Witch Monastery

The Casalante Theatre was packed, and some people even had to bribe their connections to squeeze in and see what was going on, even if they had to stand.

Hawthorne mobilized all the connections he could and invited many newspaper reporters, celebrities and aristocrats to come, just to create the biggest momentum for this performance.

Of course, it was Blue Dragon who was behind all this. After he said hello to Rahman, the latter said that he had some money lying around that he couldn't invest, so after listening to his needs, he decisively put all the money on the media, asking them to come and report on it with all their might, and to make sure that this performance shocked the whole city.

This is how the current grand scene was created, to the point that some people would even risk not having seats just to come in and take a look.

This result made Hawthorne feel ashamed, mainly because according to Cuibisi's estimation, Rahman spent as much as 200,000 gold coins on publicity. It was estimated that they would never be able to make back the profit from these clothes, and they were simply losing money to gain publicity.

He actually felt a little sorry about this, but Rahman was a rich and busy guy. The blue dragon seemed to feel anxious when he kept the money and would feel uncomfortable if he didn't spend it, so he had no choice but to go along with this guy.

Hence, today’s grand occasion came into being.

As the host announced the start of the show, the first model appeared and the audience exclaimed. She had short pale hair and healthy wheat-colored skin. Not only was there not a trace of fat, but if you looked closely, you could see obvious muscle lines.

She was wearing tight black leather boots, leather hot pants, a black tube top, and black round sleeves on her arms. However, these clothes were not separate pieces. There were silver chains connecting them in the middle, making them a whole.

So, at first glance, the wearer looks like a prisoner, but upon closer inspection, he or she has the beauty of strength that comes from breaking free from bondage.

After fully showing off her figure and charm on the stage, the model turned around and left gracefully. The next person to appear had a completely different style.

Although they have the same white hair, the new girl has skin as soft and plump as white jade. The lines of her face and muscles are also extremely soft. With her gentle smile, she looks noble yet not too aggressive.

She was wearing a bright red cheongsam with slits on both sides reaching up to her hips. Her snow-white thighs were faintly visible as she walked forward, and her amazing temptation made people want to take a peek.

It had only been a short while since the show started, but the atmosphere in the venue was already heated and agitated. After her, the third person who came on stage also caused everyone to whisper.

The model wore a translucent tulle on her upper shoulders, revealing her slender figure. However, on her towering chest were not underwear, but layers of tightly wrapped white bandages, exuding a dangerous atmosphere, as if they might fall off at any time.

And on the back of the bra, there is a beautiful bow tied: this gives people a strong illusion, as if the whole dress will fall off quietly as long as the strap on her back is gently pulled!

The girls walking on the stage were all so beautiful, and the clothes they wore were so bold and sexy. The atmosphere at the venue reached its peak from the very beginning, with reporters taking pictures and editors writing furiously, not only for the mission, but also because they had a hunch: even if they didn't take the money from the blue dragons, this fashion show itself would become a huge news that would shock the entire Port of Liber!

At this time, in the private room on the second floor, Hawthorne was enjoying the performance with a half-full glass of red wine in front of him.

On his right, Anno, wearing an orange dress, hugged his arms and pouted, looking at everything in front of him with some dissatisfaction; and on his left, Fatima, wrapped in a black robe, was also quietly looking at the audience seats downstairs.

She no longer had any interest in the girls walking on the catwalk. After all, she had seen them several times before and she could remember all their clothes by heart.

What she wanted to see now was the audience's reaction, to see whether the people of this era were really as open-minded as Hawthorne said, and whether her own head had become an old-fashioned antique.

Hawthorne didn't mind and let him watch. After all, his attention was still on An Nuo.

The girl naturally knew that he was going to hold a fashion show. After hearing that the venue was Casalante, she seemed to have a PTSD attack. She dropped everything she was doing and wanted to come along to watch it.

If not for anything else, it's just to supervise Hawthorne and prevent him from doing anything bad.

In this regard, although there was nothing wrong with the fashion show itself, considering the presence of Malena, he still felt a little psychological pressure. At the moment, he didn't even have the mood to watch the performance. His heart was completely on Anno.

Seeing the girl pouting as if she was angry, he reached out and pinched her nose, pretending to be relaxed and joking: "How is it? I told you, there is nothing wrong with this scene."

An Nuo sniffed and glanced at Fatima. After confirming that her attention was not here and she should not be able to hear, he leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You don't want me to wear these clothes, do you?"

She could still appreciate some of these clothes, but some were too bold for her, like the bandage outfit + fishnet stockings design she just walked past. It was so revealing that she couldn't imagine herself walking down the street wearing it.

Hawthorne quickly expressed his opinion: "How could that be? It is your freedom to dress however you want. At most, I am just offering some trivial suggestions, or begging you, dear, to fulfill my small wish..."

As he said this, Fatima, who was standing beside him, tried to keep a straight face and pretend not to hear it.

An Nuo sniffed and suddenly whispered, "I can buy all of them, but I'll only do it... for the last time, understand?"

Hawthorne glanced at her from the corner of his eye and found that the girl's face was already red.

