Witch Monastery

Chapter 644: Morne Cavendish

Looking at the text on the system interface in front of him, Hawthorne nodded slightly with satisfaction.

With this ability, as long as you don't get knocked unconscious by the enemy, it is basically equivalent to having unlimited uses of the Curse Sword, which you can freely cast on the enemy who is about to be the target of your concentrated fire, and you no longer have to worry about the limit of only one use!

This has little effect on his burst output, but his sustained output ability has been greatly improved!

According to the data in the game, Hawthorne estimated his current combat power and nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he turned off the system, got up and walked out of the room.

Now that I'm back, it's time to return to normal life.

……

In the Cavendish family.

A tall but immature-looking young man who looked less than twenty years old strode on the red carpet in the living room of the family castle.

He wore a small round hat decorated with red tassels and pearls, and a white breathable silk shorts.

She is wearing a shirt, with red lips and white teeth. She looks fresh and charming.

This person is the rising star of the Cavendish family, Moen Cavendish, who is only nineteen years old this year.

He is currently studying history at the College of Magical Appraisal at Strixhaven University of Magic, and has successfully passed this path to become a wizard, and is already able to skillfully use spells below the third level.

Now, he is preparing for his further studies and is hesitating about which of the eight major schools to choose for further studies.

Normally, in order to keep in touch with powerful seniors and avoid creating rifts or missing out on certain information, he chose to live in school like other alumni.

Their family also knew that there was only one spellcaster like him in the entire family in decades, and that his future was limitless as could be seen with the naked eye, so naturally they did not intend to disturb him, allowing him not to worry about family affairs and to concentrate on preparing for his spells and exams.

It is very rare that he is suddenly called back home when he is still in school, as it is now.

Young Morn had no other doubts about this. In fact, he had already had some guesses: his grandfather's health was getting worse and worse. Perhaps the fundamental reason for calling him back this time was actually to attend his grandfather's funeral...

However, for some reason, when he stepped into the living room of his own castle, he suddenly felt a strong sense of discomfort.

He frowned slightly, sniffed, and felt a subtle smell of blood that seemed to be spreading in the air.

Has anyone in your family had bloodletting for any reason in recent days?

He was not sure, and frowned as he looked around the castle, seeing the tightly drawn curtains on every window.

In the past, these curtains were always open, allowing the dazzling sunlight to shine directly in.

But why are the curtains drawn today?

Spooky and scary...

He felt a little uncomfortable, and at this moment, the butler's voice came from the stairs: "Moen, come up."

Moen perked up upon hearing that, and then hurried upstairs. After a few steps, he saw a short and strong old man with silver hair, but vigorous spirit, wearing a black butler's uniform, standing at the stairs, looking at him quietly.

Moen couldn't help but feel a little timid. This old man was older than his grandfather and had saved his grandfather's life when he was young.

Most importantly, he did not get married and devoted his entire life to the Cavendish family. Therefore, he had a very high status in the family, and even his grandfather had to be in awe of him.

The same goes for Moren. He has been beaten many times since he was a child because of offending this butler, and he still has some psychological trauma.

However, at this moment, looking at the old man in front of him, he suddenly felt a little strange.

Why does the butler look so pale?

Because of the wind and sun in his early years, his face should be dark red, right?

Could it be that something was wrong with his body?

Moen was not sure. He looked at the old man in front of him and said a little reservedly, "Mr. Butler, where are my parents? Why did you suddenly call me back this time?"

"That's right." The old man said slowly, his voice hoarse, and the incongruous feeling made Morn very uncomfortable. "Not many people in the family know magic, so there is a question that can only be answered by you."

He directly ignored Moen's first question and asked the second one: "That is, how strong is Mr. Nigel Hawthorne?"

Morn's eyes lit up, and he instantly forgot all his worries. He began to talk nonstop: "Ah, this is hard for me to explain to people like you who don't understand magic. For example, if I am a drop of water and my mentor is a pool of water, then Mr. Hawthorne is a huge lake..."

"I've also been practicing the super magic of 'Instant Spell', and the more I practice, the more I feel how amazing Mr. Hawthorne is: he can actually cast twenty magic energy explosions in half a minute and instantly destroy a demon lord as big as a mountain. Just think about it, what an exaggerated ability this is!"

"As for the ranking of the strength of the various famous people in our city, I feel that in this Libel Port, the Lord of the Public City is naturally the strongest, Ms. Black Staff is ranked second, and Mr. Hawthorne should be ranked third."

