Witch Monastery

But without the blessing and enlightenment of the true God, the church could not maintain its original scale relying only on the remaining divine power. As time passed, its top spellcasters and capable cadres became fewer and fewer, and many of its original industries could no longer be taken care of.

This is also the reason why the witches chose this small monastery. The branch of the Church of the Goddess of Life in Liber Port has no energy to take care of them. In addition, their external image has always been very good. When they have nothing to do, they stay in the monastery to study and practice asceticism. When they have something to do, they go out to give porridge and help the poor. They strive to practice the teachings of the Church of the Goddess of Life and Healing. They are model believers. Naturally, those priests and bishops who are busy with their own affairs will not care about them.

Chapter 55: Confrontation with Cuibisi

"It's done."

After putting away the system, Hawthorne went in and took a look around. He found that the place was fully equipped with tables and chairs for resting, four large barrels for holding hot porridge, a small cart for transporting between the soup kitchen and the kitchen, and a stack of clean wooden bowls.

He picked up a wooden bowl and threw it onto the muddy street of the slum. There was a slight sound of it landing on the ground, and the next second, the small bowl disappeared in a streak of white light, and another wooden bowl appeared in the pile of wooden bowls behind him.

Seeing this, Huo Sang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this was a good thing, as he no longer had to worry about people coming to get the porridge stealing the bowls.

"Let's go back." He continued, "Remember, Heidi, if other witches ask, just say that you and Jutta did it together."

Heidi smiled and said, "I remember it, Master."

The appearance of a building out of nowhere might make some witches suspicious, but since two witches took on the task together, and they were the two strongest witches under Celine, there wouldn't be any problems.

After saying this, they left the soup kitchen together and walked towards the dormitory.

The monastery was not large, but two pine trees were planted in the courtyard as decoration. The bright moonlight shone through the gaps between the branches, casting colorful shadows on the ground.

Hawthorne and Heidi strolled along the gravel path in the middle, smelling the faint fragrance of the plants on both sides. Suddenly, they stopped and turned to look at the beauty beside them.

Heidi also stopped and felt his burning gaze. She raised her head slightly, her cheeks flushed with shyness, and her eyes, as gentle as water, reflected the quiet moonlight of the night.

"You've been having a good time lately."

Suddenly, a discordant voice sounded from behind them. They turned their heads and saw Cuibisi walking towards them slowly with that familiar, mocking and mean smile on her face.

Hawthorne's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm and quietly stepped back. Heidi also quickly suppressed her surging emotions, took a half step forward, blocked his figure, and tried to make her voice sound calm: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Cuibisi sneered, "It's this little white mouse you raised. Oh, he's so pretty. Every time I saw him, I wanted to grab him and try to inject a kilogram of aphrodisiac into his body to see how good his screams would sound..."

"Cuibis!" Heidi's voice suddenly became sharp. "I shouldn't have violated any rules, nor did I provoke you, right? I warn you, don't think about my people!"

Seeing her suddenly get angry, Cuibisi raised her eyebrows and sneered again: "No violation? In two days, we will distribute porridge. You let a man live freely in the monastery.

If those lowly people who come to collect porridge see our activities, won’t it ruin our reputation and even make people suspect us?”

Heidi looked at her coldly. "If someone started snooping inside the monastery, they would have already started to suspect us. A person recuperating in the monastery is of no importance at all."

"Don't try to threaten me in this way. I manage my own people very well. I don't need you to tell me what to do!"

She saw that Tribis was also attracted by her master's charm, so she wanted to blackmail him away in this way and put him in her room to play with him herself.

But obviously, Heidi, who is also good at verbal battles, doesn't buy it at all.

After a pause, she suddenly smiled: "But there is one thing you said that is indeed true. His voice is indeed very pleasant to hear. Every night when I hold him to sleep and smell the fragrance of his soul, I feel a hundred times fulfilled and satisfied..."

She showed a smug and superior expression, and seeing this, Cuibis secretly gritted her teeth and sneered: "Oh, you are really amazing. Heidi, don't think I can't smell it, your body is full of his scent!"

Heidi frowned again, and heard Cuibis continue to laugh, "You actually did that kind of thing with a human. Ah, is this still our proud and arrogant deep-sea witch? Oh, is this what the legend says, that the more noble a witch is, the more she will fall, and even run to the crotch of a human to make love?"

