carriage. The coachman whipped the whip, and the carriage rumbled away. Heidi stood there and watched him go away until he completely disappeared at the end of the street. She finally withdrew her eyes, turned around, closed the door of the monastery, and went about her own business.

Hawthorne's industry is expanding rapidly, and the area they actually control is also increasing rapidly. In order to deal with these things, the witches have to be busy for a long time every day.

It is precisely because of their hard work that Hawthorne can be a hands-off boss and have plenty of time to learn magic, exercise and train his expertise.

At this time, in the dark, Sulfaro's secret eye was also quietly observing all this.

Just as Hawthorne thought, she had been hiding in the dark, determining his whereabouts. After repeated experiments for many days, she found that as long as her secret eyes did not enter Hawthorne's monastery or the community where Malena lived, he would not be able to find her whereabouts.

She deduced that these two places had been transformed by this man using magic into his domain, just like the dragon's lair, the territorial world of the lord of the abyss, or even the kingdom of the gods, places under their absolute control.

Although he was shocked that this guy could use magic to create his own domain even though he was far from reaching the legendary level, Sulfaro immediately began to look for ways to deal with him after the shock subsided.

She knew that once she left these areas, the lords' control would be greatly weakened, and they would naturally not be able to discover her.

Sulfaro also has thousands of years of combat experience and is knowledgeable. Naturally, he has his own unique understanding of this and solutions.

Aren't you very sensitive in your own territory, able to perceive everything down to the smallest detail?

Well, then I will pick a time when you are not at home and have nothing to do, and then use massive amounts of information to overwhelm your perception!

Let your ceremony be drowned in a vast amount of cumbersome but useless information, which will overwhelm you and make you ignore the things that are truly important!

She quietly sent a magical message and waited.

Ten minutes later, a blind and deaf disabled man came to the street where the monastery was located to beg. Because it was late at night, not many people passed by to give alms, so no one noticed that he had been chanting mantras silently.

He used the insects around him, his familiars, as his eyes, ears, hands and feet, and let them enter the monastery to cause trouble, so as to complete his deal with the mysterious man.

Dozens of minutes later, a large group of angry men and women appeared from the direction of the slums, poured into the neighborhood where the Amazons lived, and began to yell, "Where's that Porter? Come out! Come out!"

"It's time to pay back the money! It's been several months!"

"We agreed to pay you this month, why are you delaying like this!"

……

They were so loud and angry that it was clear they had bad intentions. The Amazons could not possibly resort to violence and cause death, so the two sides immediately started a fierce argument.

At the same time, in the sewer behind the monastery, a mysterious man wearing a bowler hat blew his flute softly. Then, huge green-haired rats that stood up straight came one after another, making sinister noises: "Steal, steal!"

In secret, Sulfaro, who was secretly monitoring all this, silently calculated the time with a slight smile on his face.

Oh, in this situation, I want to see how much you, Nigel Hawthorne, can still care about!

She was secretly proud of herself. Then, from the direction of the slums, an old woman with a cane, shabbily dressed, and hunched back slowly walked out, coughing as she walked into the Amazon community.

Chapter 536: Site Selection for the Shipyard

In the central area, on the first floor of Blue Dragon Bank, in Rahman’s exclusive banquet hall.

Hawthorne took the knife and fork in his hand and carefully cut the fragrant camel meat on the plate in front of him. Across the round table, the huge blue dragon Rahman was also slowly dealing with the food in front of him. His posture was so elegant that he didn't look like a scary blue dragon, but more like a human gentleman.

"So, is one million gold coins really enough?" Rahman took the initiative to ask from the other side, "I'm worried that this little money won't be enough for you to spend."

Huo Sang smiled bitterly and said, "We really don't need more, Your Majesty. Wu Lie's family is already in this business. They have enough skilled workers and corresponding technical reserves. We are not starting from scratch."