Witch Monastery

Even the work she was doing now was mostly just a copy of the system Hawthorne had left at the Liber Harbor Abbey.

Huo Sang looked at her and nodded slightly: "Okay, it's really too tiring to let you be responsible here alone. So this time when I go back, I will let Cui Bisi come to help you."

Xilin raised her head slightly and kissed Hawthorne's lips to express her gratitude. Hawthorne hugged her plump body and kissed her back, but there was not much passion burning.

The two kissed for a while, then separated their lips. Celine continued to work here, while Hawthorne turned and left the study and went to the training room.

He needs persistent training to improve his fighting ability.

Under this peaceful sun, two days passed quickly. On the third night, after coaxing An Nuo to sleep, Huo Sang walked to the yard alone in his pajamas, then turned on the system, looked at the huge green dot on the map interface, and slowly walked over.

This night was also a clear sky, with a full moon hanging high in the sky, and a few stars hanging alone in the dark night sky. Hawthorne jumped and walked to the roof here, and then shouted: "Mrs. Zora, come out, I know you are there."

If searching for these dark elves was a bit troublesome when she was outside, now that she had sneaked into the monastery, it would not be difficult at all to accurately locate their positions.

There was such a big, unfamiliar green dot on the map that it was hard for him not to notice it!

In the shadows below the building, a black shadow moved for a while, then leaped up like a nimble black cat and reached the roof. There was also a faint fragrance and Zora's slightly surprised voice: "How did you find me?"

Then, her figure completely appeared before Hawthorne's eyes.

Zhuola seemed to have dressed up specially tonight, and the perfume she sprayed on her body was the best proof. Her long, curly silver hair was no longer tied together, but draped over her shoulders on both sides, with a few jewels on top, making her look more charming.

She was wearing a purple low-cut, backless evening gown that completely exposed her smooth shoulders. The gown created a deep groove in the middle of her chest that looked like dark chocolate, which was sexy and charming.

Seeing her dressed so seductively, Hawthorne's face was slightly surprised. In response to her question, he stared at her exposed chest and nodded slightly: "It's magic."

Zora also stared at him, her scarlet eyes sparkling with light and her heart pounding. After a moment, she suddenly laughed, "If I didn't have Hannie at home, I would almost think that spellcasters are omnipotent."

Hawthorne also laughed: "When she reaches my level in the future, maybe you will also think that she is omnipotent."

Zhuola shook her head: "Impossible, at least, she failed to achieve cooperation between you and the Harlan family, right?"

Hawthorne was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "That's right, ah, I couldn't accept the conditions she gave that day."

He thought Zora knew what conditions Hanni had proposed that night, but unfortunately, for the sake of face, Hanni didn't tell Zora anything.

Therefore, Zora did not understand what he meant at all, and she came over and stood beside Hawthorne. The faint fragrance filled his nostrils, making him feel relaxed and happy.

"I've brought you all the poison you requested," Zora said, then she took out a square dimensional bag the size of a handkerchief and handed it to him, "You can open it and check it, or open the bottle and test the toxicity."

"Oh, those dark brown bottles, open them a little, smell the odor, and then close them immediately. They are very volatile and if they are opened for a long time,

It’s easy to have nothing left.”

Hawthorne took it, but did not open it to see the amount of poison inside, nor did he check the toxicity. He just chuckled and said, "No need. I believe in your credibility, Madam Zora."

As he said this, he also took out a dimensional bag and handed it to Zhuola: "Please check the gold coins inside."

Zora looked at Hawthorne's smiling face and felt her heart skip a beat.

I am a dark elf, and someone who does this kind of poison business, and he actually said that he is willing to trust "my reputation"?

She had forgotten what Hawthorne had said to her three days ago: "If you want to harm the Harlan family, you can do it yourself." What echoed in her mind were all the guesses told to her by her eldest daughter, Beryl, who was well versed in human affairs.

Hawthorne wanted her.

Zora swallowed slightly, and based on Hawthorne's current reaction, she was even more certain that Bi Lei's guess was correct.

But I still came...

Her heart was beating wildly, and she put away the dimensional bag, lowered her head, and said, "No need, I also believe in your credibility."

