Witch Monastery

Even if you don't have trypophobia, you will be scared to the point of your scalp tingling when you walk into this room, and people with a little bit of mysophobia will vomit like crazy!

But now, all of this has been dispelled by the purifying white light, and the entire room is spotless, an absolutely sterile environment.

There is an ultra-high-power lighting lamp standing in the four corners of the room and on the central ceiling, ensuring that there is no blind spot in the entire room.

There is an operating table in the middle of the room, which shows that this room can only accommodate one patient at a time. Next to the operating table is a small table with a series of medical tools such as tweezers, scalpels, hemostatic forceps, small scissors, etc., and the layer below is filled with iodine, alcohol, cotton balls and gauze, etc., to ensure that they can be used at any time.

On the wall at the end of the room, there is a huge cabinet filled with various uncommon medical items to ensure that all the doctor's needs can be met.

Jutta threw the unconscious Cuibisi to the ground, then steadily placed Hawthorne on the operating table. Then he turned his head and looked at a circle of medical equipment that he didn't recognize at all, his face full of anxiety: "How do we use these? How should we treat the master?"

Heidi looked at all this, also with a face full of embarrassment. She didn't know anything about medicine, and these buildings that Hawthorne had built were always controlled by him, so she could only watch from the side.

But now Hawthorne is unconscious, how can we make him regain consciousness...

"I have a solution!" she suddenly said, then took the magic book, walked to Cuibisi, held her head, and cast a healing spell!

In the healing white light, Cuibis gradually opened her dazed eyes. But before she realized where she was, she heard Heidi's questioning: "Cuibis, how do you cure your poison?"

Cuibis suddenly woke up. She had been purified and her body and mind had completely submitted to Hawthorne. Realizing what she had done before, she was immediately horrified: "Master——!"

Shouting like this, without caring about the dirt on her body, she quickly stood up and struggled to move to the side of the operating table. Her face was full of heartache as she looked at Hawthorne, unable to speak.

"Calm down, Cuibis!" Heidi whispered, "The master is not dead yet, but he has been poisoned by you and is now unconscious!"

"This building can help the owner remove toxins, but the problem now is how to make the owner wake up!"

"Cuibisi, do you have this idea?"

Cuibis paused, then shook her head in pain. Heidi was desperate, as Cuibis was an evil witch who liked to torture humans with toxins. How could she possibly research antidotes to save people?

However, if she had to find a way to save someone who had been poisoned by her at all costs, she would not be without a solution.

"All of this is caused by me." She suddenly said with a resolute tone and a sense of self-sacrifice in her eyes, "So, I need to sacrifice everything I have in order to redeem this!"

Next to the operating table, Yuta suddenly raised his head, looking shocked: "Cuibisi, you want to..."

"Yes!" Cuibisi nodded, "I am ready to offer a part of my 'source essence' to the master!"

"The master won't agree!" Yuta raised his head suddenly and rejected it. "I have proposed this before, but the master rejected it. He won't bear to see your foundation damaged!"

"Cui Bisi, think about it carefully. Is there any other way to detoxify?"

Cuibisi shook her head and smiled sadly: "Maybe, but do we have so much time?"

Jutta was speechless, and as she said this, Cuibis turned her head back to look at Heidi, who also had a solemn expression, and said, "When I dedicate myself later, you will continue to use the healing spell to heal the master. This may help the master regain consciousness for a moment."

Heidi nodded seriously: "I know!"

At this moment, she also knew that without sacrificing something, they would never be able to regain their faith and their master!

Cuibisi also nodded slightly, then without further delay, turned around, staring at Hawthorne lying on the operating table with her eyes fixed on him. She took a deep breath, formed a set of complicated seals with her slender hands, then suddenly lowered her head, closed her eyes, and kissed him on the lips.

Spots of emerald green light floated out from the sandalwood mouth and entered Huo Sang's body.

That is the "source substance" of the witches, which is the original substance they obtain from the root of the material world when they are born. Its total amount is often only extremely small, and once it is damaged, it may not be able to recover for many years!

The importance of "source" to witches is like that of bone marrow to humans. It is the most basic energy and the basis of all their abilities.

foundation.

But now, Cuibisi gave away all her most precious things without hesitation!

The overwhelming energy washed over Huo Sang's body, repairing his internal organs that were damaged by the poison. But more of it merged into his soul, mending the scars that had been damaged by the time travel and had not yet fully recovered.

Behind her, Heidi also hurriedly took out the magic book, injected magic power into it, and used the "healing spell" on Hawthorne as if it was free.

