Witch Monastery

After everything was counted, Hawthorne went out. He had asked someone to book a car, so everyone didn't have to walk to the West Port area this time, and everyone could take the car.

However, as he and his team walked out of the monastery's gate, they saw a pure white carriage with exquisite decorations slowly stop on the street outside. Then a beautiful figure wearing a cool white short-sleeved shirt, with snow-white and healthy arms like lotus roots exposed and a proud chest rising high, jumped out of it.

Hawthorne smiled immediately. The person who came was none other than An Nuo.

"I'm here to take you up." The girl looked up at him, a warm smile on her delicate face, two dimples at the corners of her mouth, "Come on, come up."

Hawthorne nodded and called the witches to get on Annuo's carriage. The other combat nuns also got on their own carriages, and then the vehicles started rumbling and headed towards the West Port District.

In the car, An Nuo did not shy away from the gazes of the other witches. He leaned his head on Huo Sang's chest and said with a grievance, "It will take at least two months for you to come back after you leave..."

She was a little reluctant to leave. Although they didn't see each other very often because they were busy with their own things in Port Liber, they could still get together every now and then and have a good time.

They will be separated for two months now, and you can imagine how she feels.

Hawthorne gently stroked her hair and said softly, "Why don't you just come with us on the ship today and go to the Black Earth Continent for some fun? There shouldn't be much for you to do here, right?"

He also hoped that the girl could stay with him. On the one hand, he was reluctant to let her go, but on the other hand, with the presence of a paladin with a powerful aura, at least the front line would be as stable as a rock if a battle broke out.

But unfortunately, An Nuo shook his head gently to refuse: "Not so, dear, I'm really busy recently, and the Gray Hand is under a lot of pressure recently."

Having said that, without Huo Sang asking any more questions, she naturally told him the confidential information inside the Black Rod Tower: "Recently, the Mithril District has actually been very unstable. Several members of noble families have been murdered by unknown forces. It's very terrifying."

"Although the outside world is basically unaware of this news under the control of the City Hall, as long as the murderer is not eradicated, these vicious incidents will be spread sooner or later, and then the whole city will panic... So we have been quite busy during this period."

Hawthorne's expression changed, and he thought to himself, oh no, could it be that Shapiro was behind this? Has this guy officially started his revenge?

After rescuing Malena from Sulfaro and Malena and little Lisa decided to change their surnames to Hawthorne and follow him forever, Shapiro said goodbye to him and disappeared.

Both Malena and Hawthorne have persuaded him to let go of the hatred more than once. After all, even your ancestor, the origin of your family, Sulfaro, did fall, and you did blaspheme the relics bestowed by the saints. These charges are not false. Why bother with them?

Now you only have two family members left, Malena and little Lisa. Why don’t you stay with your loved ones, change your surname, start a new life, and create a new family from scratch?

This was Hawthorne's idea, and Malena also advised him to do so, but unfortunately Shapiro would not listen. He could neither continue to use the last name of Sulfaro nor change it to Hawthorne's like Malena did. His self-esteem could not accept this, so he gave an excuse, "I must find an opportunity for revenge and the right method," and disappeared.

Hawthorne couldn't stop him and could only let him go, hoping that he could slowly figure these things out on his own and then find out what he should do for the rest of his life.

But today, when he suddenly heard the news that a noble had been murdered, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked, and then he couldn't help but worry about Shapiro in his heart.

But please don’t let it be you. Even if it is you, just quit while you’re ahead.

He thought so, and then pretended not to be in the

He looked satisfied and asked, "Oh? Have you found anything? What is the murderer's purpose? Vengeance? Or a fight for the family property?"

An Nuo shook his head: "Neither of them. Well, in the Black Rod Tower, some great magicians have already cast spells and conducted divinations. Based on the clues we have, it's more like... the dark elves are at work."

"The most obvious evidence is the toxins left in the bodies of the deceased. Many of them are made with raw materials that can only be found in the Underdark. So it is very likely that the dark elves are deliberately doing evil and spreading panic."

When Hawthorne heard that they were dark elves, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, so that's why, these guys are so abominable, they deserve to be killed!"