Hawthorne smiled and nodded: "Well, it seems that this transaction is smoother than we expected at the beginning, Madam, it is rare for us to trust each other so much."

Zhuola nodded: "Indeed, in a relationship like ours where the transaction is not long-term and stable, it is most common for us to cheat the other party and leave immediately."

She then raised her head, stared into Hawthorne's eyes, and continued, "But this is the last time we meet, and you are still willing to trust me so much."

Hawthorne looked a little surprised: "One last time? What are you going to do?"

"Didn't you reject Hanni's proposal?" Zora said softly, "After today, we will return to the Underdark. I'm afraid we won't have the chance to meet again for the rest of our lives."

Huo Sang thought to himself that this was not certain. Who knows, one day in the future, when I am strong enough, I will go down to the Underdark and destroy the city of Menzoberranzan.

However, this was in the distant future, something he had not yet planned. He could not make any promises to Zora, and could only say vaguely and ambiguously: "Who knows what the future will be like."

Zhuola smiled, then moved closer to him and slowly sat down on the roof: "To be honest, Father Hawthorne, I am very glad that I have such an opportunity tonight to say goodbye to you properly."

Chapter 790: Eye of the Ancient Element

Hawthorne's expression changed, and then he sat down next to her. Although the season was approaching summer, the midnight breeze was still a little cool, stimulating their sensory nerves and making them unable to help but get close to each other.

The alluring scent of perfume penetrated into Hawthorne's nostrils, arousing his nerves and making him more and more energetic. Listening to Zhuola's slightly lonely words, he couldn't help but be a little curious: "You seem to have experienced such regrets?"

Zhuola sniffed slightly: "It's my husband."

Her voice gradually became distant, as if she was immersed in distant memories: "That day, I had an argument with him over a trivial matter, and then he left home and went to his magic laboratory."

"I thought he would come home in two days at most as usual, bring his magic gadgets to amuse me, and then we would resolve the conflict and return to normal life."

"But, he didn't." She lowered her beautiful face, and her dark skin became darker with her action. "I heard that he was arrested. The people of House Baenre arrested him on the charge of 'plotting to overthrow Menzoberranzan' and then sent him to the trial seat."

"The moment I got the news, I knew he was finished. Afterwards, the Banrui family acted even more vigorously. His trial and sentencing were completed quickly within three days, and he was immediately executed. During the whole process, I didn't even have time to say a word to him."

She lowered her head, her voice full of sadness: "Not only did I not say goodbye to him properly, but the last words that the person who loved me the most said to me in his life were 'get out of my house'."

Hawthorne was speechless for a moment. Indeed, if this was really the case... then it would be enough to make people regret for the rest of their lives.

He looked at Zora with sympathy, and after a moment's hesitation, he stretched out his arm and put it around her shoulders: "I'm sorry, Zora, this is a sad story. The evil deeds of the Baenre family will surely be avenged."

Zora smiled softly, "Thank you, Father. I feel much better now."

Hawthorne looked at her expression, then took out another dimensional bag from his waist, opened it, and took out a bottle of high-end red wine given to him by Rahman, and two highball glasses.

He opened the red wine, poured some into each cup, and handed one to Zora: "Would you like a glass? This is a fine wine that all blue dragons treasure. Maybe it will make you feel better."

Zhuola smiled, took it, and raised the glass slightly, letting the moonlight shine on the transparent scarlet wine, just like her pupils shining at the moment: "Thank you, I have never tasted Blue Dragon wine."

"But you can taste it for the first time today, right?" Hawthorne smiled, "Just like today is the first time I heard that there can be such a touching love story between the dark elves in Menzoberranzan."

Zhuola gently shook the glass to allow the wine inside to fully contact the air and oxidize: "Indeed, he

It was so special and incompatible with Menzoberranzan, so it ended up dying in the end."

Hawthorne's expression moved, his curiosity was really aroused: "Well...if you don't mind, maybe you can share his story with me?"

Zora did not answer immediately, but just stared at the red wine in her glass.

After a moment, she slowly raised the wine glass, her bright red lips touched the edge of the glass, and she slowly took a sip.

She didn't say anything, but the atmosphere was thick enough that Hawthorne believed she would speak eventually.

Sure enough, after a moment, Zora spoke.

