Witch Monastery

but……

Ah, the taste of witch is really good.

Hawthorne sighed in his heart, and the pain would eventually pass, and Cuibis's sobbing gradually subsided. Knowing that she had adapted to his body, he then began to move his waist back and forth, slowly and evenly.

Cuibisi opened her mouth slightly, her mind was blank, she couldn't think at all, she could only follow her feelings and let out sweet and pleasant gasps: "Ah...ah...ah..."

Gradually, she hugged his neck and regained some strength, and her waist, as flexible as a water snake, began to sway back and forth, actually responding to his impact!

"Ah, Tribis..."

Wonderful happiness filled Hawthorne's soul, and he couldn't help but sigh. He also put his arms around her shoulders, and the speed of swinging his waist gradually increased. The sound of water splashing continued, accompanied by Cuibis's panting and moaning, together playing a joyful melody.

Looking at her two small breasts shaking up and down with the swing of her waist, Hawthorne suddenly lowered his head and took them in his mouth.

"ah

,Owner--"

Cuibisi opened her eyes and looked down, and saw that he was actually sucking, grinding his front teeth lightly and teasing with his tongue. Immediately, the triple strong stimulation of her mind, chest and lower body pushed her soul to the cloud of happiness again!

Hawthorne paused, feeling her flesh suddenly tense, a stream of heat gushing out from deep inside her body again, her soft legs clamped around his waist, as if to suck him dry.

He spat out her grapes, and then the girl collapsed on his chest again, gasping for breath, and begged for mercy: "Master, I can't do it anymore..."

Hawthorne's mouth curled up slightly.

"We're just getting started." He leaned over to her ear and whispered, "Tonight, it's just the beginning."

As he said this, he turned her over and made her kneel on the bed, pressing her soft waist down as much as possible, so that her little buttocks were raised high.

He knelt upright on the bed, hugged the two perky buttocks with both hands, and drove his huge thing straight in.

“Ah—Master!”

Cuibisi let out another soft moan from her throat, and then the sound of flesh and water colliding continued to echo in the dormitory.

Chapter 71 Wanted?

day and night.

The next day, in the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight from the east shone through the window onto the big bed in the dormitory, Hawthorne slowly woke up from his sweet dream.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Cuibisi's slender and graceful body curled up in a ball, hugging his arm, sleeping peacefully.

Hawthorne couldn't bear to wake her up, so he moved his body slightly and lay in a more comfortable position. He emptied his mind, thinking of nothing, and quietly admired her beautiful face, enjoying this moment of peace and quiet.

Ah, it’s strange. It’s hard to imagine how Cuibisi, with such pink hair and innocent face, could say so many vicious and sarcastic words.

However, even though her strength was damaged, the witch's senses were still sharp. Sensing the vibration of the bed, Cuibisi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes, revealing the confusion of waking up from a dream.

When she saw Hawthorne's face clearly, an angelic smile suddenly bloomed on her face: "Good morning, master!"

"Good morning, Cuibis." Hawthorne smiled and nodded in response. Seeing that she was awake, he no longer covered up and reached out his hand to stroke her pink hair. Then he whispered with concern, "Does it still hurt?"

The madness of last night lasted until late at night, and their bed was still a mess. Cuibisi cried and begged for mercy in the end, but Hawthorne finally let the poor girl go after he had completely vented his anger.

Hearing him ask this, her cheeks immediately flushed with two lovely blushes: "It doesn't hurt anymore, I...ah, Master?!"

She was suddenly startled because Hawthorne's arms suddenly passed through her armpits and hugged her from the front.

She thought he was going to continue the craziness of last night, but he didn't do anything more. Seeing her so panicked, Hawthorne suddenly found it funny. He reached down with his big hand and gently pinched her little butt, saying with a smile: "Why are you panicking? I know you're still in pain, and you don't want it now."

Cuibis's face became more and more rosy. She was covered under the quilt, and her naked body could clearly feel that her master's weapon was once again pointing to the sky, poking her delicate thigh flesh with heat, making her so nervous that she had nowhere to put her body.

But, it is not a good idea to let the master endure like this...

After hesitating for a moment, she leaned close to Hawthorne's ear and whispered, "If the master doesn't mind, I can use my mouth to help the master..."

Hawthorne turned his head slightly and looked at her with a slightly surprised look. When he looked at her like this, her face suddenly became even more embarrassed.

However, he did not refuse. He smiled gently, moved his hand up, touched her hair, and said softly, "Let's start."

Then, like a little snake returning to its nest, Cuibis turned back into the bed. Then, Hawthorne felt a forked tongue licking around the top of his lower body.

Then, two soft and slippery lips slowly swallowed it.

"Um……"

A satisfied sigh came from his mouth. Although Cuibisi's movements were clumsy, after all, she had the natural advantages of her small mouth and tongue, so she was still able to give him supreme satisfaction.