As he said this, he hugged An Nuo's shoulders again, his face full of worry: "But dear, you have to be careful. The dark elves are insidious and ruthless, and their sneak attacks are unexpected. You have to put your own safety first."

An Nuo rolled his eyes at him and said, "Are you so worried about me? Then why don't you postpone your trip to the Black Earth Continent until the dark elves' incident is over?"

Chapter 816 The Threat of Dark Elves

Hawthorne began to weigh the pros and cons: "To be honest, maybe there is no need to rush to send Fatima..."

This is the truth. Fatima's matter is not a matter of these two days. The minerals and chimeras in the Black Soil Continent are also not going away. In comparison, the living people around him are more important.

Seeing that he actually had this idea, An Nuo quickly stood up and patted his shoulder gently: "Okay, okay, I'm just kidding, don't worry, I can handle it."

Hawthorne frowned. "It's not that I don't trust your ability, dear, but now there is a very tricky problem. What should you do if the other party has a legendary spellcaster?"

"Lyla Silverhand is still out there chasing Orcus. She also took the Black Staff with her. Now Libel Harbor is empty. Although there are not too many high-level spellcasters among the elves, if one really comes... I'm really afraid that something will go wrong here."

He was worried, and the more he spoke, the more he realized the problem: "The dark elves saw that the defense of Libel Harbor was a bit weak recently, so they came here to concentrate their attack!"

He was so sure. Seeing him say that, Annuo raised his little fist and hit him lightly: "What are you thinking about, Hawthorne!"

"Not to mention that there are people keeping a close eye on the legendary spellcasters among the dark elves, even if a mistress disregards the risk and really comes to Port Libel, Lady Vajra can handle it! Even without the black staff, she is still a legendary spellcaster!"

There were stars in her eyes, and she seemed to admire Vajera's deeds: "The fact that the Black Staff chose her is a recognition of her great strength. Don't worry, dear, we can handle it, it's just a little hard."

As she said this, she rolled her eyes at Hawthorne and continued, "Let's take a step back. Even if you stayed in Libel Harbor and really had to fight against a legendary spellcaster, would you be able to help?"

Hawthorne thought about it. If it was during the Witch's Night, he would have unlimited mana and unlimited spells above the sixth ring. Maybe he could...

But in the end, he shook his head and suppressed these thoughts.

Never mind, others don’t necessarily have to fight you on Witch Night, and it’s unrealistic to expect to face the danger of a legendary spellcaster in just one night out of half a year.

He sighed, and finally could only accept the reality with a dull look on his face: "Well, I hope everything goes well with Vajra."

Unlike An Nuo, who was optimistic, he was full of worries. He knew that the blood of the devil flowed in Vajera's body, which meant that she could never completely get rid of the threat of the Nine Hells.

But at the moment he was not even a nine-ring spellcaster, and he could not do anything. He could only pray silently for his sect leader, hoping that she could survive this threat safely.

The carriage rumbled forward at a very fast speed, and in a blink of an eye, they had arrived at the West Port District. Their team arrived at the dock, where his modified ship had already docked, ready to go.

Hawthorne took Anno's arm and walked out of the carriage together. When sending him to the ship, the girl finally couldn't suppress her reluctance, stood on tiptoe, held his face, and gave him a romantic deep kiss.

Hawthorne naturally would not refuse. They put their tongues into each other's mouths, entangled their lips and teeth, and enjoyed the sweet feeling brought by the passionate kiss.

The two hugged each other and kissed passionately for ten minutes before they separated from each other, panting heavily. After expressing their reluctance to leave, Hawthorne boarded the ship with his team and prepared to set sail.

Facing the bright sunshine reflected from the sea, Heidi stretched out one of her hands, pointed forward, and silently chanted a spell. Then, the blue sea surface in front of the ship gradually parted, while the sea water behind gradually accumulated, forming a huge pressure difference, which pushed the huge ship to gradually accelerate and fly forward.

After doing all this, she did not delay on the deck for too long, and then returned to her room, calmly absorbing the surrounding magic power so that this huge ship could travel at the highest speed beyond time.

Life on the ship was not full of twists and turns. Everyone checked and tidied up their rooms, and then just waited.