Thus, the healing light, along with the source of matter, repaired his body and soul. Under this wasteful treatment, his paralyzed brain finally regained consciousness and he regained consciousness for a moment.

Chapter 67 Detoxification

Hawthorne slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the ceiling of the infirmary and the huge chandelier. The unfamiliar scene puzzled him, after all, he had never seen such a scene before.

Where am I?

He tried to move his hands, but found that his whole body was paralyzed and he couldn't move. He slightly moved his eyes, and then he saw that Cuibisi had tears on her face and was kissing his lips affectionately.

Oh, yes, I was purifying Cuibisi, and then I was poisoned. Before I lost consciousness, the witches sent me to Andreni's room...

No, now this place should be called "Infirmary".

So……

"Detoxification."

He muttered to himself, and then, a strong sense of fatigue came over him. He closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

But his order had been given, so the infirmary began to operate steadily.

The small door of the cabinet at the back suddenly opened, and a disc with two huge needles flew out and landed on Hawthorne's chest. Then, two probes came out from the left and right, spraying medical alcohol to disinfect his arms.

Yuta quickly patted Cuibisi's shoulder and whispered, "That's enough, stop now!"

Cuibisi didn't hesitate to kiss Hawthorne's lips and tried to stand still, but found that her legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Yuta was quick to hug her slender waist, and then helped her sit on the chair next to her, and asked with some concern: "Are you okay?"

"Fortunately..." Cuibisi was barely breathing, her face and lips were pale, but as she watched the medical equipment in the room move automatically, she managed a smile, "From now on, I will have to rely on the master and the sisters to take good care of me."

Yuta nodded slowly, his expression serious: "It's natural!"

Having made this promise, the two witches stopped talking and turned their eyes to the disc, anxiously waiting for the detoxification process.

Then, they saw two needles inserted into the blood vessels in Hawthorne's arms, and dark venous blood was slowly drawn out and transported into the disc.

A warm, purifying white light lit up from the disc, and then, the blood, which seemed to have not changed at all, was slowly transported into Hawthorne's right arm.

Heidi continued to cast healing spells until she had drained the last bit of magic power from her body. She then weakly handed the magic book to Jutta and said, "I can't cast spells anymore. You do it!"

Yuta was not polite. She was not good at casting spells, but was better at fighting. However, that did not mean she did not have a long blue bar. As long as she had the spell book, she would not feel any pressure to cast some spells.

So Jutta took the book, and like Heidi just now, she used up all her magic power to cast the healing spell on Hawthorne as if it were free.

Heidi was not idle either. She left the room and called Ekta and Andre over. It was not until everyone's magic power was completely drained that the witches lay weakly beside the operating table, anxiously and helplessly waiting for the final result.

Finally, after another six hours, when the sun had set, this long and torturous purification finally came to an end.

The purification disc pulled out the needle and automatically flew back to its original cabinet. Hawthorne slowly opened his confused eyes.

His consciousness was still a little hazy, and he couldn't figure out what state he was in. When he opened his eyes, the five witches immediately suppressed their physical weakness and surrounded him together: "Master, how are you?"

"Are you feeling okay? Can you move?"

"Are you feeling dizzy? Do you want to eat something?"

……

They asked with concern, one question after another, like a string of cannonballs, hitting Hawthorne, making him dizzy. He quickly raised one hand and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Stop, stop!"

Then the five witches shut up and fell into silence. Hawthorne took two deep breaths to calm his emotions. His consciousness gradually became clear. He carefully recalled the previous situation and realized what was going on.

And then, he couldn't help feeling a little scared.

It was a close call, I was almost done for!

But fortunately, now I have been rescued and everything is settled.

"What time is it now?" he asked. "How long have I been unconscious? Nothing else has happened, has it?"

"The sun has just set. You've been unconscious for about six hours." Heidi said hurriedly, her voice choked with tears in her eyes.

She wiped her tears with her sleeve, then forced a smile and said:

"No more accidents happened at the monastery, and everything went smoothly."

The remaining witches nodded, their excitement evident in their words. Even Uta, who usually had a cold expression, was so excited that her eyes were red, as if she might cry at any moment.

Hearing this, Hawthorne also breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I thought I was unconscious for three days and three nights or something...it turned out to be only six hours. Tsk, that's totally acceptable!

"Help me up." He continued, and the two most senior witches, Heidi and Jutta, quickly reached out and helped him slowly sit up from the operating table.

He then stretched his body and felt his physical condition before saying, "I'm fine now. Everything feels fine. Uh, I'm just a little hungry."

Hearing this, Heidi's eyes suddenly lit up: "I'm glad you're okay, I'll go cook for you right away!"