This experience fascinated him.

At this moment, a mosquito suddenly flew in from the window and landed on Hawthorne's ear. He subconsciously raised his hand to hit it, but then a familiar girl's voice rang in his ear: "Master, I have good news and bad news!"

Suddenly, his slap was paused.

This mosquito turned out to be the apostle of the insect witch Andreni. And now it seems that there is a harvest.

"Let me tell you the good news first," he continued.

"The good news is that the residents of the slums near our monastery have also thought about selling their houses and moving to other areas because of the panic caused by the Witch Night. So the land price is very cheap now. If we can take the opportunity to buy it, expanding the monastery will not be a problem!"

Hawthorne was immediately delighted. He had already told several witches when they were taking a bath last night about the need to expand the monastery.

After all, to upgrade the monastery to level two, in addition to one thousand purification points, it also requires sufficient reputation and an area of ​​10,000 square meters.

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He already had both, but was only worried about the last one. He didn't expect to encounter something like this. It was like a pillow was given to him when he was sleepy.

"What about the bad news?" he then asked.

"The bad news is that the investigation team sent by the Black Rod Tower is looking for a young boy with white hair, handsome appearance, and the ability to cast spells."

Hearing this, Hawthorne's scalp suddenly tingled, and countless thoughts were in a mess in his mind: "Ah? This...they...hiss, they didn't suspect the monastery?"

White hair is not a special feature in Libel Port. The Blue and Silver Clan is the main ethnic group of the Sein Empire, and their hair color is basically light blue, silver and white, so there are many people with light hair in Libel Port.

However, coupled with his young age, handsome appearance, and the ability to cast magic, he immediately stood out in this poor and backward Nangang district.

Hawthorne had to worry that his presence would cause the originally peaceful monastery to be embroiled in more trouble.

After all, he appeared in the "Smoke Fisherman" tavern a month ago and left with Heidi.

Although because of that fight, when Heidi went to pick him up, there were few customers left in the tavern. He also believed that the tavern owner Allen was tight-lipped, but he could not guarantee that other people, such as the half-ogre guarding the door, would accidentally tell others about the matter!

Fortunately, the thing he was most worried about has not happened yet.

"No, at present it seems that only a few surviving Sannasa guild thugs said that they witnessed you that night, but they don't know your name or your relationships."

"So, the Black Rod Tower's investigation team is only conducting a broad investigation, focusing on those students studying at Strixhaven University of Magic..."

Suddenly, Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that the tavern owner Allen was indeed tight-lipped and did not say anything nonsense.

But then, he gritted his teeth secretly: "Shannasa Guild..."

These guys always ruin my business, they are so hateful!

After keeping this account in mind, he relaxed his body and released all his morning desires into Cuibisi's little mouth. Then he said to Andrei, "Go and notify the others to come to the dormitory. We will discuss how to solve this problem."

Andrea responded, and the mosquito remained on his ear, ready to pass on messages at any time - but it was very well behaved, standing there motionless, with no intention of taking a bite because Hawthorne's ear was so tender.

Chapter 72 Public Opinion War

Cuibisi weakly emerged from the bed, with a little white liquid still lingering at the corner of her mouth. She tried hard to swallow the last bit of liquid in her mouth, and then she asked, "What happened?"

"Yes." Hawthorne nodded, his brows furrowed, "Those people are actually looking for me."

He then told her exactly what he had just said to Andrei, and then continued, "Let's not talk about anything else for now. When they get here, we can discuss it in detail."

As they were talking, the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and Heidi and the other two walked in one after another. In addition, a mosquito controlled by Andrei stayed by each of their ears. At this moment, all the people in the monastery were present.

"Everyone, I'm sure Andrei has already told you the specific situation." Hawthorne's face was serious. Even though he was half lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, and hugging Cuibisi, whose face was red and there was a white mark on the corner of her mouth, he didn't look serious at all. "In the past, how have you solved this kind of situation?"

The witches looked at each other and paused for a moment. Heidi was the first to speak: "Generally speaking, as long as we keep a low profile for a while and avoid it, it should be... OK?"

The more she said this, the less confident her tone became, and she kept looking at Cuibisi, motioning her to explain.

Hiding?

Hawthorne frowned, very dissatisfied with this solution.

At the side, Cuibisi huddled in the quilt to cover her exposed body, and then said, "It's like this, the dignitaries of Libel Port have very limited interest in the slums in various districts, not to mention that this is the poorest Nangang District."

"Even if this case is serious, they just need a scapegoat to report to their superiors. As for whether it is the truth, they don't care that much."

"So, we just need to hide and wait for a while. If they can't find you, they will lose interest. Then we can just capture the leader of the Shannasa Guild or something and we'll be done with it."

