Witch Monastery

Bilei immediately laughed: "Is there any need to say this, Mom? You said so now. He is so powerful, it is obvious that he can't use these toxins, not to mention that you also emphasized that he is not interested in this."

"Then it's obvious that he's interested in something else. Considering that he found you instead of me, who specializes in selling poison, his purpose is obvious.

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As she spoke, Bi Leier straightened up, gently patted her mother's shoulder, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her bright red mouth: "That man wants to take this opportunity to get in touch with you more deeply."

Chapter 787: Morn's Path of Magic

Hearing this, Zhuola had a very bad premonition in his heart: "You mean... No, it shouldn't be that."

Bileel looked at her mother's nervous reaction, blinked her charming eyes, then stood up, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Do you need me to explain it more clearly?"

"Actually, that man wants to have sex with you."

"Unbutton your leather armor, take off your underwear, climb onto your plump breasts with my big hands, knead them wantonly with my five fingers, and then fill your body with the thing in his lower body..."

Zora's pupils constricted, and she subconsciously took a half step back, covering her chest. She felt her heart beating like thunder, as if countless war drums were beating in her ears.

Bileel leaned back slightly, admiring Zora's reaction and nodded slightly, thinking that her mother was still so easy to deal with. It only took her two sentences and she had revealed her true colors.

"This..." Zhuola gasped in disbelief, "Are all the situations you have encountered like this?"

"I can't guarantee it's accurate, but it's probably accurate." She smiled, "Maybe he suddenly has an enemy and it's inconvenient for him to deal with it himself, so he wants to use these toxins to assassinate him?"

Zora recalled Hawthorne's reputation and shook her head slightly: "Probably... not."

"That's it," Bileel shrugged. "Now I'm 99% sure."

Zora's face turned red, and she was nervous as she recalled the scene that Bile had just described. Her heart was pounding, and even sweat began to form on her forehead: "But... why? How is this possible?"

"He is so powerful, far more powerful than me, even more powerful than all the forces of our family combined. A man as powerful as him should have high aspirations, so why would he... fall for me?"

Bile rolled her eyes, thinking: "The person who came to see you is Nigel Hawthorne?"

Zhuola woke up with a start, then quickly shook her head: "No, it's not him, don't make blind guesses."

She looked panicked and lowered her head. The warrior mother, who was always confident and tough, did not dare to look her daughter in the eyes. This was the most typical reaction when lying.

So Birelle nodded slightly, confirming that the person who found her mother was Hawthorne.

She was so sure in her heart, but she was too lazy to care about it. She then reached out and patted her shoulder, "Believe me, Mom, young men, no matter how high-sounding their words are, they are thinking the same thing in their hearts."

"That means a spring breeze with a beautiful woman like you."

She said this with a wicked smile, her breath sweet as orchid: "Don't underestimate yourself, Mom. After all, we are elves. In the eyes of those inferior races, we are very attractive."

"I just don't know if he can win your favor."

After she said this, she slowly lay back and continued reading.

Zhuola took a deep breath, her full chest rising and falling. Then she closed her eyes, struggling fiercely in her heart.

Ah, Hawthorne, Hawthorne...

In her mind, Hawthorne's heroic figure flying in the sky kept appearing. Thousands of feelings were entangled together, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.

On the other side, Hawthorne, not realizing that he had just bought some medicine and had made Zora so upset, returned to the monastery as the night fell.

In the sky, under the full moon, a figure with bat wings on its back flew by and landed on the roof. It was none other than Morn.

After being instilled with the idea of ​​revenge by Zora, this young man no longer threatens to die every day. He has become more active and strives to participate in the defense of Gendra Port.

After all, he was a vampire and it was inconvenient for him to see the sunlight, so he volunteered to take on the task of patrolling the coast at night.

Just like now, he is on patrol. As for now, it should be his rest time.

"Good evening, Morn." Hawthorne took the initiative to wave and greeted him. The latter also landed beside him. He was taller than Hawthorne, but at this moment he was like a child, showing a sincere smile: "Good evening, Father. Are you taking a walk? I'm planning to go back and read for a while."

In the past two months, as the pressure on the coastline has been reduced, the vampire has gradually unloaded these tasks and started to focus on studying how to improve his own strength.

After all, he still hadn't mastered the third-level spells to this day. He was still the weakest link in Hawthorne's team.

"Well, I just went to see some people and discussed some things." Hawthorne responded, looking at the vampire, and then asked, "But you, have you really made up your mind? You really won't go back?"

He was about to return to Port Liber, but not everyone in his team would go back with him.

For example, the vampire in front of you.

Moren lowered his head. Although he had decided to live a good life in the future, he was not mentally prepared to return to his hometown.

After all, his family is there, and they have all become vampires.

He had no way of guaranteeing that he wouldn't be approached by their people after he returned.

At the same time, he was very sure that if Hawthorne discovered his relatives who had begun to feed on human blood, they would definitely be killed by him.

He was not yet mentally prepared to face all of this and to end things with his relatives.

Therefore, in response to Hawthorne's question, he nodded slightly and forced a smile: "Well, I've thought about it. I'm still too weak now, and I need more training here."