"Haha, in a few days, will I be able to see the mangy dogs in the slums taking turns to have sex with you?"

As she spoke, Cuibis seemed to be in high spirits. Her yellow pupils sparkled with excitement, and her voice trembled a little: "I say, Heidi, why don't you just do it in one go and bring a mangy dog ​​to the monastery and let it help you satisfy your desires!"

"This way, even if outsiders see you, they will just think you are protecting the animals and won't suspect us of doing anything improper and won't implicate us, right?"

There was a raging fire in Heidi's eyes, her breathing was rapid, and her full chest was hesitating.

She didn't mind Cuibisi's insults to her at all, but she absolutely could not accept that this guy put her master on the same level as a scabby dog!

Master, you are more noble than the gods in heaven, the only supreme being in this world!

She was extremely angry, however, she also knew that now was far from the time to turn against her.

She gritted her teeth secretly, and seeing Heidi so angry, Hawthorne silently said in his heart: "Mocking her strength and figure!"

Witches can transform into human form freely, but they cannot change into any form they want. There is an optimal form that best suits their true strength.

Just like Heidi, she could have made her breasts smaller, but in that case, her strength in human form would be greatly reduced, or even reduced to one tenth.

Cuibisi, the same goes for it.

Although it is not appropriate to turn against this poisonous witch now, it is still no problem to gain some advantage with words based on the information he knew in his previous life.

Heidi took a deep breath, then her face was full of sympathy: "How sad, Tribis. Did you hone your tongue to be so vicious to replace your attack method that can't hurt me at all?"

"I have to admit that you are quite good at talking. But unfortunately, when I saw your skinny body, all my anger disappeared."

As she spoke, she patted her full chest and laughed out loud: "Next time before you say this, put two stones under your chest. Oh, I heard that drinking one kilogram of hot milk every day can help the development of breasts."

"Hahahahaha..."

She turned around with a big laugh, took Hawthorne's hand, and slowly left. Only Cuibis was left standing there, her eyes wide open, breathing heavily: "Heidi, you bitch--!"

Chapter 56: Soup Distribution Day

A few more days passed, and the other two witches, the Fire Witch Ekta, and the Worm Witch Andni, also returned to the monastery.

Now, apart from Celine who has not returned for many years, only Die has not returned.

However, the witches could not wait for her any longer. God knew how long it would take for Butterfly, who had lost her memory, to return to the monastery. The opportunity to distribute porridge was fleeting, so the two newly returned witches were immediately pulled over by Heidi to work.

While everyone was preparing all this, the news spread. On that day, poor people came to get porridge with their families and lined up in a long queue in front of the newly built soup kitchen.

The witches, dressed in heavy nun uniforms and wrapped up tightly, looked solemn and compassionate as they scooped out bowls of steaming hot wheat porridge from the big pot and handed them to the poor people who came to get the porridge. They also advised them not to worry: "Be careful, it's hot. There is still a lot of porridge. Don't worry, it will be enough to fill you up."

A little bit of salted fish and diced radish was mixed into the porridge, which made it taste a bit strange and also caused those who had a little extra money at home to be unwilling to come here to accept alms.

But even though it tastes weird, it is clean and nutritious food after all, so the poor people who are really threatened by hunger will drink it up with gratitude.

These are also some of the small things that the witches have accumulated in the long-term process of distributing porridge.

Wisdom is used to filter out those middle-class people who love to take advantage of others and screen out the truly poor and vulnerable groups.

So that they can hunt without any trouble.

The sun gradually moved southwards, and even though it was approaching autumn, the midday sun was still a little bit scorching. The nuns were already wearing heavy clothes, and they had to work around the hot pot, which was naturally very hard, with a layer of fine beads of sweat on their foreheads.

This scene touched the eyes of the people who came to get the porridge. Some people who were not firm in their original beliefs quietly changed their beliefs and changed the god they believed in to the goddess of life...

During the soup distribution process, all the nuns were busy outside, so the monastery was empty.

So Hawthorne hid in the kitchen. Nominally, he was ordered by Heidi to help in the kitchen, but in fact, he only needed to click on the system at the critical moment to complete the entire cooking process.

So, he actually had a huge amount of free time and could move freely in the monastery.

