Witch Monastery

When Wang Du saw that it was the two of them, he immediately held his forehead and felt extremely annoyed.

For the past few days, his subordinates, consultants, etc., all came to ask him indirectly when their salaries would be increased and why Sharma's people enjoyed endless benefits every day while there was no movement on their side.

But, isn't this obvious? Sharma is the priest of the holy elephant, and Wangdu is not!

Wang Du himself could easily accept this logic, but his subordinates could not. Looking at the embarrassment and resentment on Berian's face, he suddenly realized that his team had reached the limit of their patience.

Even someone as honest as Berian, who stayed in the lab all day, couldn't help but come to find me...

If I can't think of any solution, my team will probably be disbanded...

At this moment, an indescribable sense of crisis arose in Wang Du's heart.

……

While Wang Du was in a state of excitement and many of his subordinates were quite dissatisfied, Huo Sang was extremely relaxed. He was reading a magic book in his room and drawing on it.

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open, and Annuo came in with two cups of goat milk. She first placed one cup next to Hawthorne, then took the other cup, took a sip, and then suddenly couldn't help it, covered her mouth and began to laugh.

Hawthorne glanced at her and then stretched out his hand with some dissatisfaction and pinched her butt: "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

An Nuo slapped his hand away, shook his head, and continued to laugh: "Nothing, I just feel that you are really so kind that you want to help Berian and the others get benefits?"

Hawthorne rolled his eyes: "I didn't help, I just helped them recognize the real situation."

"Whether they can really raise their salaries depends on their own efforts."

That's right, even though he acted like a good guy in front of Berian and others, advising them to understand Wang Du's difficulties and not put too much pressure on him.

But in fact, he was the one who spread the news behind the scenes and made the treatment of Sharma's subordinates public, letting Wang Du's subordinates know the disparity and then feel resentful and dissatisfied. All of this was his doing!

His plan was very simple. When he found out that Sharma actually used such a disgusting little trick and planned to use his fame to flatter himself, Hawthorne was angry in his heart, but he also realized one thing.

That is, Sharma is a narrow-minded and petty guy.

Although he was born into a noble family, he did not develop a calm and generous character. Instead, he was very insidious and despicable, always using such shameful little tricks.

As a leader, such a person will never be able to lead his team well, and the team will inevitably be filled with many contradictions and rifts.

He began to investigate secretly from then on. He was an international supporter. In other words, he brought his own dry food to help Pala and eliminate the common enemy of the living together. He did not have much real direct interest relationship with the elephants, so he could not feel his performance in the distribution of benefits.

He did not start from this aspect, but started to investigate from Sharma, Wang Du and others' subordinates. Then this investigation really made him discover many clues. Sharma obviously favored his subordinates everywhere. The treatment that was not his own direct troops could get was ridiculously low, and it could even be said that it was very different!

However, Hawthorne clearly remembered that many of the overall planning, command and deployment work were done and researched by Wang Du and his think tank, but the treatment they received was pitifully little in comparison.

Realizing the unfairness of this, a rough plan suddenly emerged in Hawthorne's mind.

Don’t you, Sharma, disgust me in every way?

Haha, don't you look at what you have done? I don't even need to disgust you myself, I just need to push you a little bit from behind and make these things you have done public, and then you can see how many days of good life you still have.

He wanted to intensify the conflict between the two sides and take revenge on Xia.

Erma's purpose.

An Nuo sat next to him, close to him. Her smile gradually faded, and after a moment of hesitation, she asked, "Will this cause internal instability and eventually affect the war situation?"

Huo Sang spread his hands: "Then he should give up some of his benefits and improve the treatment of Wang Du's subordinates. This allocation work is not presided over by me, so you can't blame me for this."

"Besides, even you and I can see the daily pomp and circumstance of Sharma. We can't help him cover it up, right?"

This is the truth. It is not difficult to stir up a conflict between the two sides. Sharma's subordinates have never concealed their luxury. Their treatment is higher than that of Wang Du's subordinates, which has long been known to everyone.

But before this, no one knew how high it was, so the resentment could still be controlled.

What Hawthorne is doing is to uncover all the bloody things and expose the cruel truth, so as to chill the hearts of Wang Du's hard-working subordinates and force the two elephant men to fight because of the unfair difference in treatment!

This was the result he was happy to see.

Sharma planted the seeds himself, and Hawthorne just watered them. After that, he didn't even need to do anything, he could just wait for everything to develop and grow a satisfactory result...

An Nuo tilted her head and then shook her head gently. She instinctively felt that this might lead to some unpleasant consequences. However, as Hawthorne said, Sharma's subordinates were indeed not very low-key.

Those dance troupes and drama troupes that had performed at the celebration banquet were later taken over by Sharma's subordinates. The daily indulgence in decadent music made her couldn't help but wonder if this was a bit too extravagant.

However, this was an internal matter after all, and she had no way of interfering. Although she was worried that what Hawthorne was doing might lead to bad results, she also vaguely hoped that those extravagant officers would learn a lesson.

Hope everything can be safely landed.