"The foreign environment of Borneo is very suitable for me to train myself. I plan to hone my ability to survive independently, so I will not go back."

He said this with a relaxed smile. Hawthorne nodded approvingly, pleased to see the vampire becoming more independent.

It's just not clear whether he has the ability to stand on his own now.

"How's it going, Morn?" he continued, his voice full of concern. "Have you decided which school of magic you want to focus on in the future?"

Because he has been busy fighting, the vampire has not yet decided which school to focus on.

When he asked this, Moen's face was visibly embarrassed: "About this...Father, I actually have some questions and would like to ask for your advice."

Huo Sang suddenly felt a little guilty: "Uh...Okay, go ahead and ask. If it's a spell I know, I will definitely tell you everything I know."

"That is..." Morn's face was a little distressed. "Father, I suddenly realized that I really don't have any talent in magic. If I want to go further, I have to rely on some extra talents I got when I was a vampire."

Hawthorne corrected him softly, "It's the vampire race, Moen, don't underestimate yourself."

Morn lowered his head and said, "Okay, vampires... But anyway, if I want to master higher-level spells, I'm afraid the only way to go is the School of Necromancer."

"However, this is the School of Necromancy after all..."

Chapter 788 Farewell to the Moon Elf

Moen's tone was hesitant, and he was obviously worried about whether the path he had chosen was the right one.

In the past few months in Bora, he saw with his own eyes how much damage necromancy had brought to the country and how much the people hated necromancers. If he embarked on this path, the future would inevitably be bumpy.

Hearing this, Huo Sang patted him on the shoulder and said, "What are you afraid of? General Wang Du has several necromancers under his command, right? Would anyone disrespect them?"

"Only by knowing both ourselves and the enemy can we win every battle. We also need allies who can perform necromancy all night long. Besides, this kind of magic can also be used to benefit ordinary people, um..."

An idea suddenly occurred to him: "Such as creating a trick with a huge impact range, but extremely weak power, only enough to kill small insects like mosquitoes and cockroaches?"

During the few months he spent in Boro, he was really troubled by the mosquitoes, cockroaches and other things here. Later, when he moved into the monastery, this problem was eradicated.

However, this did not reduce his hatred for these mosquitoes in the slightest. His mind was filled with the thought of killing all of these insects, kill them all!

He half-joked. In front of him, Morn nodded slightly and then exhaled: "Thank you, Father. Now I have nothing to worry about."

With Hawthorne's support, the vampire suddenly felt relieved. All other concerns seemed unimportant.

Hawthorne nodded: "Well, then, I wish you all the best."

After that, Morn went to the study room on the other side to read, while Hawthorne returned to the monastery. With the construction experience in Libel Port, his monastery in Gendra Port was divided into three modules.

In the smallest core module, he lived and studied with the girls he was actually married to, and no one else was allowed to enter;

The slightly larger module is used to house the new nuns who join the monastery, and non-monastery members are not allowed to enter;

As for the outside, there are his various external industries, such as high-rise buildings used to house Pala soldiers, and study rooms and training rooms specially built for Moren, Ethan, and Tilraszo.

Now Hawthorne was going to the core area to rest, while Moen was going to the study in the public area to improve his magic.

Nothing happened overnight, and the next morning, we arrived at the port of Kendra.

The clear sky was as blue as a mirror, without even a cloud in the air. The breeze blew over the calm sea, and the slightly undulating waves reflected the sun's rays.

Because the reconstruction work is still in full swing, there are not many large ships at the port for the time being. The work here is not busy, so this place has become an occasion for many people to say goodbye.

On the sea, a curved moon boat was quietly floating on the sea. On the bow, the white-haired moon elf Anastasia, wearing a moon-white priest robe, looked at the dock and called softly: "Kasha, why don't you come home with me and come out to play again?"

At the dock, Hawthorne and Kassa stood side by side. They were there to see off the Moon Elves' fleet as they returned home.

Orcus has not appeared yet. Even with the long lifespan and leisurely life of the moon elves, it is impossible for them to waste their time on the sea. So today, they are leaving.

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Kasha held Hawthorne's hand. After listening to her mother's words, she shook her head vigorously and shouted against the sea breeze: "No! I haven't played enough outside!"

"How long have you been out playing? Don't you miss home?" Anastasia asked, somewhat reluctant to let her daughter stay here.

But unfortunately, Kasha was very determined. She shook her head vigorously and shouted loudly in response to her mother: "I don't miss home! I have only been out for a few years and I haven't had enough fun yet!"

"After that, we have to go to the Black Earth Continent to bury Ms. Fatima. I have never been there before, so I must go there and have a good time!"

She shouted so loudly. At the bow, Anastasia sighed softly and looked at Hawthorne with some resentment, as if blaming him for stealing her daughter's heart and making her not miss her old mother at home at all.

In response, Hawthorne touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed. After all, he was facing his actual mother-in-law. He coughed lightly and then changed the subject: "Mrs. Anna, have you contacted Lady Leila recently? How is her progress?"

