Witch Monastery

But there was no way, no matter which subspecies, elves tended to be light. Hawthorne was holding back a smile in his heart, but his face remained serious, waiting for Jarlaxle's answer.

On the opposite side, Jarlaxle's pupils shrank slightly when he saw the mysterious and complex magic circle drawn on the blueprint.

How could he not recognize this magic circle? When he was unwilling to see magic learning in Mosoble City being monopolized by women and racked his brains to secretly learn magic, he had studied this thing more than once!

And just a few days ago, the messengers from the family came to him like a nightmare, and the first request they made was for him to transport some supplies.

He disguised himself as a courier and personally delivered the items to the designated location. Behind the person he met, there was a huge magic circle...

He took a closer look at the details of the magic circle drawn on the cloth and found that although a lot of things were omitted, the key target coordinates and other information were still retained, and exactly the same!

This was the target he had last time he transported supplies!

This……

Hawthorne took the initiative to find me this time, probably because he was sure that I was related to this matter!

As he thought about this, his heart was pounding. Hawthorne just stared into his eyes, his temperament calm and intimidating without anger: "How is it, do you have any impression of this unknown dark elf friend!"

Jarlaxle suppressed his shock, his eyes flickering. He had heard of Hawthorne's reputation, not only for his reputation of destroying the Lord of the Abyss, but also for his record of teaming up with Lady Vajra to exile the incarnation of the Devil Duke.

Although he looks calm now, he is not sure. If he does not cooperate, he may be uprooted!

But, now that he has taken the initiative to call himself "an unknown dark elf friend", does that mean that he came with sincerity and doesn't want to really reveal his public identity and make the relationship awkward?

Jarlaxle vaguely guessed Hawthorne's plan, and then, thinking of the arrogant faces of the family envoys, who drove him as if they were giving him a favor, an unknown flame rose in his heart.

He then continued, "I have some impressions, but this formation involves many things, and I can't list them all for you in detail."

"Tell me, human, what do you want?"

Hawthorne smiled: "I want to know where the target position of this magic circle is. And how to locate it in real time?"

Jarlaxle shook his head. "Real-time positioning is impossible, but I can give you an approximate target range and many possible features around the target array."

"Wait for my news. Once you find those things, you will probably be able to figure out where that person is hiding."

Hawthorne nodded slightly: "Yes, my friend, you are really a great help."

"In the future, if you need anything in Liber Port, you can come to my monastery to find me."

Jarlaxle took a half step back, then slowly disappeared into the shadows. "It's a deal, Lord Hawthorne. I hope you won't regret it when the time comes."

The three subordinates he brought with light crossbows also quietly retreated and disappeared into the shadows, like salt grains melting into a lake, leaving no trace of them.

The corners of Hawthorne's mouth curled up slightly, and he secretly sighed in his heart that this matter went more smoothly than he had imagined.

Facts have proved that as long as you grasp his inner fear, no matter how fierce you appear to be, in the end, this person will obediently return to the track you have arranged and serve you honestly.

He thought this in his heart, then turned around and went back towards the monastery.

It’s getting late, time to go home.

Chapter 549 Shapiro's Night Raid

a few days later.

In the slums of South Port, Shapiro hid alone in a small room, only separated from Hawthorne's monastery by a wall.

He was waiting for the opportunity, trying to climb in and search around, hoping to make sure whether his sister was still safe.

He was panicking. After a few days of asking around, he had roughly pieced together what happened that night: a group of

Unidentified people took turns harassing the neighborhood where Malena lived. When the nuns drove those people away, an extremely powerful figure suddenly appeared, fought with the most powerful Sister Celine in the monastery, and then suddenly disappeared.

Since that day, Malena and her daughter have never appeared again. There are rumors that they were both captured by the mysterious man who appeared that night, but there are also rumors that they were both locked up in a monastery for protection.

Shapiro would rather it be the latter, but his reason told him that the former was more likely. He just didn't want to believe it. He wanted to see with his own eyes whether his sister was actually imprisoned by that guy inside the monastery!

The moon gradually moved westward, and the time gradually entered the late night. Expecting that everyone inside had fallen asleep, Shapiro jumped up, and his body was like a gust of wind, silently crossing the high wall of the monastery and landing in the grass inside.

His movements were so light that they were not even as loud as the rustling of the grass in the breeze. He was confident that even if a high-level professional thief came, he might not be able to do much better than him!

Because he had been wandering outside for many years, and had done similar things many times in order to assassinate certain targets: his skills had long been perfected!

Even if he was extremely unlucky and was caught by a nun who got up at night, he could quickly knock her out and ensure that the other party would not discover any trace of her!

With this strong confidence, he walked over quietly, preparing to search room by room, looking for his sister, Malena.

He didn't know that his concealment, which he thought was perfect, was actually completely exposed the first moment he entered the monastery.

He thought he was moving forward quietly and came to the vicinity of a house in the monastery. Just as he was about to sneak in quietly through the window, suddenly his whole body hair stood on end!