The butler listened quietly, and after a moment, he asked, "But, in addition to the Lady of the Black Staff, there are many mages with independent floors in the Black Staff Tower, and they all master the Nine Rings spell, right?"

"I heard that it was because these mages were busy dealing with the burrowing demon bugs that they didn't have time to deal with the Abyss Lord. But, this doesn't mean that they don't have the strength, right?"

Morn paused for a moment, and was about to retort, but because the old man in front of him was his elder, he had to be patient and said, "Yes, although he has indeed not shown the ability to cast a nine-ring spell, I want to say one thing: before the Paladins became Legends, weren't they only able to cast a fifth-ring spell at best?"

The butler was thoughtful, and Morn gained courage: "And, taking a step back, are the Nine Ring Spellcasters sure to destroy a demon lord?"

"You may not understand that the power of high-level spells is not as great as you imagine. They often have a huge coverage area and can show amazing visual effects."

"Let me give you the most classic example, the seventh-level spell Firestorm.

It can instantly ignite an entire forest or a small mountain. However, is its temperature really that high? In fact, it is not. Even for me, as long as I recite the spell of the first-level spell "Absorb Elements", I can walk out of it safely!"

The old butler nodded thoughtfully: "Oh~I see."

Seeing that he had convinced his elders, Morn puffed out his chest proudly: "We have long learned that high-level spells are tools for mages to change the world. Their lethality to a single target is actually extremely limited, and the number of times they can be used is very limited."

"So, back to the original question, if those nine-ring spellcasters really go against Monbot, do they really have the ability to destroy this Abyss Lord?"

"If not, then their strength will have to rank behind Mr. Hawthorne! Mr. Hawthorne may not be able to set the whole city on fire with a spell, but he can kill all those who are capable!"

Chapter 645 Family Changes

Moren spoke nonstop, his face slightly flushed, and finally concluded breathlessly: "In short, my classmates and I all believe that it is the performance that matters! No matter how strong one's strength is on paper, without the support of performance, it's all in vain, all just for show!"

In front of him, the old butler nodded slightly, with an unknown light flashing in his scarlet eyes: "So what do you think, Father Hawthorne is a spellcaster of what level?"

Morn paused for a moment, then said in an unnatural tone: "Well... according to our speculation, because no one in the intelligence has ever seen him cast a high-level spell... but it should only be five rings. I am a rational fan of his, and I will not praise him blindly just because his record is so strong."

The butler nodded: "Oh, so he is only a fifth-ring spellcaster. In the Mage Association, he is rated at level ten at most?"

Only those who can cast sixth-level spells can be rated as level eleven. Even though the butler does not understand magic, he still knows this.

Moen's face suddenly became extremely dissatisfied: "You can't say that, I just said..."

The butler did not comment and took the initiative to interrupt him: "But this is actually helping him. In this way, his enemies will underestimate him, become careless, and finally be easily defeated by him, right?"

Moen was stunned for a moment, then thought about it carefully and found that this statement was extremely reasonable.

However, although it made sense, he was naturally very upset when his idol was said like this. But the old butler in front of him was full of authority, so he didn't dare to vent his anger on him. He could only turn his head away in anger and asked, "How is Grandpa's health now?"

He had an evil thought in his heart and thought to himself, after my grandfather dies, I’ll see how long you can continue to be so arrogant!

"The Marquis is no longer in serious condition and is meeting a distinguished guest," said the old butler. "You can wait outside for a while and do not disturb the meeting between the Marquis and the distinguished guest."

Moen's eyes lit up: "Grandpa is well? Which room is he in now? I'll go..."

As he spoke, he realized that the person in front of him disapproved of his behavior, so he had to shut up angrily: "Okay, then I'll go back to my room first."

Having said that, he turned and left. The old butler watched him from behind without saying anything extra.

However, after returning to his room, Moen paced back and forth and couldn't calm down.

He frowned, pursed his lips, thought about it, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Wait, could the “distinguished guest” that my grandfather is receiving be Mr. Hawthorne?

After all, he is a believer of the goddess of life, and he might hold the method to restore grandfather's health; and if it is him, it is worthy for the seriously ill grandfather to meet him in person...

Yes, my family has always disliked Earl Hawthorne, but today the butler suddenly asked me about him, so it is very likely that the distinguished guest is him!

Excited by his own reasoning, Moen now had only one thought in his mind, that is, he had to find a way to meet his idol no matter what!

Oh, if you don’t let me look for it, can’t I just go look for it secretly by myself?

Hey, I must see my idol today!