As their contact deepened, he gradually learned about the friendship between Anastasia and Leila Silverhand, so he had no scruples on this topic and always asked the other party directly for information.

In response, Anastasia shook her head slightly and said, "It wasn't particularly smooth. Ocus was very cunning. He knew that Lyra was chasing him, so he hid carefully."

"Lila is still tracking down clues to it, but I'm afraid this will be a long battle. If things don't go well, it may even take decades to end."

Huo Sang nodded slightly. He also knew that, in fact, let alone the pursuit between strong men who were close to the level of true gods, even if it was between legendary strong men, one chasing and the other running, the entire long pursuit might be dragged out to three to five years.

The one who is escaping has mastered many mysterious magical methods, so he can naturally catch the pursuer by surprise, confuse the pursuer's sight and hearing, and erase all clues of his existence; and the pursuer often has no shortage of time, and regards killing the pursued as his mission, so he can naturally pursue the pursuer for a long time.

Sometimes, this kind of thing could even last for hundreds of years. Now, Hawthorne could only pray that everything would go smoothly for Leila Silverhand, and that such an extreme case would not really happen.

"But you can rest assured. Without his magic wand, Ocus is now at best a second-rate Abyss Lord and can't make much waves." As if she could sense Hawthorne's concern, Anastasia continued.

Hawthorne came back to his senses slightly, then smiled: "Well, I understand, Madam, the crisis here has been resolved, I can take Kasa with me to do what we both want to do."

Anastria smiled, then raised her small white hand and made a few gestures. Invisible magic enveloped the entire boat, and she slowly left the port with many moon elves: "Then, my daughter is in your hands, Father Hawthorne."

Kasha threw herself on Hawthorne's chest, put her arms around his waist, raised her right arm, and waved goodbye to Anastasia vigorously: "Goodbye, Mom!"

Hawthorne also waved his arms and said goodbye to the moon elves. At the bow, Anastasia waved as well, but her ship was getting faster and faster, speeding towards the depths of the sea.

Suddenly, a white mist rose from the sea, covering the entire boat. When the mist dissipated, the Moon Boat had disappeared.

Hawthorne and Kasha stood at the bow, with the latter still leaning on his arms. When the boat was really out of sight, they turned around and walked towards the monastery.

Kasa muttered, listening to his heartbeat, and suddenly said: "I want to eat braised bull head."

The Brahmas are not allowed to eat beef, but in the monastery, the high walls block the way for outsiders, who can neither see the place nor enter. So they can sneak into the kitchen and cook some beef to satisfy their cravings.

Hawthorne stretched out his finger, slightly hooked her nose, and said with a smile: "That thing will take a whole day to work on. Is it too late now?"

"What are you afraid of!" Kasa waved her fist, "I'll do it. I'll start when I get home, and we'll eat together in the evening!"

Hawthorne smiled and nodded: "Then I hope everything goes well for you."

Chapter 789 Zhuola's Late-Night Farewell

To be honest, Kassa doesn’t actually have much talent for cooking, but out of her yearning for delicious food, she gradually began to develop an interest in cooking.

However, the dishes she cooked were usually not very tasty, and her main point was that she was a playful person who loved both cooking and playing. Hawthorne couldn't stand her before, but fortunately, now that she had the monastery and the automatic cooking function of the kitchen as a backup, even if she cooked more, the food wouldn't be so bad that she couldn't swallow it.

After all, the distance was not far, and the two quickly walked back to the monastery together. Kasha went into the kitchen with great interest and began to prepare the magical dinner that she had suddenly thought of.

Hawthorne turned around and quietly opened the door of the study. Here, Celine, wearing a pure white nun's uniform, was sitting here alone, quietly reading the latest report.

Even though she was sitting, it still couldn't hide her graceful and slender figure. Her heavy chest pressed on the tabletop in front of her, making it difficult to bear the weight that it shouldn't have to bear.

Hawthorne closed the

He opened the door, stretched out his arms from behind, hugged her waist, leaned down, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Thank you for your hard work, dear."

During this period, all the affairs of the monastery were basically handled by Shilin herself. Although Hawthorne was able to help her share some of the burden, he deliberately did nothing.

He wanted to let her take charge of all powers, let her handle specific affairs, teach the nuns how to do things, develop industries in the monastery, train cadres, and cultivate her own prestige here.

Therefore, after he returns to Port Liber, the monastery can be fully handed over to Celine.

Xilin smiled, turned her head, rubbed Hawthorne's cheek with her temples, and exhaled sweetly: "It's not hard, Master, this is what I should do."

"Master, your power is growing day by day, and I am happier than anyone else. Being able to defend your territory here is a sign of your trust in me, and I will not let it down."

She spoke softly, then blinked her eyes and said in a playful tone: "Of course, after you go back this time, it would be great if you can ask Cuibisi to come and help me."

This is the truth. Although Celine was the head of the monastery before, she was basically just a hands-off boss from beginning to end. The specific financial matters and dealings with the district hall and slums were all handled by Cuibis.

Therefore, as a combat force and a spiritual leader, she was more than qualified to lead the monastery. But she was not very good at building a monastery management system from scratch and teaching the nuns how to do it.