Hawthorne walked into the soundproof study room that he had asked Bernard to build. He originally planned to read the spell book for a while, but he found that it was difficult to calm down and he couldn't concentrate on reading for a while. He simply gave up and went to the front armor.

On the board, I plan to look at the sea view for a while to calm down.

As soon as he came over, he saw that Cuibisi had been standing here. The heavy nun's clothes could not hide her graceful figure. She just leaned forward slightly, and her slender and charming waist and the curve of her hips were vaguely exposed to Hawthorne's sight.

But she was not simply looking at the sea view at this moment. She took out a bottle of the highly toxic "Midnight Tears" that she had purchased from the Harlan family from her dimensional bag, unscrewed the layers of protection of the cork, put it in her mouth, and took a sharp inhalation -

The total amount of poison, which was enough to paralyze the nerves of a whale instantly, was sucked into the stomach of this witch in one breath. A look of enjoyment appeared on her face, and her narrow and beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, as if she really liked this feeling.

After a moment, she put the bottle away with some reluctance, lowered her head, and seemed a little disappointed.

Hawthorne understood immediately. He then stepped forward, stretched out his arms, and hugged her slender and flexible waist like a water snake: "How is it, dear, do you feel that your spellcasting ability has improved?"

Ever since seeing Ekta's spellcasting ability become stronger due to consuming the power of the Balor, Hawthorne has come up with the idea of ​​using corresponding substances to enhance the strength of the witches.

Giving Cuibisi these poisons was an experiment to verify whether this idea would work.

And now, she was here to test whether these toxins were effective. After all, most of these poisons were highly volatile, and if they were in a closed cabin, they might endanger the health of ordinary nuns, so she tested the drugs at the bow.

In this way, even if some gaseous toxins leak out, they will be quickly blown away by the sea breeze and will not cause much additional damage.

But at present, it seems that the money Hawthorne spent on the poison was wasted. Cuibisi shook her head in frustration, put her arm around his waist, and said softly: "It's useless... These poisons can give me some inspiration. My future fighting style can become more secretive, but my spellcasting ability has not been improved."

"In general, the power these poisons bring me is not as great as if you favored me once, Master."

Hearing this, Hawthorne was a little disappointed. It seemed that ordinary poisons were still not enough. If he wanted to quickly improve the witch's strength, he had to think of other ways.

But...what did Heidi and Ekta rely on for their sudden increase in strength?

I can't really come up with any rules...

He was distressed, but Cuibis didn't care about this at all. She said this while gently swinging her flexible waist and rubbing slowly on his body: "Master, you see, for my strength, you have to favor me more in the future. Sister Heidi is already strong enough, and you don't need to favor her like that..."

This witch's character has always been like this. Until this moment, she still did not forget to be jealous and challenge Heidi's authority wherever possible.

Huo Sang smiled, stretched out his hand, pinched her delicate little nose, and then said with a smile: "What does this have to do with that? It's too slow to improve your strength just by relying on this. We need to find more other ways."

But having said that, he still rudely slapped one of his hands on Cuibis's perky butt, and gently kneaded it through the black but delicate and silky fabric of the nun's uniform, enjoying the elasticity and wonderful touch.

Tribis smiled and rubbed against him while Hawthorne continued to think while stroking her butt.

What is the reason for Ekta's power increase? How to reproduce it?

Could it be because Balrog is a demon?

In other words, after the witches absorb the original power of the demons, they need my "purification" process to truly transform it into their own power?

One guess after another popped up in his mind, but he had no time to verify it. At this moment, a crisp sound of footsteps came from the cabin, interrupting his thoughts. He subconsciously loosened his arms around Cuibisi to prevent the intimate actions between the two from being seen by ordinary battle nuns.

Although everyone can generally guess the relationship between the two parties, doing this in broad daylight will always have a bad impact: what if this erotic scene arouses the ambitions of ordinary combat nuns, and they all start to turn their eyes to him, then it will be a big trouble.

Chapter 817: Beastiality in the Black Earth Continent

Hawthorne was thinking this, however, when the cabin door was pushed open and a lively figure jumped out. It was not any of the nuns under his command, but the moon elf Kasa.

The girl just walked out, her long pointed ears moved slightly, then she turned her head to look at Hawthorne and Cuibisi, and said with a smile: "I'm here, you two don't have to be so scared!"

