Witch Monastery

As he spoke, he took out the dimensional bag, took out the huge black plate armor he got from the death knight, and put it against the wall: "This is an ancient magic plate armor that I accidentally seized recently. But unfortunately, due to the difference in body size, no one I know can wear it."

"So I would like to ask, can the mountain dwarf forging priests modify the shape of this plate armor into one that is suitable for women around 1.7 meters tall without changing its protective effectiveness? The price is negotiable."

As he said this, the dwarf in front of him laughed: "What's so difficult about this! I wondered why you asked me to come here, but it turns out to be something as simple as this!"

"Okay, just give me the plate armor. In a month, I'll be able to give you what you want!"

He assured carelessly, Hawthorne's face lit up and he nodded: "In that case, then I'll trouble you sir."

As he spoke, he handed over the dimensional bag. The dwarf let out a long breath, and then said in a relaxed tone, "What about business?"

Chapter 646 The Current Situation of the Sein Empire

Hawthorne paused, then continued, "Well, this is mainly a problem with the steel."

"Building ironclad ships requires a special type of steel.

, so after our discussion, we hope to increase the purchase volume.”

"The price is negotiable, as long as it meets our needs."

As he said this, the dwarf in front of him frowned slightly and asked hesitantly, "About how much?"

Hawthorne said: "The current plan is to double the amount first. If everything goes well, we may need to triple or even quadruple the purchase amount after the new year."

The dwarf frowned, and after a moment, he shook his head slightly.

"Alas!" He sighed, "Well, Earl Hawthorne, it's not that the company doesn't want to do this business, but our production in Port Libel is really not that large!"

"The steel of the mountain dwarves is hammered out by blacksmiths. Even if all the blacksmiths hammered for 24 hours without a break starting today, they still wouldn't be able to give you this much steel."

Hawthorne was stunned for a moment: "Uh...well, I overlooked this."

After all, reality is not a game. There will not be an infinitely large "city market" where you can dump goods indefinitely. Similarly, it is impossible for you to buy any goods you want from this market as long as you can afford the money.

This is unrealistic. Just like what the dwarf in front of us said, they also want to sell a large amount of steel, but productivity does not allow it and they really cannot produce so much.

Hawthorne could only express regret about this.

"There's nothing I can do about it." The dwarf sighed, then he suddenly looked up, his eyes flickering, and he seemed eager to try. "But, sir, aren't you a Sayin? Why don't you buy steel directly from your homeland?"

The Sayin Empire is the only human country that can export large quantities of steel products, because more than two thousand years ago, it had mastered the unique "blast furnace ironmaking" technology of this era. The quality of the steel it produces is not inferior to that of the dwarves.

As the world began to strengthen connections and trade, they made a fortune by exporting steel products, such as various weapons, plate armor, etc.

It’s not that there are no other countries that are coveting their technology, but unfortunately, no one has been able to obtain this secret so far.

This is because the Sein people did a good job of keeping secrets, and also because they have implemented strict controls. Steel raw materials can only be circulated domestically and are not allowed to be exported directly.

But Hawthorne himself is a Sein, he can bypass this restriction, directly purchase steel, and then build warships.

In response, Hawthorne smiled bitterly: "Sir, you also know that the Sein Empire is in civil strife now, isn't it?"

"You should have read the news. Just two years ago, a cult leader who said 'The Green Emperor is dead and the Yellow Emperor should be established' actually deceived millions of civilians and launched an attack on the imperial capital. The outcome has not yet been determined..."

The dwarf suddenly realized: "Oh, yes, that's true. Ah, I always feel that the day they dumped steel weapons abroad was just yesterday. I almost didn't react when you said that."

He slapped his thigh and sighed loudly. Dwarves are all slightly slow guys. Unlike humans who can change every day, their thinking changes are calculated in "years". It may take a hundred years to discuss a major decision.

