Witch Monastery

If I had not been obsessed with creating an army of angels, but had first found a way to transform these plants, passed them on to my followers, and let them use them to benefit the entire world...

So those free

When the hungry people are grateful for their names, the whole world will be filled with strong and brave warriors with pious faith...

The more she thought about it, the more her heart trembled, and the more she thought about it, the more her faith wavered. Her will to hold on was already shaky, and she would have to admit her short-sightedness and narrow-mindedness!

"Do not--!"

She suddenly roared, her voice so excited that her whole body was shaking: "Distant water cannot quench nearby thirst. This will not alleviate our predicament!"

Hawthorne looked at her in surprise, and then he saw Sulfaro raise his head with an extremely excited expression: "Do you think the Abyss has always been honest? Do you think the front line against the power of Chaos is only the bloody battle front of Pazunia? Do you think the material world itself is perfect and has no loopholes?"

"Naive! Ignorant! You don't know that the will of the abyss has been seeking to expand. They have been trying every means to incorporate other worlds into a layer of the abyss. The material world you live in has been breaking apart, and evil monsters have been born. You must have heard of the horror legends of witches, right? Why do you think there are so few witches in recent years? What do you think the angels do every day!"

Hawthorne thought, of course I know, but he didn't reply immediately. He just watched Sulfaro vent his emotions quietly: "We have been facing this dilemma, and my sisters have been sacrificing! Your gentle attempt can't solve the dilemma we are facing at all. You are just a flower in a greenhouse, a lamb that has been protected too well!"

"You are a mortal who knows nothing. How dare you question my decision like this? My thoughts are profound and my vision is far greater than yours, a pathetic human who is not even a hundred years old!"

She screamed, and Hawthorne looked slightly surprised: "Oh, so this is your thought and original intention? It turns out that you don't have the slightest selfish motive?"

Sulfaro turned away, not daring to look him in the eye. His eyes seemed to contain a different kind of magic, and she was afraid that if she stared at him for too long, she would be unable to help but express her selfish thoughts.

"Ah."

Hawthorne smiled, knowing that she certainly could not be as selfless as she said: "Indeed, Sulfaro, I do not understand the difficulties you are facing. However, even if you seek immediate combat power, your approach can be said to be extremely wrong."

Sulfaro raised his head and looked at him with a hint of disdain: "Why, do you have a better way?"

"Of course." Hawthorne said, not intending to expose the true identities of the witches because of her random roar.

However, her random roar also showed that this woman's defense was indeed broken. Success was just around the corner, and he had to hide the identities of the witches first, and when he got stronger evidence later, he could completely break her defense in one fell swoop.

"And I can say that I'm using the same techniques that you have," he said. "In fact, we're almost there, but it may take some time before we can really produce the final results."

After saying this, he stopped talking nonsense with the woman, reached out his hand, collected all the watermelon rinds, and then turned around and prepared to leave: "That's all I have to say, Sulfaro. Continue to enjoy your prison life, but soon, you will see what kind of powerful biological weapon I will create with your research results."

"When the time comes, you will realize your own stupidity. If you still feel even a little guilty about your sisters, I hope you will reflect on how to atone for your sins as soon as possible."

Sulfaro looked at his back, her heart pounding like thunder. She wanted to say something to mock his overestimation of his abilities, but when she thought carefully about the sweet watermelon he brought today, she couldn't say anything sarcastic.

He has indeed done it, using his research results to create products that can benefit the world, and it is obvious to the naked eye that he can do more...

Now, after hearing what he said about the difficulties, can he create a powerful biological weapon to fight against the demons?

Rationally, Sulfaro thought that he should be able to do something similar, after all, he had successfully created a dark angel;

But emotionally, she did not want to see his success, because it would prove that her own vision was indeed narrow, and all the sacrifices she made for this were foolish self-admiration and a completely unnecessary waste!

That was something she absolutely could not accept!

Chapter 804: Sulfaro's Final Toughness

Sulfaro gritted his teeth and sneered: "I am looking forward to your biological experiments, Father Hawthorne. With the things I mentioned as imaginary enemies, you will eventually find that you will have to follow my old path again!"

"What can you do? All life in the material world was created by the Gods of Order. If you attack any of them, you are blaspheming the achievements of the Gods!"

"You will also commit the sin of blasphemy against the gods, and then it will be time for you to admit your mistakes to me!"

