Witch Monastery

Her soft body curled up in his arms, like a wounded and helpless little animal instinctively seeking the arms of its mother.

Hawthorne took a deep breath, and the back of his palm touched the thin and delicate surface of her dress, and he felt a soft bulge between his fingers. The refreshing fragrance stimulated his sense of smell, relaxed his mind, and the restless fire in his body was burning, becoming more and more vigorous.

He suppressed his impulse and said softly: "As long as you are willing to look for it, you will definitely find it."

Hanni stretched out her arms, and naturally went a step further, hugging his waist: "But the person I like may not like me."

"He is a powerful spellcaster close to the legendary level, and I am just a useless prophecy mage who can only hide behind him, trying my best but still making countless mistakes..."

Hawthorne laughed: "How is that possible? Even the most powerful spellcaster, when looking for someone to spend the rest of his life with, wants to find someone he can trust, not someone who is too powerful."

"Believe in yourself, Hanny. As long as you are willing to look for it with a sincere heart, you will definitely find it."

Hanni looked up, her delicate little face held high, her red eyes misted over, as if she had just cried secretly in his arms.

And this expression made her look even more pitiful at the moment.

"Really?" She said emotionally, "Actually, my requirements are not high..."

"I know that he already has many partners who are far better than me. I never expect to share the rest of my life with him. In fact, I just want him to have a place for me..."

“When I was in trouble

When I am frustrated, if I can be in his arms and get a moment of peace and warmth, just like now, Hawthorne..."

She rested her head on his chest: "I am already satisfied."

However, Hawthorne reached out and pressed her head, then slowly exerted force and forcibly moved her away: "Then it seems that your fate is indeed full of misfortune."

He took another deep breath, looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and then said, "It's getting late, Hannie, I should go home."

Hanni was stunned. Just now, she almost thought she was going to succeed: "No, you..."

Hawthorne stared down at her, his eyes cold. "I don't like to trade my own emotional preferences, Hannie."

"You want me to help you kill the Banrui family? Okay, but use your bargaining chips instead of this method."

Hanni's pupils shrank slightly, and then she said anxiously: "No, you misunderstood, I..."

Hawthorne raised a finger in front of her lips and continued, "Are you going to continue to quibble?"

Hanni opened her mouth and uttered a few words with great difficulty: "I didn't, I..."

Her confidence was getting weaker and weaker, and it was obvious that she was not well prepared. Hawthorne still stared at her, then sighed: "Just now, you couldn't help but say your true feelings, didn't you realize it?"

"Hanni, you just need someone strong enough to help you deal with the Banry family and complete your revenge. To do this, you can pretend to be my admirer. Even if I want, you don't mind being my bed partner, right?"

Hanni lowered her head and remained silent. She did think so, and even went a step further: she had studied Hawthorne and was sure that he lived a lifestyle that was in line with the traditional morality of Sayne, so she had already planned to give him her innocent body that she had kept for a hundred years.

Afterwards, using this as a bargaining chip, she could spiritually bind him firmly to herself and the Harun family.

This is equivalent to using your so-called "first time" to exchange for a powerful fighter who can rival the legendary spellcaster for your family. Even if you say a few sweet words to him, the latter will be deeply moved by it. Why not do it?

This is her way of thinking, and it is also the important reason why she looks down on her lustful sister and thinks that she does not know how to use resources rationally.

She had calculated correctly. She had calculated exactly what Hawthorne cherished and valued.

However, she never expected that she would fail at the first step.

"But I don't think so, Hannie." Hawthorne stood up and stood on the roof. The cold night wind blew his trouser legs. "My partner and I came together because of a common aspiration. Our union is to make each other happy, not to get something from each other."

"Hanni, you are indeed very charming when you try your best to seek benefits for your family. I don't mind helping you out based on our past friendship and killing a few more people from the Banry family."

"But, your performance just now made me feel very bored. I didn't expect that as a prophecy mage, you, who are quite wise, would not mind being a prostitute yourself - maybe you think this kind of business is very profitable, but I, no matter how depraved I am, will not become a prostitute."

After he said this, he turned around, jumped off the roof, and strode away, leaving Hanny sitting on the roof, dazed.

Chapter 774 Sharma's Funeral

Hanny was indeed confused. She thought that since she had invested a lot of money tonight, she would be able to get what she wanted easily.

She never expected that in the face of her attentiveness, flattery, hints and even bold and straightforward courtship, and her initiative to embrace him...

Hawthorne actually chose to refuse directly!

She even almost pointed out that she still had her virginity and was willing to be just one of his women and would not compete for his favor with his other women...

why?

why? !

Because she's a notorious dark elf?

Or is it because I'm not as attractive as the women around him?

She didn't know, she couldn't figure it out, she couldn't understand what Hawthorne meant by his last words. In her opinion, any union was originally a transaction, but Hawthorne and his partners were seeking each other's bodies and getting pleasure during the union, while she was seeking something beyond that...

She pursed her lips and sat alone on the roof for a long time. The cold wind blew at night, the temperature became lower and lower, the cold gradually soaked her clothes, and the girl couldn't help shivering.