She prayed like this, while Hawthorne glanced at the goat milk on the table, but ignored it. He suddenly put his head on Annuo's chest and said, "I want to eat this."

An Nuo's face turned red, he secretly glanced outside, and cursed "pervert" under his breath.

However, at this time, Hawthorne had quietly lifted her clothes and put one of the pink buds in his mouth.

An Nuo said "hmm" softly, hugged his head, and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that no one would come...

Chapter 730 The Next Witch Night

As time goes by, the undercurrent is still surging.

The nerves of every soldier in Gendra Port were on edge as they confronted the untraceable Lord of the Abyss who was lurking in the deep sea.

On this day, the night was clear and the sky was full of stars.

Behind the port of Gendra, a group of elephant-man prophecy wizards wearing blue magic robes dotted with yellow five-pointed stars were fiddling with telescopes on the top of the building and observing the stars.

However, at this moment, a heavy sound of footsteps was heard. Then, a voice with suppressed anger came from not far away: "Everyone, has Ocus made any move?"

That was Sharma's voice. Then, the tall elephant man walked onto the stage, staring at the prophecy wizards in front of him with his small round eyes.

It had been more than a month since they had observed the activity of the Abyss Lord. However, even though all signs showed that the other party was still present in this sea area, Ocus had not made any movement.

It seems that even as a demon, it understands what patience is.

In this situation, Sharma, as the head coach, was under tremendous pressure and began to lose his patience. Every few days, he would come to find the prophecy wizards under his command and ask them to give him an explanation.

When will the Lord of the Abyss take action?

Faced with the angry Sharma, even though the prophecy masters in front of them felt resentful that he had interrupted their stargazing work, they did not dare to express any dissatisfaction.

An older elephant man came over, bowed his head humbly, and said, "General, you can rest assured. Although the Abyss Lord is still in this sea area, he has not shown any signs of activity recently. Gendra Port is still safe for the time being."

He tried to calm Sharma down, but his words only made the elephant man even more anxious.

"What's going on? It's been so many days, why is the Abyss Lord still motionless?" He was a little angry and couldn't help asking, "Is he really hiding in his underwater nest without moving, or did you guys make a mistake in your work and dare not tell me that the guy actually ran away a long time ago and left this sea area?"

He was indeed anxious. Although he had made great contributions in conquering the Port of Gendra, in order to further fight against the Lord of the Abyss, he applied to his superiors and requested more holy elephants for support.

However, for such a large army, the daily expenses of eating, drinking, defecating and urinating are astronomical, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Is there any way to force it out and have a decisive battle?" He asked in a buzzing voice, "I don't spend money to support you so that you can eat and drink for free every day and do nothing!"

After being scolded by Sharma, the older elephant man turned his head and looked behind him. He looked at each other and saw dissatisfaction in each other's eyes.

After seeing this look, they knew that if they didn't say something practical next, they would probably not be able to get past Sharma.

"According to the prophecy, um, Orcus is waiting for an opportunity." The prophecy mage turned back and said to Sharma, "An opportunity for the barrier of the world to become weaker, so that he can control more powerful magic."

Sharma frowned. "What kind of opportunity is that? Tell me clearly! If you tell me riddles again, I'll slap you in the face!"

Several prophecy wizards became angry and thought to themselves, "You are uneducated and don't understand the characteristics of the arrival of the double-moon night. You can't understand these words. Are you blaming us?"

But they did not get angry. They just held it in and patiently explained to the elephant man: "It is the night of the double moon."

Double moon night!

It will make the magic power restless, witches be born, the undead rise up, it will be a weird and restless double moon night!

The anger in Sharma's heart suddenly dissipated. He looked at these prophecy wizards with a subtle expression, feeling that countless strange emotions were brewing in his heart.

The Abyss Lord was actually waiting for such an opportunity...

"How long will it take?" he asked. "How long will it take until the next double moon night?"

His heart was also heavy. On the night of the double moon, all kinds of chaos would happen all over the world, and he couldn't help but feel irritated.

"That's not certain yet." The prophecy mage shook his head and said, "If you are really anxious, you might as well ask the moon elves. They have the most accurate predictions on this."

"But at the very least, the earliest should be fifteen days from now - as for the specific date, we still have to wait until then to get an answer."

Sharma took a deep breath. He felt the pressure and anxiety. "Okay, I understand. You guys keep working and determine Ocas' action plan as soon as possible!"

Several prophecy wizards nodded in agreement and did not refute. Although this guy had a bad temper and strange demands, he did give a lot, so what else could they complain about?

Sharma turned and left, but he did not return to his own house, but went straight to Wang Du's residence. Since the other party planned to launch an attack on the night of the double moon, he had to make more preparations for this, and for this, he needed his friend to use his brain more.

Wang Du had already gone to bed, but when he heard that Sharma had arrived, he had to get up again and entertain him in his black pajamas.

In Wang Du's residence, Sharma told him exactly what he had learned from the prophecy masters, and then said, "We must prepare in advance. Orcus will launch an attack in at least fifteen days."

“Whether I can go down in history and become a saint praised by my tribe for generations, a legend admired by the elephant god, depends on this battle!”