He chose to stand behind the wall and eavesdrop on the idle chatter of the poor people after they received the porridge, fully demonstrating what "walls have ears" means:

"The investigation team sent by the Mithril Hall has been giving us a hard time these past two days. They question everyone they meet on the road and think everyone they see is a cultist. Hey, why can't they find a lumberyard or something and do some real work?"

"I see, catching the cultists is fake, and looking for scapegoats is real! Ha, three or four hundred lives were lost in one night, and they don't dare to cause trouble for the Shannasa Guild, but they have to talk about monsters, devils, and cultists here, bah!"

"This place is really uninhabitable, we have to move out! Every morning when I go out, I feel like I can see a head staring at me across the street. At night, I dream about someone crying at my door!"

"Are you planning to move now? Aren't you afraid that once you move, they will think you are a cultist who is on the run and arrest you? In my opinion, we should wait until they leave and then move together!"

……

The discussion went on one after another, and Hawthorne did not interrupt most of the time. He listened quietly, while sorting out the information in his mind and roughly outlining the current situation of the slums.

At this moment, a cry suddenly came from outside the wall: "It's Celine! Sister Celine is here!"

Immediately, Hawthorne's pupils shrank slightly while he was eavesdropping.

She actually came back?

Hiss... There is no way, I have to face this sooner or later.

Fortunately, I didn't have any fluke mentality. I already had a plan for Celine's arrival...

Thinking this way, he gritted his teeth and had to temporarily stop eavesdropping. He was not curious about what Celine looked like in real life - based on the experience he gained from Heidi and Jutta, it should be similar to the game - so he suppressed his curiosity and hid in the kitchen.

At this time, outside the monastery, on the street to the east, a tall and plump beautiful figure wearing a luxurious nun's robe with a thin gold edge was walking slowly towards this side from the avenue of the district hall with her back to the eastern sunlight.

It was Celine.

Amid the admiring and respectful gazes of the crowd, she slowly walked to the gate of the monastery and joined the poor crowd who were receiving porridge.

She wore black, thin silk gloves that extended to her upper arms. She clasped her hands in front of her chest with her fingers crossed and lowered her head slightly, as if praying devoutly. There was an expression of pity on her beautiful face, as warm as white jade, and her aqua blue pupils were filled with sadness under her long yellow eyelashes.

She was wearing a thin white nun's robe with golden threads, bathing in the sun, and her temperament was so holy. However, her body was so sinful: the luxurious nun's robe could not cover her huge and upright breasts, which were almost bigger than Heidi's. Even though she leaned forward slightly at this moment, she still had full and proud curves.

And because her body was slightly leaning forward in a prayer posture, the round curve of her buttocks was clearly outlined by the thin nun's robe. As she moved forward, her buttocks trembled visibly. Just one glance was enough to arouse the deepest desire in people's hearts!

Her figure is so charming, just like a perfectly ripe peach, with crystal color, plump lines, and an alluring aroma, but without the slightest rot caused by over-ripeness. It is absolutely delicious no matter where you eat it.

Logically speaking, such a sinful figure, appearing in front of the poor people who have not received much education, would definitely attract one or two daring guys to stretch out their dirty and sinful hands towards her.

However, in reality, it was not. As Celine passed through the poor, every man who looked up at her charming body would lower his head suddenly, with a look of self-blame and regret, reflecting on how he could be so vulgar and dirty that he would have such blasphemous lust for the holy nun Celine.

This is the effect of magic, and also the spiritual influence that the great witch Celine is born with. Because of her existence, she enjoys a very high reputation among poor families and becomes the recognized "symbol of goodness and beauty" in the slums of Nangang District.

Chapter 57: Symbol of Goodness and Beauty

Finally, Xilin walked through the crowd and came to a mother and daughter. They were a typical poor family, both of them had sallow complexions and dry hair. Even though their faces and clothes were washed clean,

It's very clean, but it can't hide their desolation.

Although the young mother still looked pretty, she was now skinny, with a dark forehead and sunken cheeks. It was obvious that she had left all the nutrition to her daughter.

Although the little girl's eyes were shining, her face was pale and she was coughing from time to time. It was obvious that she had contracted a disease, and her family had no money to hire a doctor.