She explained in this way, with great clarity. Even though she had been tortured by Hawthorne last night and begged for mercy, once the facts were mentioned, she immediately returned to the meticulousness and consideration that a monastery's acting headmaster should have.

But Hawthorne was still very dissatisfied. Die's matter was like a mountain weighing down his heart, making him anxious.

This is too passive. What if those guys find the trace of the butterfly first during this period?

No, we have to think of a way and take the initiative!

After thinking about it for a while, he asked, "Is there any way to spread the news? Let's say that a month ago, someone saw the white-haired wizard in the 'Fog Fisherman' tavern and had a conflict with the gangsters of the Shannasa Guild, so now they are framing him."

He said this, but unfortunately, the witches had no good solution: "Sorry, Master, we don't have

We have our own intelligence agencies under our control, so I'm afraid we can't do anything about this matter."

Fine.

Huo Sang held his forehead slightly, and then he continued to ask without giving up: "Where are the investigation team now? Where do they stay at night? If we can't afford to offend them, we can always hide from them!"

He was secretly calculating, and when Andre mentioned that many slum dwellers were selling their properties at low prices, he already had a rough plan in his mind to buy land and make a fortune.

Although his plan was half-ruined when he learned that the other party was investigating him - at least he would never be able to go to the slums in person again - he was not willing to give up this rare opportunity and still wanted to struggle a little longer.

"I'm sorry, Master, I don't know." Andre's voice lowered. "When they were investigating separately, I dared to send mosquitoes to eavesdrop, but when they gathered together, they would be easily discovered."

After a pause, she quickly added: "However, if the master wants to go to the slums, I can help the master hide from their eyes and ears, there is no problem!"

She tried to make herself seem less useless, but unfortunately, this advice was of little use to his future plans.

Alas, this girl is too weak.

Hawthorne sighed inwardly, then whispered to comfort him: "Don't blame you. Well, at worst we can choose the most conservative strategy and stay in the monastery for another month..."

As he spoke, he felt more and more unwilling to accept this, and felt that if Die's matter was delayed any further, there would definitely be big problems.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and looked at Heidi: "Heidi, I tell you, tonight, go find Alan, the owner of the 'Fog Fisherman' tavern, and ask him this..."

He couldn't stand it anymore, he had to take the initiative and turn the situation around in his own way!

……

That night, inside the "Smoke Fisherman" tavern.

Several homeless men were lying on the table, drunk, mumbling their troubles and drunken words. The smell of sweat, fish, wine and the sweet smell of vomit mixed together to form the atmosphere of the tavern at night.

Tavern owner Allen sat behind the counter, with the dim candlelight, squinting his eyes, counting the number of guests staying overnight in the tavern. Then he couldn't help but sigh, a little annoyance rising in his heart.

What have those bastards from the Sannasa Guild and those crazy Amazon women done to the slums!

And the people sent by the Black Rod Tower wandered around the streets all day long, and they would interrogate anyone they caught, making a mess of the place. Everyone was leaving Nangang District, and even fewer people came to the tavern to drink at night...

Alan had no good feelings towards the officials of Port Liber. He used to be a sailor and had made great contributions to the port. However, after he was injured and retired, he only received a pitiful subsidy, which was not enough to live on.

In addition, his business now includes many black transactions that are not allowed by law, so he naturally stays away from official people.

In fact, it is not just him. Most people living in the slums of South Port District have no good feelings towards the officials of Port Liber.

Even though they knew that this investigation team was here to investigate murders, monsters and cults, and that the results of the investigation would affect their lives, they were disgusted by the other party's arrogant attitude and past grudges and were unwilling to cooperate.

This is why the investigation team's progress is still slow even after so long since the tragedy.

Forget it. There's nothing I can do to drive them away. I can only wait.

Sighing, Alan felt a wave of tiredness coming over him, so he stood up from his seat and walked towards the toilet in the backyard.

It was getting late, so he planned to go to the bathroom and then go upstairs to sleep.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he saw, under the cold moonlight, a tall, voluptuous nun standing at the entrance of the toilet, as if waiting for him.

Chapter 73 The Return of the Trouble

All of a sudden, the tavern owner Allen woke up instantly, and the tiredness was swept away. He was nervous and took a step back, looking at her as if facing a great enemy: "Are you... Sister Heidi?"

The nun standing there was none other than Heidi.

Hearing this, Heidi slightly raised her beautiful face, looked at Allen with cold eyes, then gently opened her red lips and said, "Mr. Allen, long time no see, how are you these days?"

A drop of cold sweat dripped down Allen's forehead: "Fortunately, uh, the nun came to visit late at night, I don't know why..."

"Nothing, I just heard that Mr. Allen is well-informed, so I wanted to ask him about something." Heidi said softly, "I heard that the investigation team sent by the Black Rod Tower is investigating the whereabouts of Mr. Nigel Hawthorne. May I ask why?"