Their rough minds were unable to react to a country like the Sein Empire, which changed drastically in just three or two years and went from prosperity to decline.

"That's really troublesome." Gritting his teeth, the dwarf nodded to Hawthorne, "Then there's nothing we can do. Unless a hundred dwarf blacksmiths suddenly appear and work all day without sleeping - only in this way can we meet your needs!"

Hawthorne laughed dryly, feeling a little disappointed, but he didn't show it too much, clinked glasses with the dwarf and took a sip.

However, he did not give up on this idea. Since the mountain dwarves could no longer provide enough steel, could he go find... other dwarves?

For example, the gray dwarves in the Underdark?

Although it might be a little troublesome, it's not impossible to give it a try. I'm not completely without acquaintances in the Underdark...

……

In the Underdark, in the city of Menzoberranzan.

This is below the highlands of the noble families, where the upstarts of the dark elves live. Most of them are small families that have risen rapidly due to some emerging industries.

On the one hand, they are afraid of falling down the social ladder, and on the other hand, they are drooling over the positions of the eight ruling families in the aristocratic high ground, and they dream all the time of replacing one of them and becoming one of them.

The Harlan family was one of them. Especially after Hannie Harlan showed her extraordinary talent as a wizard of the School of Prophecy, the family's ambitions burned even more fiercely, and they even wanted to bring down the Banre family, which was at the top of the eight ruling families, and replace them.

If people who knew the Banrui family knew about this ambition, they would probably exclaim "crazy".

In fact, even the Harun family themselves, when trying this plan, felt more and more that it was difficult and arduous, and even had the thought that "it might not be possible".

The one who was most deeply touched was the current de facto leader of the Harlan family, the prophecy wizard Hanne Harlan.

"Ah... I feel like if our family is the first to take action, even though we can indeed bring down the Banrui family, we can't escape the revenge..."

At this moment, she was curled up on the sofa in the family living room, wearing only a lavender silk nightgown, which outlined her graceful and slender figure, which was not exaggerated.

Her two little feet were not in shoes, but placed on the coffee table in front of her, with her toes slightly curled upwards, each one as plump and round as a black pearl.

She looked lazy, but at this moment, she was actually using her spellcasting ability to integrate all the information she had acquired and verify the feasibility of all her plans one by one.

However, all the paths seemed to end in the inevitable revenge of the Banrui family. Perhaps they could win in the end, but it would have nothing to do with the Harun family.

She was having a headache, and at this moment, a frivolous voice suddenly sounded outside the room: "Oh, you are studying again, little sister is really serious!"

Hanny frowned, turned her head with a little impatience, and looked outside, and saw a plump dark elf with heavy makeup and perfume walking in from the living room door. Her dark face was flushed with an alluring red. It was obvious that she had just enjoyed a romantic encounter and had just returned from her lover.

This woman is Hanny's sister, Laszlo Harun.

Looking at this dissolute sister, Hanny couldn't help revealing an expression of pity for her misfortune and anger at her lack of resistance, as if she was not her sister but one of her juniors.

Noticing the expression on his sister's face, the dark elf turned his head, slowly opened a brilliant smile with his blood-red lipstick, and said, "Hey, Hanni, you're reading again, take a break!"

"Thank you." Hanni replied a little coldly, "Reading is my way of resting."

Lasdro came over, sat down next to her, took her arm, and said with a smile: "I mean for you to take some measures to relax at your age."

"It just so happens that the two male slaves I met this time are very good at sex and their penises are big. I just experienced it and it tasted great. You don't have anything to do tonight? How about I take you to experience it and let them deflower you?"

Chapter 647 Hanni's Thoughts

Hanni glanced at her with a hint of disgust: "I've already told you, I don't want these, don't you have ears?"

Lasdro chuckled when he heard this: "Sometimes I really don't understand you. Normal girls have their first experience when they are in their teens. You are already a hundred years old this year. Why do you have to endure it like this?"