Hawthorne held back his laughter, and all his previous nervousness disappeared, leaving only relief and surprise.

He reached out and stroked her soft golden hair, nodding: "Well, let's try it again for the last time."

Next to her, Fatima felt that coming here seemed to be a mistake.

She tried to divert her attention from the conversation. Her eyes searched the crowd, observing the expressions of each person.

And suddenly, she frowned slightly.

"Wait!" she suddenly said, "Hawthorne, I found an acquaintance."

Hawthorne turned his head and looked at her in shock: "What?"

In this era, there is probably only one person whom Fatima can call "acquaintance"!

His eyes were slightly empty, and there was already a hint of murderous intent in his tone: "Is it Von Stein?"

Fatima nodded, "Yes, even though he is invisible, we are magically connected since he became undead."

"I can sense his location, and I can roughly guess his destination... He is heading towards the backstage!"

As she said this, the murderous intent in Hawthorne's eyes was about to overflow.

This is the beginning of Malena's career, and he absolutely cannot allow this vampire to mess everything up!

Well, since after you were resurrected, you didn’t go hide in a remote place, but instead came to Port Liber with great fanfare, and even took the initiative to come to my territory.

Well, I just have to eat all these essential points that are delivered to my mouth!

"Anno, do you have a weapon?"

His eyes were murderous, but his tone was gentle. An Nuo nodded slightly, but his expression was a little hesitant: "It's just that I'm wearing this outfit today. It will be more troublesome to change to plate armor..."

What she was wearing tonight was indeed rather complicated, and considering that she might have to go meet those models with Hawthorne, she even put on some light makeup - this state was definitely not suitable for fighting, and if a fight broke out later, her ability to protect herself would be limited.

"It doesn't matter." Hawthorne said, "This guy is very weak, I can handle him by myself."

"Later, you will use your divine perception to determine his location. I am capable of killing him alone!"

Chapter 651: Cavendish's Calculation

Ten minutes ago, in another private room, von Stein and old Marquis Cavendish were both holding wine glasses and sitting on the sofa at the back of the room, admiring the models' catwalk while tasting the delicious and mellow blood in the glasses.

Both of their faces were as pale as paper, their pupils were blood-red, and their sharp canine teeth hinted at their current identities: vampires.

They squinted their eyes, admiring the figures and clothes of the girls walking on the stage, their eyes full of admiration.

"Times have really changed!" von Stein said with emotion, "Such creative clothes would have been criticized as shameless in my time. But now, they can be displayed in such a dignified way for so many people to appreciate!"

He said this, but his tone did not show much rejection. He was a rebellious guy, and he liked this kind of atmosphere very much.

The old Marquis of Cavendish drank the blood in his cup and then smiled and said, "Oh, sir, how did women dress in that era?"

"Use a burqa, cover yourself completely," von Stein said. "Except for your hands and face, nothing can be exposed. Oh, if you are a devout woman, you have to wear a veil when you go out, and you can't show your true face to anyone other than your husband."

As he spoke, he looked down at the girls walking on the catwalk below the stage, his voice full of emotion: "And now? Look at these girls, their arms, legs, feet, waists and belly buttons are all exposed, and some even have half of their buttocks exposed, for so many people to watch. It's incredible!"

Old Cavendish smiled and said, "Actually, this kind of decoration is not common in this era. To be honest, I have lived for more than 60 years, and this is the first time I have seen an exhibition like this."

As he spoke, he looked at the girls below and sighed, "The ideas of today's young people are scarier than those of us old folks!"

Von Stein chuckled and looked down at the girls, his red eyes burning with desire.

"Hey." He suddenly asked, "Have you ever asked who these girls belong to?"

Old Cavendish's smile faded, he looked down and said, "I heard that the organizer this time is named Hawthorne. Perhaps their owner is Nigel Hawthorne, who has been very popular in Libel Harbor this year."

Von Stein looked faintly: "Oh? Why is this guy so popular?"

"Oh, he's very handsome. Even the Paladin daughter of the Amcasla family is fascinated by him." Old Cavendish said, "With that face, many young girls in the city regard him as their dream lover."

Von Stein immediately sneered: "Isn't this just a pretty boy with a lot of show?"

"Not only that." Old Cavendish hastily added, trying to promote Hawthorne's strength as much as possible, "At the same time, he is no more than seventeen or eighteen years old this year, but he is already a powerful spellcaster. During the demon disaster last year, he and his girlfriend killed a lot of demons, and because of this, he was awarded the lifelong noble title of earl."

Von Stein's smile faded. "A spellcaster? That's quite interesting. How many levels?"

"It is said that he can reach the sixth ring." Von Stein made a very serious expression. "My grandson is studying at the Magic University. I asked him before. He and his mentor and classmates have all evaluated him. Hawthorne must be at least a tenth-level spellcaster."

"Although he is powerful, it is better for us not to directly offend a strong man of this level."

He seemed to be suggesting this cautiously. Hearing this, von Stein grinned with an expression of extreme disdain: "That's it?"