He felt a strong killing intent, without any time to think, he turned around, a flash of fire in his hand, and the huge sickle swept backwards -

clang--

There was an ear-piercing sound of metal collision, and then he saw a petite black shadow quickly fleeing away, putting some distance between her and him, as if her goal was just to disgust him and she had no intention of actually fighting him.

Shapiro felt that the other party did not hold a metal weapon, and he seemed to have hit the other party's palm just now. He didn't know why there was a sound of metal collision.

Is it because the other party is a monk who has developed some strange abilities?

He didn't know, but now was not the time to think about it.

It was discovered!

He clenched his teeth immediately, and a nameless anger rose from his heart. The emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for days suddenly burst out, making him want to rush forward and chop off the man's head with a sickle!

But he finally held back, knowing that it was not appropriate for him to actually start a fight with Hawthorne now and add a new enemy, so he turned around and tried to escape while he was still not discovered.

But while running, he suddenly felt his calves go weak and most of his strength seemed to have disappeared!

I have been poisoned!

when?

Damn it, when exactly did they find me and attack me?!

He was shocked and angry, and began to suspect that this was a scam against him from the beginning to the end. At this moment, two cold and wet tentacles suddenly stretched out from the ground and tied his ankles!

This is a trap, the other party is ambushing me!

With this understanding in mind, he did not dare to delay. He slashed the ground with the huge sickle in his hand, cutting off all the tentacles. At the same time, he mustered his spirit and strength and rushed outward.

However, at this moment, a gray ray suddenly shot into the back of his head.

hum-

The power of magic enveloped his soul, instantly severing the connection between his soul and his body. His body felt numb, and he could no longer maintain his balance. He kept rushing forward, rolling several times, and was covered in mud.

In the distance, Heidi came hurriedly and raised her hand. Four thick tentacles emerged from the ground and wrapped around his wrists and ankles, instantly making him unable to move.

Behind him, Hawthorne, wearing only pajamas and a pair of slippers, walked quickly with an unsightly look on his face. A small eye demon the size of a palm was floating on his shoulder: it was the eye wave ray it fired just now that accurately interrupted Shapiro's movements, making him unable to move.

Behind him, Cuibis was also wearing only pajamas, with a flushed face. Obviously, the two of them were not sleeping just now, but enjoying the pleasure of sex. It was a pity that Shapiro's malicious infiltration triggered the alarm, so they had to interrupt forcibly.

This was also the core reason why Hawthorne looked so unhappy. He walked over quickly, silently chanting the spell of light magic. When he saw the face of the person on the ground clearly, his brows knitted tightly together: "Shapiro? Why did you sneak into my monastery in the middle of the night without sleeping? Stealing things? Or did you want to pick flowers?"

Thinking of this, he became so angry that he wanted to go up and kick him in the face.

Being captured by the other party, Shapiro's heart was filled with humiliation. He struggled frantically, but his current posture was not convenient for him to exert force, and these attempts were of no avail.

When he heard what Hawthorne said, his eyes widened with anger: "I'm not as vulgar as you think!"

Hawthorne looked at him coldly: "Then tell me, what do you want to do?"

"Humph!" Shapiro snorted coldly, like a rebellious child, "This matter has nothing to do with you. It's not your turn to intervene!"

Seeing this, Hawthorne sneered and gave a look. Cuibis understood and immediately spoke mercilessly, sarcastically like a machine gun: "It's none of our business? You sneaked into our monastery and tried to attack us nuns at night, and you said it had nothing to do with us? Shapiro, when you were a flower thief, did you say the same thing to other girls? Think about what you said, aren't you a little too arrogant?"

"That's right. Ha, if you had a little humility in your filthy foolish head and knew to respect other people's strength, you wouldn't have done such a stupid thing as sneaking into our monastery in the middle of the night!"

She was indeed angry. Today it was finally her turn to serve the emperor in bed. She had just worked so hard on the foreplay and everything was ready. She was just waiting for Huosang to straighten his back and go to the bliss together, but who knew she was suddenly interrupted!

Naturally, she was extremely dissatisfied. If she had not considered that other nuns might have woken up and she had to maintain her image, she would have wanted to target the other party's lower body and curse even more foully.

Hearing her sarcasm, Shapiro gritted his teeth and was extremely angry. But this time, the anger was not directed at Hawthorne, but at himself.

He did make the mistake of arrogance. When facing the ancestor before, he was still able to remain calm. He knew that he could not control the ancestor through verbal conversation, so he pretended that nothing had happened and used words to test him indirectly.

But today, he didn't care at all that there were strong men in this monastery who could fight with his ancestors. He was so bold that he wanted to sneak in under the cover of night and find out the situation!

This is truly a suicidal attempt!

Reflecting on his own actions, even Shapiro himself felt arrogant. Facing Hawthorne's scolding, he gritted his teeth, but could not say a useful rebuttal.

Looking at his flushed face, Huo Sang sighed, and countless complaints in his heart could not help but burst out: "I am racking my brains to save your sister, and you, not only don't support me, but you are always here to make trouble for me and hold me back!"