With this idea in mind, Moen was ambitious. He then silently chanted a spell, cast the spell "Invisibility" on himself, and then quietly left and walked towards the remote reception room on the first floor.

He knew that all distinguished guests would be there and be received by their grandfather or father.

There was not much light in the huge villa, and the air seemed extremely gloomy. The smell of blood seemed to be getting stronger, and everything announced the ominousness of this castle.

However, at this moment, Morn, who was so excited that he was overwhelmed, didn't pay any attention. With full of excitement, he quietly walked to the door of the reception room, and then pushed the door open and entered.

Then, everything he saw before him was like a lightning strike.

What did he see?

His grandfather, who was originally seriously ill and emaciated, and could only lie in bed and take medicine to barely keep alive, was now wearing only a pair of loose shorts, slumped on the sofa, holding a half-full goblet in his hand, which was filled with blood-red wine.

In other words, blood is like fine wine.

His face was as pale as paper, and his two fangs were unusually long, which looked very abrupt and even a little creepy under his intoxicated smile.

Next to him, there is another person who is not

The white-haired young man I knew was dressed in the same way. However, at this moment, he was not only holding a wine glass, but also holding...

My own mother!

Seeing his mother, who should be dignified and elegant, always dressed in heavy dresses in front of outsiders, now wearing a sexy purple suspender dress that revealed her deep cleavage, lying on the guy's thighs with a dazed look and hugging his waist!

While tasting the blood, this guy put his hand into the mother's cleavage!

"you--!"

Suddenly, Moen's eyes turned red: "You deserve to die-ah!"

He forgot that he was invisible and rushed towards the strange man with a roar. Over there, the strange young man was grabbing and kneading the breasts of the plump lady in his arms, while slowly raising his hands and chanting the spell: "See Invisibility!"

Second level spell, see through invisibility.

Moen was completely unaware that his position had been seen through, and he just wanted to strangle the man to death. But then, he saw the man suddenly stand up and hit him in the face with a right hook!

He was caught off guard, and the guy's fist seemed faster than lightning. He fell to the ground in an instant, and the invisibility effect was also interrupted.

"Ugh—!"

Moen roared, refusing to accept the result. He spat out a mouthful of blood and then pounced on the man again!

But the stranger simply stretched out his hands, grabbed his arms as fast as lightning, and pushed him to the ground.

"Your grandson?" He turned and said to Old Cavendish, Moon's grandfather.

"Yes." Old Cavendish smiled, "Young people are just a little impulsive."

Morn's eyes were red, and he was still struggling. He didn't understand why all this was happening, but the anger in his heart made him want to kill this guy urgently.

"I can feel it. He's very strong." The stranger suddenly said, "I can't hold him down anymore. Come and help me."

Then Moen saw that his mother, who had always loved him and would not let him suffer any grievances, walked over leisurely and grabbed his neck.

Despair enveloped his heart, and in an instant, his limbs went limp and he no longer had the strength to resist.

"very good."

Seeing this, the stranger loosened his grip and watched everything with satisfaction. Even though his mother was actually very weak, he could break free with a little effort, but now he was so hopeless that he no longer had the thought of resisting.

Then, the young man opened his mouth, revealing two long fangs, just like the legendary vampire.

He leaned over, bit his neck hard—

laugh--!

The fangs pierced the skin of his carotid artery, and Morn closed his eyes tiredly.

……

In the central area, in a small private room of a mutton restaurant run by a minotaur, Hawthorne and a dwarf sat face to face. On the middle table were grilled lamb chops, lamb ribs, lamb legs, lamb hooves and other foods, and the rich aroma almost rushed out of the window.

This table was ordered by Hawthorne, just to entertain the dwarf in front of him.

The shipyard he opened was specialized in manufacturing ironclad ships. Other things could be obtained from various places through Bernard's channels, but only the mountain dwarf mining group could provide such a large amount of high-quality steel.

Hawthorne made a special trip to the mountain dwarfs' headquarters for this purpose. With his reputation, it was not difficult to negotiate this matter.

And finally, the dwarf in front of him was the one sent by the mountain dwarves to contact him.

"So, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly!" the dwarf said carelessly, then put on gloves and grabbed the lamb chops in front of him.

Hawthorne nodded: "This trip is mainly for two things, one is personal, and the other is official."

In front of him, the dwarf raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Let's talk about personal matters first. We can talk about business matters during working hours!"

He looked careless, but he was also observing Hawthorne's expression. Hawthorne nodded and didn't mind it: "If it's a private matter, it's this armor."