"No need!" he said hurriedly, "Help me to the kitchen, I'll do it myself!"

Heidi did not refuse, so the witches carefully supported him like a baby. Even though he had recovered well, they did not relax at all.

This distance of less than 100 meters made him feel like he had walked a kilometer. Fortunately, in the end, he walked to the kitchen safely and ordered a sumptuous dinner for himself.

He didn't even have lunch. He was busy purifying the witch in the morning, and it didn't end until noon. He was also knocked unconscious by Cuibis's poison, so in total, he hadn't eaten for nearly eleven hours.

Now of course I have to supplement it.

He called up the system and gave the order. Soon, the pots, pans, and other items in the kitchen automatically took off and began to process the ingredients in preparation for cooking.

However, even with the most skilled cooks, it would take half an hour to cook a good meal. Hawthorne sat on a chair and waited, while the five witches did not go anywhere, but stood upright around him, waiting like five telephone poles.

As a last resort, he could only sigh and smile bitterly, "I'm really fine now, I can do whatever I need to do!"

As he said this, he looked up at the Insect Witch and said, "I'm talking about you, Andrei. Go find out what's going on. Don't just stand there like an idiot!"

Chapter 68 Toxin Immunity!

Andrei thought to herself that even if she stood still here, she could still hear everything her insects could hear. However, at this time, she naturally could not disobey the will of her master, Hawthorne, so she bowed slightly to show that she accepted the order, and then turned and left.

Hawthorne looked at the remaining four people and was just thinking about what kind of work he should assign to them, but when he saw Cuibis's body, his expression suddenly froze.

He could clearly discern the weakness revealed in the witch's face and eyes; even her magic power was significantly weaker.

He was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly, and recalled that when he was unconscious, it was she who kissed his lips and injected the most fundamental energy into his body.

It was her selfless sacrifice that saved her life and gave her a moment of clarity to give orders to the infirmary to treat her.

Now that I think about it carefully, that should be... the source of the witches, their most fundamental power.

When he thought of this, he was suddenly moved.

"Thank you," he said softly.

In response to this, the most vicious and selfish witch in the monastery just smiled and said, "This is what I should do to atone for my sins. After all, the master was poisoned so deeply in order to redeem me."

"If it weren't for my previous arrogance and ignorance, the master wouldn't be in danger. Paying the essence to save the master is the compensation I must make."

She was very conscious, which touched Hawthorne even more. Although he knew that if he wanted, Heidi, Jutta and the other two witches would immediately share their essence with him without reservation.

In fact, a long time ago, because his physique was too weak, Heidi and Juta had both suggested that she share some of her essence with him in order to quickly improve his strength.

Of course, he decisively rejected this proposal.

For a mortal creature like him who lives in the purely material world, source essence is just a relatively precious supplement; but for the witches, it is the foundation of their existence. The slightest touch of it will cause great damage to their vitality, and without special treatment, they may not be able to recover for many years!

Your own physical condition can be restored by replenishing nutrition, but you must not damage the strength of the witches because of this!

And the more this happened, the more moved he felt when facing Cuibisi.

"You don't have to feel guilty about this, Cuibisi." He said softly, "Every witch, before being purified, has the same idea as you."

As he said this, Heidi smiled softly, and Jutta's expression was also slightly embarrassed. Only Ekta didn't make any strange expression. After all, she was too weak and didn't pose any threat to Hawthorne at all, so she was purified.

"And I have never blamed any of you." Having said this, Hawthorne raised his head and swept his eyes across all the witches before returning to Cuibisi. "As long as they are witches purified by me, they are all equally favored by me and are the ones I trust the most.

people! ”

Instantly, Cuibisi's eyes sparkled with tears: "Master..."

Hawthorne opened his arms, so she immediately rushed over, threw herself into his arms, and hugged his body tightly with her arms: "Master, Cuibisi swears that even if my power is small, I will serve you until the last moment of my life!"

Hawthorne smiled, took off her nun's hat, and stroked her long pink hair. He said, "Then I promise you, I will find a way to repair your essence in the near future, so that you can return to your peak strength!"

Although the witch's essence is difficult to replenish, as an old player, he actually knows a way to help them restore their strength.

But for the time being, his strength is not enough to take it.

In short, Cuibisi was in his arms, smiling and being gentle with him. Hawthorne let her sit on his lap, hugged her soft body, and then stretched out a finger, called up the system, and began to check his attributes:

Host: Hawthorne

Sex: Male

Race: Human subspecies (Blue Silver)

Age: 15 years old

Height: 1.7m