Tonight, in order to be able to capture Hawthorne, she dressed up carefully. For this purpose, she wore very little underneath her clothes, not even underwear.

She was even thinking that before she could finish her words, Hawthorne would not be able to resist his desire and would do it to her on the rooftop when he found out that she was actually topless - although the probability of this happening was very low, it was theoretically possible, and her goal would be achieved ahead of schedule.

I just never expected it to end like this.

She couldn't help but let out a bitter smile, her mouth full of bitterness.

It seems that I am really as my sister said, very unattractive and unlikable.

Ah... forget it, if I fail, I fail. It’s not like I can’t live without him.

Like he said, I myself

If you work hard and become a legendary prophecy wizard, you can also overthrow the Banrui family and sit on the position of the eight major families in the Prestigious Highlands.

In fact, this will make my position more stable.

She took a deep breath, and the frustration on her face disappeared. Her eyes became firm again, and a raging fire burned in her red pupils.

Bah, Nigel Hawthorne, you are just a human being, what's so great about you!

Give me sixty years... no, thirty years, and I will definitely become a legendary spellcaster by then.

If you reject me today, it will be the thing you regret most in your life!

She encouraged herself vigorously until she finally believed it. Then she forgot the pain of failure and walked towards home with great ambition.

……

The next day, in the morning.

On this day, in the port of Gendra, in a church of the Ganesha that had not yet been destroyed in the war, many international celebrities and officers of the Brahma army gathered together.

Even if the army of the Bharata Kingdom wanted to conceal the news of Sharma's assassination, it would definitely not be able to conceal it in the end. Therefore, after the army's celebration banquet, Wang Du ordered to take the initiative to announce the news and said that he would hold a funeral for the elephant man on the spot.

Officers of all ranks in the Borneo Army sent representatives to attend the funeral, and among the international supporters, each force also had representatives to attend the funeral.

Hawthorne was naturally among them. He was now wearing a thick black priest's uniform and a black hat on his head. He looked solemn and his face was full of heavy emotions.

He came to attend the funeral as a representative of all the international supporters of Libel Port. And here, there are also representatives of the Wood Elves, Ranger Golin, and some other friends he made here.

Now, the funeral has not officially started yet, and the staff are still setting up the venue. They chatted in the lounge on the side of the church. However, compared with the true sorrow expressed by the Bharatiya officers, the international supporters really couldn't feel sad for Sharma's death.

After all, this guy is an absolute, Brahma-first elephant man. Many people came to help them, but Sharma looked at them coldly.

Naturally, most people don't like the elephant man.

Looking at the sad officers around him, Goering couldn't help but sigh: "Although it may seem a bit cold-blooded to say this, to be honest, I really can't feel any sadness about the death of General Sharma."

"After all, the things he did before...at most, I just feel regretful. After all, without him, the Holy Elephants have lost a lot of combat effectiveness."

As he said this, he sighed: "Alas! Why is Sharma a general instead of a soldier with a special status? In this way, we won't feel disgusted, and he himself won't be assassinated!"

Hawthorne's face twitched slightly, and he wanted to say that this was how the country of Borneo was, there was nothing he could do about it. At this moment, a tall centaur came over.

His eyes swept around, then he leaned down and whispered in Hawthorne and Goering's ears, lowering his voice, "If you ask me, it's a good thing he died!"

"Do you know what he did? When our troops first arrived, we proposed to him that we should increase the food supply. After all, we are centaurs and have to run long distances for training every day. It is reasonable for us to consume more food!"

"Besides, his country of Boro exports food all the time, so it doesn't need this kind of stuff at all. We went to ask him for it, and guess what he said?"

Hawthorne blinked his eyes: "What?"

"He let us go out to graze in the wild!" the centaur said angrily, barely able to hold back his voice. "We came all the way here to support them in their battle against the undead creatures for free. All we had to do was to give them enough food. But he let us go out to graze on the grass. What does he think of us?"

Hawthorne could hardly hold back his laughter. He tried hard to keep his expression straight, which looked quite difficult and distorted. "This... is indeed too much."

Then he advised: "But even so, when the funeral starts later, we still have to put on a sad expression, at least to save face. Otherwise, it will be our own image that will be damaged..."

As he said this, a two-meter-tall, brown-skinned orc walked over from behind.

He is the leader of a mercenary group and one of Hawthorne's new friends. After the battle of Witch Night, many of his soldiers were poisoned, cursed, or seriously injured, and even their wounds were infected.

There was a lack of medicines here, and he and his subordinates were in a desperate situation. At this time, Hawthorne and Anno took the initiative to find them and helped his soldiers solve all their injuries for free, which earned their gratitude and successfully made a group of loyal friends.

By the way, the orc mercenary leader had been eavesdropping on the conversation between the three people. At this moment, he finally couldn't help but grin and said, "Stop talking, Father Hawthorne. You have the biggest problem right now. You're about to be unable to hold it back!"

Hawthorne had been able to hold back his smile, but after he said that, he couldn't help it and smiled brilliantly.