Hanni was unmoved: "I told you, this is a bargaining chip. If you don't value the bargaining chip in your hand, don't destroy what I have."

Hearing this, Lasdro smiled mockingly: "So in the final analysis, you have been keeping a virginity all day long just to please a man?"

Then she leaned close to Hanni's ear and whispered, "Come on, tell me, which boy do you like that you want to remain a chaste man for more than eighty years?"

"Come, talk to me. I'll try him out and see if he likes someone with no experience or my superb skills..."

Hanni turned her head and rolled her eyes at her: "Can you open your horizons a little more? Do you only think about the inside of your tribe?"

Bile covered her mouth and continued to smile mockingly: "Oh my God, is this the quirk of a genius? You actually want to please a group of underdeveloped monkeys?"

Elves have always had a high opinion of themselves, especially dark elves, and female dark elves are the worst: psychologically, they simply regard other intelligent creatures as beasts like apes, so they have no psychological burden at all to enslave and abuse them.

Hanni looked at Birelle coldly. She knew that her sister was jealous of her talent, so she was trying to find fault with her in this regard.

She didn't mind being criticized. Geniuses don't mind being called stupid or dull. Only fools mind because that's the truth.

What she cared about was her sister's arrogant thoughts.

"Open your eyes and take a look at the outside world, sister." She said, "Humanity's power is developing. Although those powerful ancient countries are always declining rapidly, overall, they have been growing rapidly. Not to mention people who are stronger than you, even those who are stronger than me can be encountered by four or five people whenever you go out."

The smile on Byleil's face quickly disappeared. Her limited talent in magic, coupled with her undisciplined lifestyle, made her far less powerful than her sister. So these words touched her sore spot, and she could no longer maintain that sarcastic smile.

"You should be thankful that they are so short-lived that they cannot break free from the shackles of moral disciplines in their limited lives, and they still value purity, loyalty, and steadfastness more than life itself," said Hanny.

"So you could have used your beauty and these natural things to exchange for a vast amount of resources and bargaining chips from them. When they died of old age, you could have inherited everything they had worked so hard for throughout their lives without any effort."

As she spoke, she finally couldn't help showing a mocking expression on her face: "But you can't do it. You can't control your desires, just like you can't control yourself from studying magic hard. You threw away your best bargaining chip, so you can only numb yourself. The foreigners are just a group of inferior creatures. You covered your own eyes and deceived yourself into being a waste!"

Finally, Lasdro could no longer bear it, so he stood up and grabbed

He took the book from Hanni's hand and smashed it on her head: "Vile thing! How could Harun's family have a daughter as self-deprecating as you? You don't value your own people, but instead treat lowly humans as treasures!"

Hannie looked at her coldly. Without any spells, the protective force field of the shield automatically reappeared and blocked the books thrown by her sister.

She raised her head coldly and looked up at her sister's face: "Do you want to fight?"

Laszlo turned away angrily. She knew she couldn't beat her sister, and continuing to pester her would only bring humiliation upon herself.

So she wisely left immediately and ended the dispute.

Hanny looked at her back, and only after her sister slammed the door of her room with a bang did she lower her head and sigh softly.

How she wished that her family members could wake up, open their eyes to the world, and then use all the chips in their hands to exchange for the next step of the family's development.

But unfortunately, there are still too few relatives who are as ambitious as his mother and willing to put aside their arrogance for the sake of ambition. Most people are still indulging in the glory of the dark elves in the past and are unwilling to wake up from the beautiful dream...

This attitude gave her a headache, but she had no other solution for the time being. She could only hope that the cruel reality of the future would wake them up in time, and later wake up the people in other families...

……

In Nangang District, in the monastery, in the newly built first-level training ground.

In order to support Malena's career ambition, after she told Hawthorne about her idea, the latter spent 100 purification points to build a new training ground near her residence, so that the models she selected could try on clothes, practice catwalks, and rehearse.