Celine walked up to the mother and daughter, and the young mother immediately knelt down with a plop, hitting her forehead heavily on the ground: "Sister Celine, please be kind and save my daughter! She has been coughing for seven days, can't sleep at night, and can't even eat. She is only eight years old and has never done anything bad. She shouldn't be tortured like this!"

She begged desperately, tears streaming down her face, but Celine didn't even look at her.

She squatted down, ignoring the dirt on the ground that stained her spotless white robe, and looked into the little girl's eyes tenderly, then asked softly, "Child, tell me, what is your dream?"

The little girl raised her face. Even though she was extremely unhealthy, her face was still pretty. "I want to be a big and powerful person, so that everyone in the slums won't have to go hungry or get sick anymore! Ahem..."

A strange itch attacked her lungs, and she coughed several times, with blood streaks appearing at the corners of her mouth. Celine nodded slightly at this answer and said, "It's a very good dream. I wish you success."

As she spoke, she hugged the girl's fragile body and rested her forehead against hers.

A soft white light shone from her body surface, and then was injected into the girl's body. Soon, the girl's face regained color, and she gasped slightly, but she never coughed again.

Knowing that her daughter's illness had been cured, the young mother burst into tears and knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously: "Thank you, Miss Celine, thank you..."

Xilin still didn't answer, hugged the girl's body, and then stood up again. Her robe was still clean, and the dust on the ground didn't stain her clothes at all.

The bright sunshine shone on her body. At this moment, in the eyes of many poor people in the slums, she, holding the child, was undoubtedly a Virgin Mary who brought salvation to the world.

All of a sudden, those who came to get the porridge knelt down, knocked their heads on the ground, and shouted the names of Celine and the Goddess of Life, with tears in their eyes, and some even burst into tears.

Inside the soup kitchen, the witches looked at this hypocritical scene and couldn't help but sigh. Knowing Celine, they knew that this witch who loved to play with people's fate had already set her sights on the poor little girl.

In the next few years, she will experience ups and downs that are unimaginable to ordinary people. The gift of "fate" will ignite her hope in life, and then the so-called "fate" will take away everything. She will be tortured to death, and finally completely collapse and degenerate into an extreme anti-human terrorist who is bent on revenge against society...

The grateful mother and daughter will never know that what seems to be the favor of fate today is actually the first step for them to enter the abyss, and there will be no turning back.

……

The sun gradually set in the west, and the last person who received the porridge left with his bowl, and the day's porridge distribution finally came to an end. The witches returned to the monastery, but they had been tired all day and had no chance to rest.

After closing the monastery gate, Celine immediately gathered them all together and asked, "Where is Die? Does anyone know where she went?"

The witches looked at each other, then shook their heads together: "No, we don't know where she went, and we haven't found any clues in these days."

After a pause, Cuibisi asked, "Master, is something wrong with Die?"

In the past, it was common for butterflies to delay their return for more than ten days or even a month.

And now, it has only been a week since the Witch Night, so in their opinion, it is normal that Die has not returned to the monastery.

"I predicted that Die is now in Nangang District. But in the coming period, she will encounter a very serious crisis." Xilin explained, with deep worry in her tone, "We are the only ones who can help her, so I rushed back to inform you of this matter."

It was Celine's idea to establish this monastery. She hoped that every witch could be like a sister, help each other, spend the witch's night together, and enjoy a peaceful and happy life without lacking human souls to eat or torture for fun.

Therefore, now, it is predicted that something will happen to Die, which is why she comes back so urgently.

"She is in the South Port District, but she still encounters danger. Could it be that..." Cuibisi murmured to herself, and then she turned her eyes to Yuta, "Hmm?"

Suddenly, Yuta looked grim: "I..."

Celine's pale yellow pupils also looked over, her face calm, as if a precursor to anger: "Jutta, tell me, what exactly happened in the slums on the night of the Witch Night?"

This mental pressure, and the majesty accumulated over the years as the great witch, is very effective in dealing with other witches in the monastery. No one dares to lie in front of Celine.

But unfortunately, now, Jutta has a new faith, and her will has become firm because of her piety.

She nodded timidly, lowered her head, as if to make a self-examination, and said: "The Shannasa Guild and the Ya

Amazon people are fighting each other, and there are demons behind this. Of course, I didn't know these things at first, I just felt that my situation was disturbed, and then I went crazy and out of control. "