He looked down at Cavendish as if he were looking at a country bumpkin. "I don't know how many such people who marry into the family purely based on the boasting of the woman's family have been seen in my time. Spellcasters are indeed worthy of attention, but people like this are all just show-offs!"

"Oh, ignorant Cavendish, I know you still don't believe in my strength, but that's because you haven't seen how powerful I am when I use all my magic power."

As he spoke, he slowly put down the wine glass and stood up from the sofa. The tuxedo on the wall automatically floated to his body, and the red tie was automatically tied: "Wait and see, I will let you know how powerful your current master is, and that Hawthorne will kneel here and voluntarily dedicate everything he has to us!"

Behind him, Cavendish also stood up and bowed to him: "I have never doubted your strength, my lord. I will wait here for your triumphant return."

Von Stein stepped out, his body hidden in the shadows, and gradually no trace of him remained.

He was a man of great talent and courage, confident in his own strength, and walked through the cheering performance venue all the way to the backstage.

No one noticed his trace along the way because his body hidden in the shadows neither emitted any light nor made any sound.

He walked smoothly to the backstage, to the corridor outside the dressing room. The soundproofing of this room was not very good, and he could already hear the beautiful models playing and laughing with each other in the room.

Even though there was a door between them, but just by listening to the sounds and combining them with the performance he had just seen, he could clearly imagine how sexy and erotic the scene would be when the model girls inside played around with each other between changing times.

Very good, these girls will all become my blood servants.

This time... I also want to have a derivative body of 7,000 people!

As he thought this, he raised his hand, silently chanted a spell, and prepared to cast a magic spell to make his body become intangible so that he could pass through the door.

But at this moment, two figures came over from the corner of the corridor. They were a man and a woman, both of them were tall, the man had long, smooth hair like snow, and the woman had blonde hair and blue eyes, and she was wearing a yellow dress with a wide bustle.

Von Stein turned his head subconsciously and saw the girl reaching out her hand to the front: "He is right in front, he is invisible, and he is about to open the door!"

As he spoke, a golden glow fell forward and shone on von Stein, immediately making his body appear translucent in front of the two people!

At the same time, a flash of light appeared in the white-haired man's hand, and a huge double-headed sword appeared in his hand.

At the same time, he spread a pair of light blue wings behind him, and tremendous magic power surged. He accelerated almost instantly, like a falcon, rushing straight towards von Stein!

In an instant, von Stein felt the hairs all over his body stand on end. Even though as a vampire he no longer had such physiological reactions, the pressure still gripped his heart!

"Ah--!"

He suppressed the tension in his heart, snorted coldly, and his body exploded into countless bats, instantly filling the entire corridor.

Each bat was his true form, and each one was not. He maintained this posture, making it difficult for Hawthorne to start for a while!

The stats of the vampire von Stein are indeed not high, but he has a very complicated and complex combat mechanism, which the background description calls "cunning in battle."

If new players encounter this guy, they may indeed be trapped and frustrated to death; but in fact, after veteran players have SLed a few more times and become familiar with his mechanism, they will realize that this guy is actually average, so they can come to him to get gold coins at a very low level.

Not to mention that Hawthorne, who is already familiar with various strategies, would find it easy to beat this guy!

"Three, two...one!"

Counting numbers silently in his heart, he turned around suddenly, and slashed down with his sword -

Almost at the same time as he swung his sword, the endless bats in the corridor suddenly began to rush towards his back, condensing into a human shape behind him, accompanied by a magical spell: "death..."

However, he was interrupted before he could even finish his spell, and the sharp edge of the double-headed sword fell on him. A huge explosion of magic power blew up, and the guy's body was blown away in an instant!

"cough--!"

The vampire fully revealed his body and rolled on the ground. His black tuxedo was instantly wrinkled and dirty, and a deep scar that could be seen to the bone appeared on his shoulder.

Chapter 652 Von Stein's Secret

Although the wound healed quickly due to the vampire's powerful self-healing ability, it was visibly visible to the naked eye that von Stein's pale face became extremely ugly.

How can it be? !

How come he could see through my plan and strike me with his sword right at the place where I turned back into human form!

Could it be... a wizard from the school of prophecy?

But why would he fight with a double-headed sword? !

He didn't understand, couldn't figure it out, but time didn't give him the chance to think further. Over there, Huo Sang flapped his wings and rushed towards him, with a huge amount of magic power surging on his double-headed sword, ready to beat him down!

After becoming familiar with this guy's fighting style, Hawthorne was fully confident that he could kill this vampire!

Can't beat it!

escape!

An extremely humiliating thought came to von Stein's mind, but this was not the time to think about it. He gritted his teeth, and his body suddenly exploded into countless bats again. While dodging Hawthorne's sword, he recondensed into a human form at the far end of the corridor, and then crashed straight into the glass in front of him.

click-

The glass was broken by him, and his body rushed out of the room and was exposed to the sunlight.

"Ugh—!"

The sunlight at dusk was not as scorching, but it still burned his skin, causing him to scream involuntarily.

He then quickly summoned black mist to wrap his body, and summoned a pair of bat wings behind him, flapping them vigorously!