"My husband is a believer in the Ancient Eye of Elements." She said, and the first sentence revealed a huge amount of information.

Hawthorne's expression changed.

The Eye of Ancient Elements is an ancient evil creature in the world view setting. It got this name because its shape resembles a huge vertical eye.

Of course, since this thing is also just a pure background board, Hawthorne cannot judge its specific challenge level.

In the background story, this guy is described as extremely powerful. He can control the four elements of fire, ice, lightning and strong acid at the same time. He is completely immune to these four types of damage. He can also knead these four elements into any shape he wants according to his own wishes, and then use them to destroy his enemies or make arbitrarily changes to the material world.

However, even though its own power is extremely strong, it cannot perceive the world like normal creatures in the material world. It feels very painful about the world filled with flowers, birds, insects and fish, and it urgently wants to extract all the different elements and arrange them neatly to form regular areas.

Of course, to it this is something that is beneficial to the material world, but to ordinary creatures in the material world, it is one terrible destruction after another.

Because it was born too early, the "Eye of the Ancient Elements" left many terrible legends. At the same time, because its strength is too strong, the major magicians in the material world have no way to safely destroy it, so they can only find a way to make it sleep, seal it, and leave it for future generations to slowly solve, trusting the wisdom of future generations.

But just like demons have their worshippers, the Eye of Ancient Elements is also believed in by many paranoid magicians. Some of them may just covet its powerful power, while others really believe in the paranoid and crazy theories of this ancient evil, so they are quietly looking for its sealed place and the correct way to awaken it.

Although the official has not given a clear explanation about the nature of this thing, based on this description, players generally speculate that the essence of the "Eye of the Ancient Elements" is probably also an Old One, a loophole in the rules of the material world, an absolutely blind, stupid, and crazy existence.

That is, they are the same kind as the witches.

Hawthorne's mind was filled with the information that he barely remembered from his past life. In front of him, Zora was still slowly telling her past: "You should also know that in the dark elf society, men are not allowed to learn magic."

"Only the members of the eight major families in the Aristocratic Highlands, their male offspring or male concubines, can be allowed to become a magician, while members of smaller families are not given this opportunity."

"And my husband, by chance, witnessed the power of the Ancient Elemental Eye and signed a contract with it, becoming a... well, should I say a sorcerer."

Hawthorne nodded slightly. It seemed that Zora's husband had the same profession as himself.

Even the ones he contracted with were the same Old Ones, and his contractors were far more powerful than his own witches.

"He therefore became a believer in the Eye of the Ancient Elements, and firmly believed that the teachings of the Spider Queen would only bring disaster to Menzoberranzan, and eventually even its destruction, leaving thousands of dark elves homeless and suffering unimaginable humiliation, hardship, and distress."

She said this and glanced at Hawthorne: "It's ridiculous, isn't it? Two hundred years ago, he dared to make such a judgment. It's really ridiculous."

Hawthorne tilted his head slightly, thought for a moment, and then continued, "In fact, to outsiders like us, this concept is not ridiculous. Well, according to statistics, in the past hundred years, Eilistraee has not been resurrected, but her followers have been increasing?"

Eilistraee, the daughter of the Spider Queen, the naked girl dancing alone under the moon, the only kind goddess among the dark elves.

Unlike the inexplicable disappearance of the Goddess of Life, during the last Saint Catastrophe, this goddess was plotted against by her own biological mother, the Spider Queen, and was confirmed dead.

Although the gods cannot really die and will return sooner or later, it is inevitable that the number of their believers will shrink and the church will weaken during their absence.

The current decline of the Church of the Goddess of Life is the best example. A hundred years ago, when the Goddess of Wealth was imprisoned and humiliated by Grazite, she herself did not even perish, but it also caused a significant decline in her own church.

From this we can see that when gods suffer, the church declines; this is the universal law of this world.

However, the church of Eilistraee was an exception. During her death, the size of her church not only did not decline, but according to statistics from a professional organization in Port Liber, if pan-believers were also counted, their size would even have increased significantly.

On the contrary, it may continue to grow stronger.

This is certainly not because as long as you join them and believe in this goddess, you can appreciate the goddess' beautiful naked body from all angles...Okay, this aspect may also account for part of the reason, but in short, the larger reason is that the Spider Queen and the eight major families under her command are too capable.