She said this, and Hawthorne just left without saying anything more.

The cell returned to silence, and Sulfaro vented his emotions, feeling extremely happy.

She took a few deep breaths, then lay down on her little bed, closed her eyes, and prepared to rest: but she couldn't fall asleep at all. All she could think about was the shock Hawthorne had brought her today and some fantasies that could no longer be undone.

If I had been more flexible and not so obsessed with creating a dark angel, and had started the experiment with the lowest level of plants...

If so, I would not become enemies with my sisters, nor would I have to betray the Mother Goddess who created me, nor would I cause the destruction of the family that believes in me?

I can alleviate the crisis faced by the angels in a more peaceful way, and I can ascend to a higher position in a more upright and bright way...

It's not that she didn't want to suppress these bad thoughts, telling herself that Hawthorne couldn't do it, that her original choice was correct, and that she was not wrong.

However, she couldn't help but imagine it all.

Sulfaro's once unparalleled faith was now wavering.

She thought about it like this for a while, her excitement gradually subsided, and then some aspects that had been neglected before began to recover.

She felt her body begin to itch, and subconsciously stretched out her fingers to touch the center of her snowy legs. After touching the most sensitive part, a comfortable feeling came over her, and she couldn't help but moan with relief.

But then, she suddenly realized something, and her beautiful eyes couldn't help but widen.

Wait, Hawthorne...

Did he really just leave like that?

Of course Hawthorne left. After all, he had been hanging out for two days behind closed doors since returning to the monastery. Now that he had finished training Sulfaro, he naturally had to go out and prepare for the next stage of his work.

For example, go and see the ship that is said to have been built and which he will use to travel to the Black Earth Continent later.

Two hours later, in Westport District, at the shipyard jointly owned by Hawthorne and Bernard.

Hawthorne had just gotten off the carriage and was standing at the gate of the shipyard, looking at the huge factory in front of him. The factory was surrounded by brick walls and painted white, which looked pretty good.

The wide iron gate was now open. Bernard, a short man dressed in a suit and tie with neatly combed blond hair, was standing here with a group of people. He smiled and said loudly, "Welcome Earl Hawthorne to our factory, haha!"

He smiled. Behind him, beautiful girls in red dresses decorated with flowers lined up in two rows. They bowed and used their half-exposed towering breasts to form a snow-white passage in the middle, waiting for Hawthorne to walk in.

Looking at the ceremony specially set up by Bernard, Hawthorne frowned slightly, feeling a little helpless: "Alas..."

However, he did not blame this guy too much. After all, after the Blue Dragon's previous actions, the whole city was indeed discussing his heroic performance in Polo.

If he came to the shipyard and Bernard said nothing, it would inevitably make the people below suspect that something unpleasant had happened between the two leaders, which led to their disunity.

So it was understandable that he had to make such a troublesome scene. However, Hawthorne really didn't like things that wasted time, and his time was extremely precious.

He could only pinch his nose and pretend to be happy: "Well, thank you for your hard work."

After saying these polite words perfunctorily, he quickly walked to Bernard and said, "Come on, Bernard, take me to see my ship."

He planned to travel to the distant Black Earth Continent in the next one or two months to bury Fatima and, by the way, open a new map that had not yet been released in the game and was just a background map - it was said that there were rich mineral resources there, and there might be many extra gains.

So now, he had to check his ship and make thorough preparations before setting off.

Bernard opened his mouth and wanted to say where we should visit first, but Hawthorne was still so decisive and went straight to the point. Helplessly, he could only swallow back the words he had prepared, and then said: "Come with me, Hawthorne, your boat is already built, it's over here."

He deliberately used his real name to address him, which made him seem more intimate. This attempt was correct. Hawthorne really didn't like the overly strict and unfamiliar terms of addressing superiors and subordinates. He nodded slightly and followed behind him.

The shipyard is quite busy now. Many workers are carrying huge steel, anchors, iron plates, gun barrels and other materials back and forth. You can also see many dwarves pushing carts, roaring angrily and moving forward with their short legs.

The clanking sound of steel being struck could be heard everywhere, and someone was using a large circular saw to cut wood. A lot of dust filled the air, and the harsh noise made Hawthorne frown.

Ah, the workers' living conditions are worse than I imagined.