He quickly reached out his hand, pressed his cheek, and rubbed it twice, mumbling and emphasizing: "Serious, serious! Don't talk nonsense, cough cough! Think about it quickly.

I have no other choice. If I laugh out loud at the funeral, it will be so embarrassing!"

Several people shook their heads, and the Centaur sighed, "No, I can't think of any good solution. When I think of this guy's death, I feel relieved. Alas, although I also know that this is not very kind..."

The orc leader grinned: "How can we be disrespectful? We gave him face! We are not selfless international supporters like you. We are mercenaries. We fight for money!"

"What happened? After we came here, they promised to provide us with food, but the food was unhygienic and my soldiers got stomachaches after eating it."

"I went to argue with them, but I didn't expect much, just that they could provide medicine. But they said that their soldiers all ate this way. Then, on the battlefield, my soldiers were unable to fight because of diarrhea. Hey, they wanted to deduct our commission!"

He gritted his teeth as he spoke: "If you ask me, this guy really deserves to die. These past few days, my soldiers and I held two celebration banquets, one for the victory of the war that night, and the other for the death of this guy!"

Chapter 775 Look, how sad they are crying

At this moment, even Goering couldn't help but nod in agreement, saying that Sharma's death was indeed a good thing.

Hawthorne sighed softly and continued, "But even so, we can't really laugh out loud when the pastor prays later..."

As he said this, an idea suddenly occurred to him: "Wait, I have an idea."

A few people came over, and then Hawthorne lowered his voice: "Well, let's say to ourselves that Sharma is faking his death in order to deceive the dark elves. After a few days, he will announce his resurrection in a high-profile manner..."

……

Half an hour later, in the church's preaching hall, the funeral took place.

"He was dust, and now to dust he returns..."

The Elephant Man priest, wearing a black priest's uniform, stood on the pulpit and recited the prayer in a sad voice. Below the pulpit, a huge jade coffin was placed in the center of the church, with the image of a mighty holy elephant carved on it. It was surrounded by yellow flowers, looking solemn and dignified.

The guests stood on both sides of the church, their heads bowed and their faces sad. Accompanied by soothing and solemn music, the whole funeral was about to reach its climax.

In the corner of the church, several reporters were holding photo stones and taking photos of the guests' expressions. They were hired by the official government of Bharat and needed to publish a perfect report based on these photos.

At this time, several reporters' eyes lit up: "Look over there, isn't that Earl Hawthorne?"

The others also turned their heads and looked over there. When they saw where Hawthorne and the others were, they immediately began to whisper, "And those people around him, are they all international supporters?"

"They are all crying so sadly. Didn't I hear that General Sharma is targeting people like them? Didn't the relationship between the two sides not go well?"

"Don't believe those rumors. Rumors stop at wise people. If this were true, would they cry so sadly?"

"Well... never mind. This is not important. This is good material. When General Sharma passed away, the representatives of the international supporters burst into tears. This shows that the relationship between them is very good. The Brahmans have a high prestige in the international community!"

"That makes sense! Quick, quick, take a picture of it!"

The reporters lifted the photo stone and took a lot of photos of Hawthorne. The new image was magically recorded into the stone. In a few days, a report that no one expected would be published in the newspaper...

But in short, these are things that happened later and have little to do with the current situation. Everyone got a satisfactory result, and the funeral gradually came to an end.

Hawthorne and the others wiped their tears and were about to leave. However, just as they reached the exit of the church, a soldier came over and stopped them: "Count Hawthorne, General Wang Du wants to see you."

Hawthorne paused, his eyes turned slightly, and he guessed the purpose of Wang Du looking for him. He did not refuse, and apologized to Goering and others: "Sorry, it seems I have to leave for a while."

Several people waved their hands, indicating that there was no problem. Huo Sang also mentioned that they should send a message to Annuo and others, telling them not to worry about him, and then said to the soldier: "Okay, please lead the way."

The soldier nodded and walked in front, followed closely by Hawthorne. The two walked from the side passage to the back of the church, into a small reception room with a coffee table and a small white leather sofa. They saw Wang Du, who was wearing a dark and solemn suit, sitting there, with two cups of hot tea on the coffee table in front of him.

Wang Du had been in a very bad state for the past few days. Being busy was one reason, but mainly, he was panicked and under too much pressure.

Regarding the situation on the night of the double moon, he had actually imagined countless scenarios in which he could turn the tide, whether it was Sharma having a bad start, Sharma being at a disadvantage under the impact of the giant bull demon, Sharma being beaten to pieces by the Balor demon, or Sharma resisting until Orcus showed up before showing signs of decline, he had considered all of them.

But he never expected that the reality was even more outrageous than anything he had imagined: Sharma had a great start, Sharma made many great moves, Sharma got strong support, Sharma won victory after victory, Sharma was about to get the fruits of victory he deserved, Sharma...

Sharma was suddenly stabbed to death!

Wang Du had never thought that Sharma, a gifted child of heaven who was protected by layers of protection inside and outside, would actually