He looked at Wang Du in front of him with eager eyes, his tone full of excitement.

Wang Du looked at him coldly, not showing the confident and gentle expression as before, there was even a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

Not to mention the fact that Sharma woke him up in the middle of the night, many of the troubles Wang Du had to face recently also originated from Sharma.

He knew that it was this guy who was greedy and took too many things, which resulted in him getting too little and causing his subordinates to feel resentful.

However, the status between the two is not equal. He can't ask this guy directly for it, otherwise he will only get a cold shoulder...

Countless little thoughts were spinning in his mind.

Sharma didn't know what his friend was thinking. He was still immersed in his own fantasy. Then he saw Wang Du slowly lower his eyes, looking a little lonely, and then he smiled bitterly and said, "If it's fifteen days, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to make effective arrangements."

Sharma was stunned: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's not that I don't have a plan, it's just..." Wang Du spread his hands, "As you can see, Sharma, I'm sick and can't work. I have to rest."

Sharma was startled and looked carefully at Wang Du in front of him. Only then did he realize that his friend's eyes looked a little haggard, and even the ivory, which should have been as smooth and bright as jade, now had some yellow spots.

This sign indicated that Wang Du was indeed sick.

Sharma nodded slowly, a sympathetic expression on his face. As the messenger of the elephant god, his body was filled with divine power like the paladins, so he had not experienced what it felt like to be sick for decades.

But Wang Du was not like that. He was at best a warrior with a relatively strong physique, and he had never been favored by the power of the elephant god. Although he was not prone to illness, he could easily be exhausted by long-term continuous fighting and hard work.

"Well, well, it seems I can't count on you in the short term." Sharma said, with some regret in his voice, "But it doesn't matter, I'll just bear the burden. I can do your work myself!"

Wang Du's mouth curled up into an imperceptible sneer, and then Sharma stretched out his big hand like a palm leaf fan and patted him on the shoulder: "Take good care of yourself and come back as soon as possible. If you miss this opportunity, even if I want to take you to be famous in history and become a legend, there will not be such a great opportunity as Ocas, haha!"

As he spoke, he could not help but burst into laughter. Wang Du nodded his head and said yes, then Sharma turned and left.

Wang Du heaved a sigh of relief after watching Sharma walk away. He also began to make arrangements in secret, waiting for Sharma to show signs of decline.

When the time comes, he can step forward and turn the tide...

Chapter 731 Ekta's Inferiority

International supporters camp.

"Come, the lamb leg is ready~"

Taking the golden lamb leg from the grill, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, Ekta happily carried it into the room and served it on the dining table. The rich aroma hit them in the face, and the Hawthorne people who were gathered around the table suddenly had a great appetite, and they almost drooled.

In the middle of the round table was a rectangular iron plate, lined with lettuce leaves, waiting for Ekta to put the lamb leg on it. Hawthorne stood up and assisted her in putting it on the table. Immediately, everyone else couldn't wait to take out their knives and forks, ready to cut off a large piece of it.

After returning to Gendra Harbor, because Orcus was reluctant to launch an attack, Hawthorne and his companions had nothing to do. So, in addition to their daily training, they began to study how to use the limited ingredients and seasonings on hand to satisfy their appetites in this country full of strange foods.

In other words, it is to study how to eat and improve your cooking skills.

But that was the case, in fact, they just got together to fool around and kill time under the pretext of cooking. After all, except for Ethan, most of the others in this group didn't cook much - Hawthorne was the same, and all the food he had ever made was essentially produced by the system.

Originally, these bored people should have a three-minute enthusiasm for cooking, and then it would be over. However, during this process, one person really improved his cooking skills, or in other words, showed his talent in barbecue.

That is, Ekta.

The former Fire Witch preferred to use violent flames to directly bombard the enemy; later she was purified by Hawthorne and began to use her abilities for production. She began to study the stable output of her own flames to smelt metals and create tools.

Later, after communicating with Ethan, she learned many techniques for finely controlling flames; and finally now, when she skillfully applied these techniques to grilled food, the taste produced by the perfect fire immediately amazed everyone and they were full of praise.

Everyone at the table was scrambling to eat the food, and soon the lamb leg was cut into pieces. Across the table, Red Dragonborn Ethan was chewing, and golden fat was slowly flowing down the dragon whiskers on the edge of his mouth.

He gave Ekta a thumbs up and managed to squeeze out two words through his nose: "Perfect!"

This is a compliment to her.

Needless to say, Kassadin was also wolfing down the food. Even though Moon Elf Priest Tirastra was more restrained and elegant, it was obvious that she was also addicted to the taste.

Even the dejected bard Eric couldn't help but say a few more words of praise at this moment: "It's really delicious. It's a pity that I don't know how many times I can eat such delicious food in the rest of my life!"

He sighed as the compliments came one after another. This was the highest compliment for a chef.

But alas, Ekta is not a chef.

The Fire Witch clapped her hands and sat down next to Hawthorne's left, her big eyes blinking excitedly, as if she was expecting his praise.