At this time, Hawthorne, who had completed today's training task, had a rare moment of free time. He sat on the side stands with several witches, quietly watching the rehearsal below.

Below the stage, thirty carefully selected models, all wearing clothes conceived by him and designed by Malena, looked at each other excitedly, imagining what the scene would be like when they went on stage that day.

These girls were carefully selected by him and Malena, including but not limited to the nuns who worked daily in the monastery, combat nuns, redemption nuns who already had an artistic background, and dark angels who looked exactly like Malena.

Yes, the candidates also include the Dark Angels. These girls are very efficient in learning, and now they have basically mastered some common sense needed to survive in Libel Port, but they have not yet made plans for their future lives, so for the time being, they can only stay idle in the monastery.

But since they were free anyway, Malena suggested that they try to participate in the fashion show. After all, they would all look the same after putting on makeup, and it would be hard to tell the difference. Even if someone doubted them, they would probably only think that the makeup was too good...

cough!

So far, the rehearsal has been quite effective. At least after a few months, the thirty models have gotten into the groove and can perform well on stage no matter what kind of clothes they wear, which is fascinating.

It was also completely different from the timidity they had shown when they first took the stage a month ago.

However, in essence, it is because these girls already have a good physical foundation and excellent qualities, so they can achieve the ideal situation with just a little practice.

It can also support the clothes designed by Hawthorne, and the originally charming designs will not look bad because of the flat figure.

He sat in the stands and watched quietly. Beside him, Die accompanied him and watched everything quietly. She had been responsible for teaching the dark angels, and it was also her contribution to let these girls participate in the rehearsal, so she would often accompany them to watch these performances.

Just looking at it like this, she couldn't help but have other thoughts.

Suddenly, she leaned forward slightly, leaned close to Hawthorne's ear, and whispered, "Master, you can see that these 'Dark Angels', although not yet mature, are already capable of many tasks."

"And considering their qualifications, isn't it a waste of their talents to just accompany Malena in this kind of playful performance?"

"I want to add more useful things to their courses, such as... teaching them how to defend themselves, like this?"

She had more thoughts, and to some extent, these thoughts were exactly the same as Sulfaro's.

Let them all become soldiers and become sharp swords in Hawthorne's hands.

In response to this, Hawthorne slowly shook his head: "You can add more courses, but the idea is still to follow our previous approach. Just teach them the basic common sense. If anyone is interested, we can provide further training."

As he spoke, he stared at the girls in front of him with angelic smiles on their faces, and whispered, "Don't force it."

Die nodded slightly, and a bold idea immediately popped up in her mind: as long as the scope of "foundation" is slightly expanded, then both her ideas and the master's requirements can be met.

For example, the most basic weapon coordination, military formations, etc., are also basic knowledge, right?

Well, let’s do it!

She made up her mind, then looked at the girls in front of her with a smile that showed incomparable satisfaction.

These dark angels are born with extremely strong qualities and magical affinity.

It would be such a waste if they were allowed to live an ordinary life.

Chapter 648 The Curiosity of the Mummy Princess

Hawthorne watched everything in the audience quietly, his mind empty, thinking about nothing, just admiring the beauty of the girls in the audience.

At this moment, not far away, the door of the training room was suddenly pushed open slowly. He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and then he was slightly surprised to find that an unexpected figure was quietly floating towards this place.

It was the undecayed mummy princess, Fatima.

Her arrival did not attract the attention of the nuns, who were still trying on their clothes wholeheartedly. Fatima did not make much noise either, but quietly floated to Hawthorne and sat down next to him.

A faint scent of incense slowly entered his nostrils. After spending so much time together, Hawthorne realized that it was emanating from Fatima.

This should be some kind of preservative spice. It is because of its existence that Fatima's body has remained intact for thousands of years - of course, perhaps also because of this, her sense of smell and taste can only sense bitterness and a slight stench.