As he thought this, Bernard noticed his expression and continued, "This is the daily routine of our shipyard. Thanks to your relationship with the dwarves, we have no shortage of cheap and easy-to-use steel. Therefore, whether it is the ship's armor, the cannon barrel, or even the saws here, we use the best ones to improve efficiency, haha!"

He yelled at Hawthorne in this noisy factory, "The only downside is that the noise is really loud. I can't stay here for a day! But in a way, this is a good thing. At least, no one is lazy here!"

He said this with a smile, trying to comfort Hawthorne. The latter nodded slightly to show his agreement, but then he said, "The noise and dust here must be unpleasant for the workers here, right?"

Bernard was stunned, then Hawthorne

He continued: "We can't stand it after just one day, but they have to stay here every day. If this continues for a long time, their hearing and trachea will definitely be damaged."

"Bernard, buy them some masks and earplugs later and have them wear them while working. It will be a layer of protection at least."

Bernard opened his mouth, unable to accept his words for a moment: "Ah... That, ah, is right, you are very thoughtful, Hawthorne. I have been thinking about improving efficiency and the profits of our shipyard all day long, and have never thought about this aspect. Blame me, blame me!"

He took credit for himself without leaving any trace, and flattered Hawthorne in a self-deprecating way. Hawthorne smiled gently, and could see the little thoughts of this nobleman, but he did not expose him and let him do it.

After all, there are not so many loyal partners. We are all human beings and have our own selfish desires. It is impossible to give 100% of our heart to another person.

Someone like Bernard, who at least has some professional ability and is willing to cooperate with him honestly to run a factory, is already a very good partner.

Thinking this, he followed Bernard all the way to the dock, and saw a giant wooden sailing ship about thirty meters long floating there. It was covered with iron sheets for protection, and there were eight cannons on each side, quietly waiting for Hawthorne to pass by.

"Because you urged us to do it, we didn't actually build this ship from scratch. We bought a sailboat from outside, added protective iron sheets and a few cannons to it, and modified it to become what it is now." Bernard explained with a smile, "Although it is not as powerful as a fully ironclad ship, it has strong sustained power. At least it will allow you to cross the ocean and reach the Black Earth Continent without any problem."

Hawthorne nodded slightly, and was quite satisfied with this: "Then, shall we go in and take a look?"

"Yes." Bernard responded and stepped forward. "We have also modified the interior of the ship. Look, Hawthorne."

Chapter 805: Return to Anshan Town

As Bernard spoke, they walked up the ladder to the deck together. Then he pushed open the cabin door, and the magnificently decorated cabin appeared before him.

The cabin in front is decorated like a gorgeous bar, with a bar on the side. Different wines and condiments are placed on the wine cabinet behind the bar, and various glass cocktail shakers are placed on the bar table, allowing skilled bartenders to mix cocktails according to the needs of the guests.

In the middle of the cabin, there are several wooden round tables welded together, and even chessboard patterns are carved on them. Guests seeking pleasure here can not only taste fine wine, but also play chess or even board games.

"Look, Hawthorne, do you like it?" Bernard said with a smile, "Before we modified this place, we specifically consulted the designers of Blue Dragon. Under their guidance, we finally chose this style and transformed the cabin into a bar."

"Oh, not only that. Come here, Hawthorne, look at these little gadgets in these corners. They are actually magical items used to collect sound. If you want to show off your singing skills one day, believe me, standing in the middle of this hall and singing will make your voice sound even sexier and more beautiful!"

As he introduced it so exaggeratedly, Hawthorne's brows slightly frowned, then relaxed, without revealing his true emotions: "Well, it's OK, what's inside?"

"Inside, follow me." Bernard thought he liked it, and he was even happier. He then walked deeper into the ship, and kept talking: "Well, I really want you to enjoy a wonderful journey, so you see, there are additional designs here: here is the billiard room, here is the massage room, and here, the huge artificial pool allows you to enjoy the pleasure of hot springs even on the ship..."

He introduced it non-stop, and seemed very proud of his plan. Hawthorne stopped, frowned, and his unhappy mood was obvious on his face.

Noticing the change in his mood, Bernard seemed to be strangled by the neck, and his voice stopped abruptly. The passionate mood just now also became a little nervous: "What's wrong, Hawthorne, don't you like it?"

"Bernard!" Hawthorne frowned, then sighed, "How much space is there on this ship? We still need a lot of spare things, we need to store artillery and ammunition, and we also need to provide the crew with enough rest space..."