"I have no time to play cat and mouse with you, Heidi. Take him to the dungeon, and do not let him out without my permission!"

Heidi responded and summoned two more tentacles, tied him up, and dragged him towards the dungeon, preparing to throw him in.

Hawthorne let out a long breath, trying to calm the anger and depression in his heart, but he still couldn't help but wonder, why couldn't this guy be smarter?

Beside him, Cuibisi hugged his arm, changed her previous aggressive look, and said in a tender voice: "Master, don't think about these troubles, let's go back and continue?"

Hawthorne turned around, hugged her, lowered his head, and pressed his forehead against hers: "Well, let's go back and continue."

Having said that, without waiting to return to the room, he kissed her lips.

Chapter 550: Set off to the Underdark!

The next day, night.

In the dead of night, a cloaked figure quietly approached the monastery, threw a package through the wall, and then left quickly.

He did not attract anyone's attention, not even Hawthorne himself, until the next morning, when the nuns got up, someone found the package specially signed for Hawthorne.

They did not dare to delay and quickly handed over the package. After the latter opened it in the study, they found that there was only a large but simple map inside.

This map depicts several main passages that were drilled by the burrowing insects underground in the port of Liberl, as well as the various above-ground or underground markets that they pass through.

On this map, a location was specially marked with a red pencil, and there was a note next to it. Although he did not understand the language, relying on the power of the Rune Guardian, he still understood the content above: Go here, next to the Dark Lake, find Lotun.

Obviously, this was the clue Jarlaxle Baenre had given him. When he reached his destination and found this person, he would lead him to find the target that the magic circle was contacting.

Looking at this huge map, Hawthorne couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Even if we don't talk about the clues and connections attached to it, this map itself is already a valuable gift for those adventurers who want to go into the mountains to exterminate demons or hunt.

There was no way. After the Lord of the Abyss was destroyed, the bureaucrats of Port Liberl quickly returned to their previous slow and lazy state. They only introduced some tax reduction policies to encourage adventurers to go and solve the dangers, but did not send special personnel to survey and draw maps.

As a result, nearly half a year has passed, and no one has been able to obtain a reliable new map of the city's underground conditions, causing great trouble for people from all walks of life.

Now, Jarlaxle is willing to take this opportunity to hand over the map in his hand to himself, which in itself is a huge sincerity: he is showing goodwill to himself in this indirect way.

Hawthorne naturally would not refuse. Since the other party was so sensible, he would not mind using his own power to help him one day in the future.

But no matter what happens in the future, the most important thing now is to be busy with your own things.

"Prepare

We will set off tomorrow." He then said to the nuns beside him, "It's a good opportunity to go and see how the territory that nominally belongs to me is developing now!"

……

In the study of Hawthorne's monastery branch in the mountains on the ridge plateau.

Closing the document in her hand, Nidalee closed her eyes at the desk, stretched out two fingers, and gently rubbed her temples.

Even with the help of the study's special abilities, long hours of office work, weighing and calculating still took a huge toll on her mental energy.

It's so tiring. This is only a small town with about a thousand people, but there are so many things going on. It's so annoying. Sigh...

She sighed in her heart and began to gradually understand how difficult it was for her father to manage such a large tribe.

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and a pretty satyr girl holding a document walked in. "Lord Nidalee, the representative of the Stonefist tribe hopes to see you. The agreed time is coming soon. In three minutes, your conversation will begin."

Ah, another thing has come up, and I need to make a decision myself!

Nidalee closed her eyes, hoping that someone could help her share the burden: "I know, I know... Alas!"

She sighed heavily, but then stood up: “Lead the way, let’s go to their place and talk.

The secretary then turned around and led her to the next room. After half a year of development, the camp had built a row of new and neat houses, some made of wood and some made of stone. In short, it could provide a warm house for the long-term residents, adventurers, merchants, and travelers.

Because of the effect of the druid spell, these quick-built houses have almost no quality problems and the possibility of unfinished projects. If the real estate developers in the previous life knew about this, they would probably be so moved that they would want to cry.

Nidalee's office is located away from the town's main road in order to create a quiet enough working environment for her.

But when she walked on the street outside, she could still hear the sound of the bustling crowd in the distance. She couldn't help but relax, looking at everything she had created, she felt that these visible changes were also a reward for herself, and her hard work was worth it.

After calming down a little, she walked quickly and lightly towards the meeting place.

The distance between the two sides was not far. When she pushed open the door of the reception room, she found that the representative of the Stonefist tribe, a middle-aged half-orc man who shaved his beard clean but had obvious wrinkles on his face, was already sitting there.

Seeing her coming, he quickly stood up and respectfully shook hands with her. After the two of them exchanged a few simple pleasantries, Nidalee got straight to the point: "Why did the Stonefist tribe come to me this time?"

"This is what I mean, Lady Nidalee." The orc said carefully. Although his accent was very thick, it was obvious that he wanted to express his meaning in the most elegant way possible. "Your lord's territory has expanded and prospered, but the security force is still insufficient. Fortunately, we have a strong, tall, male, very powerful, who can help you solve the problem."