Chapter 791 Zhuola's Initiative (I)

Humans are not plants or trees, so who can be ruthless? Dark elves are no exception. In the treacherous environment of Menzoberranzan, the eight great families that are at the top in terms of strength, wealth, power, and status will undoubtedly be the eternal winners.

They have too much wealth and too high a tolerance for mistakes, so even if they make mistakes, they always have the last laugh.

On the other hand, for those small families at the bottom of the society, even if one or two lucky ones can take advantage, in the long run, they still lose more.

We are not fools. Since development in the city of Menzoberranzan can only result in losses, and your eight major families can always win, why don't I go out and find another better job?

Therefore, the dark elves generally go out, and there are also many who come to the surface. These fierce elves who can't stay in Menzoberranzan have spread the bad reputation of the dark elves to a certain extent, but with more people, many of them will choose other paths.

For example, Jarlaxle Baenre is now living in Liberport, which is a good example. There are also many others who have joined the Zhentarim or other organizations.

It was precisely under such circumstances that the Church of Eilistraee avoided decline and its core members maintained its original size.

This is Hawthorne's view, and in response, Zora Harlan smiled gently: "Of course it seems so to you, but it doesn't seem so to us."

As she spoke, she swallowed her saliva, and a certain self-mockery appeared in her eyes: "At least in my opinion at that time, his idea was so ridiculous."

"I was young and foolish at the time, and I stubbornly believed that as long as we followed the Spider Queen's teachings, we would be invincible."

She sighed with emotion, and Hawthorne asked at the right time: "What happened next?"

Zora lowered her head. "Later...what happened later proved that he was right. Small families like ours and big families like the Banry family all believe in the Spider Queen. However, ordinary families have their own beliefs, and the eight great families have their own beliefs."

As she spoke, she gave Hawthorne a bitter smile: "It was only after I fell and got my head broken that I began to reconsider his words. Then I suddenly realized what kind of ugly faces the Spider Queen and her eight lackeys really had!"

She did not elaborate on the lows she had experienced. However, judging from her hatred for the Banrui family, it was obvious that this woman had been bullied by the Banrui family when she was young.

Hawthorne nodded slightly: "So, uh, why don't you leave? With your ability to catch purple worms and extract venom, you shouldn't be unable to survive anywhere, right?"

Zhuora's fingers holding the wine glass exerted a little force, and the joints began to turn blue and white, making Hawthorne wonder if she would just crush the wine glass. "I can't leave. I haven't completed my revenge yet."

"I will make the Banrui family decline, pull them down from the lofty throne, and let them taste the taste of failure and being bullied!"

"Only in this way can my husband's soul rest in peace..."

As she spoke, she slowly lowered her eyes, and her voice seemed a little low. Hawthorne stretched out his arm, put his arm around her shoulders, and tried to comfort her as much as possible: "I'm sorry, I underestimated your determination.

Zhuola's body tilted slightly and fell on him. Even though there were two layers of cloth between them, he could still feel the elasticity and softness coming from Zhuola's body.

A refreshing fragrance came and slowly penetrated into his nostrils, making him feel emotionally agitated and his body increasingly hot.

"In fact, I have weighed the pros and cons many times. Should I come here tonight?" Zhuola closed her eyes and put down the empty wine glass. "I swore at the beginning that I would not forget him and would not have a new husband before I completed my revenge."

As she spoke, she turned around and hugged Hawthorne's body from the front, pressing her full breasts against his chest.

She leaned close to Hawthorne's neck, her breath was as fragrant as orchid, and the fragrance kept stimulating his nerves: "But in the end, I decided to come. After all, it was you who helped me take this big step on the road of revenge."

"So, if you want, I should respond..."

Hawthorne was slightly surprised, feeling her body rubbing against his body like a flexible python, and his body suddenly became more excited.

However, his spirit was somewhat resistant to this, and he always felt that he was taking advantage of someone's misfortune or demanding a favor.

He wanted to say, "You don't have to do this, our deal is done." However, recalling what Zhuora had just said, he couldn't say any words of rejection.

Zora, you have been imprisoned by hatred and are torturing yourself...