"Why did you build so many entertainment facilities on the ship? Let me guess, it would be expensive to operate these things properly. So these are not prepared for the sailors, they should only serve me, right?"

Bernard showed an embarrassed expression: "I think you deserve these..."

"But I don't need these." Hawthorne said, then he looked up and looked at these entertainment facilities, "Clean them all up and turn this into a storage room or something like that. There will be more practical space, which is much better than these fancy entertainment rooms."

"After all, this trip is to the Black Earth Continent... No one knows what we will encounter there. It is better to be more prepared than to indulge in pleasure."

Although the Black Earth Continent has a vast amount of mineral deposits, it is poor and unstable, full of wars and rampant pirates. Although the current strength is already very strong and it is probably more than enough to deal with a pirate fleet alone, Hawthorne still believes that he needs to make more adequate preparations.

As he said this, Bernard scratched his head and couldn't help but say, "I listened to the advice of the blue dragons. They said that the most frightening thing about such a long journey is that you can't stand loneliness. It can be mentally debilitating.

I may not be able to bear it.”

"I thought so too. I even hired a group of bunny girl maids to accompany the ship... Of course, this was also suggested by the blue dragons. Their ships have these features."

Hawthorne sighed, "That's them. The blue dragons can count money just by lying down every day. Can we? Unload all of these. Oh, Bernard, if you really care about me, build a study room that is absolutely soundproof."

"I feel great joy just reading the spell books in there."

"Ah... okay." Bernard looked at him strangely. "Oh my God... I can't imagine, Hawthorne, what kind of life you lead on a daily basis."

"The blue dragons said that you live like an ascetic. I didn't agree at first, but now... I finally understand why you are so powerful."

He sighed from the bottom of his heart, and Hawthorne just smiled softly: "The blue dragons are overpraising me. I have my own way of relaxing, but it's not this way - the space on the ship is limited, so it's better to make use of it as much as possible."

Bernard did not ask him how he entertained himself, as he thought that would be very boring.

And Hawthorne didn't intend to say it. After all, a soundproof study room is not only used for reading, but also can be used to prevent outsiders and do things secretly...

cough!

Anyway, after looking at his ship, Hawthorne didn't plan to stay any longer. He walked out with Bernard and asked, "So, how long will the next modification take?"

"It won't take too long," Bernard said. "It's just a few rooms. Just move the things out and move some small things in. It should be done in a month, and then you can set off."

Huo Sang nodded slightly: "Okay, then in a month, I will officially set sail for the Black Soil Continent!"

After the agreement was made, he disembarked and toured the factory. It was lunch time, so he had lunch with the workers in the factory cafeteria.

After lunch, he found Bernard and asked him to use part of his share of the profits to improve the workers' dining environment, and then left.

Apart from this place, he has several other properties to take care of. Just leave this place to Bernard, he doesn't have much energy to invest in it.

Three days later, in the Roof Plateau, Anshan Town.

After dealing with a series of problems inside the Port of Liberl, Hawthorne brought Heidi here to appease another druid under his command, Nidalee, who was in charge of an independent monastery.

Of course, before asking about the specific job, the first thing he had to do was to satisfy the desires that had been accumulating in the girl over the past few months.

Hawthorne was naturally not polite to this druid who was also almost starving. It would be better to say that he brought Heidi along specifically so that they could work together to satisfy this girl.

So they went to Nidalee's room together, closed the doors and windows, drew the curtains, isolated themselves from all outside perception, and began a wild carnival.

Hawthorne took out a red rope and tied her up, then handcuffed her, completely restricting her freedom. This also made the druid, who had developed a slight fetish, so excited that she almost dripped with water from the beginning.

Heidi summoned thick and strong tentacles covered with smooth bumps and stuffed them into the druid's back door, squeezing her flesh and rubbing her rectum, causing the strange feeling to hit her nerves.

Hawthorne's hands passed through her thighs and held her in his arms face to face, and his thick weapon entered her body from the front.

Heidi controlled the dark green tentacles, coordinating with Hawthorne's movements, moving forward and backward with his huge weapon, and together they frantically entered and exited Nidalee's body, giving her nerves a terribly intense stimulation.

The two portals below were hit by a violent storm at the same time, and Nidalee was so comfortable that she almost rolled her eyes. She kissed Hawthorne's lips frantically, trying to possess everything of him.