She came over with a smile, next to Hawthorne, turned her head and looked at Cuibisi: "We are the same."

As she spoke, her face gradually turned red. After all, she had seen what kind of crazy parties could be held in the monastery at night. Although she herself had not participated in one, her conversations with the witches were becoming more and more unrestrained.

Cuibisi rolled her eyes at her, feeling a little disappointed that the good atmosphere between her and her master had been disturbed. She simply turned around and said, "I'll go supervise the lunch."

With that, she quickly left and went back to the cabin.

Kasa didn't walk around, she came out just to get some fresh air. She walked straight to the bow,

It stood straight, leaving only his back and two perky little buttocks.

Hawthorne walked behind her, patted her butt gently, and then said with a smile: "What are you looking at? Why don't you chat with me?"

Kasha turned her head, and Hawthorne realized that she was holding an ice cream in her hand. She didn't know where she got it from. "Look at the sea view, it's so beautiful."

As she spoke, she pointed to the sea in the distance. The azure waves came one after another, and the sound of the waves followed. It made people feel relaxed and just wanted to put aside all distractions and enjoy the tranquility of the moment.

Kasha said this, the ice cream in her hand kept poking into her mouth. She sucked on the thing, making the corners of her mouth full of milky white custard: "Why don't you come over and watch with me for a while? What else can you say?"

Hawthorne didn't say much. He put his arm around her waist and stared into the distance with her.

"Oh, by the way, Hawthorne." Kasha's eyes suddenly lit up, and then she came over and asked excitedly, "How many of my sisters are on our ship now?"

She looked at Hawthorne with curiosity, her big eyes flickering. Hawthorne suddenly felt a little embarrassed, he pinched her waist lightly, muttered, "Why are you asking this?"

"I want to be more accurate so I don't make mistakes later." Kasa smiled, "So how many are there? Uh, let me guess, two?"

Hawthorne shook his head: "No, it's three."

Suddenly, Kasha's eyes widened: "Three? Who else? Wait, let me count, wu, Miss Heidi, Miss Cuibis, and... Miss Adele?"

She looked up in confusion, but Hawthorne shook his head and denied it: "It's not her, it's Ms. Willow."

Suddenly, Kasha's eyes widened: "Ms. Willow? Wait, that's not right, isn't she Miss Adele's mother? Could it be that Miss Adele is actually..."

She swallowed and stared at Hawthorne: "Your daughter?!"

Hawthorne sneered, reached out his hand, and knocked her head with a "bang". "How is it possible? What are you thinking! Adele is even one year older than me, how can she be my daughter!"

Kasa covered her head and realized that she had been stupid: "Wow...that's right."

As she said this, another idea suddenly occurred to her. She leaned close to Hawthorne's ear mysteriously and whispered, "Then she is not a sister now, so in the future..."

Hawthorne turned his face away and didn't look into her eyes: "Who knows? Who can predict the future? But I don't think so."

"Why?"

"I'm already dating her mother...right? Don't you think our relationship will get messy if I try to woo her again?"

"It's very confusing... huh?" Kassa looked puzzled. "I think it's pretty easy to sort out..."

Huo Sang held his forehead with his hand: "I forgot that you are an elf... Never mind, I can't explain it to you, just think of it as the concern of us short-lived people."

Kasha thought for a moment: "Actually, I can sense that she has a good impression of you..."

Hawthorne couldn't help but glance sideways: "Are you sure? Why didn't I feel it?"

His consistent feeling about Adele was that the sheep-man always had some kind of hostility towards him because of his close relationship with Willow.

"Yes." Kassa nodded, "But it's not very simple, it should be the kind of feeling of love and hate, but you can feel that she likes you, oh..."

She said, pursing her lips: "You trust my intuition!"

Hawthorne reached out and patted her head gently: "Don't talk about this, Kasa, I remember that the elves have always had dealings with the Black Earth Continent, right? Do you know anything about that side?"

The Sein Empire is located in the easternmost part of the continent, and Libel Port is located in the southernmost part of the Sein Empire. The Elf Empire was once located in the westernmost part of the continent, and the Black Earth Continent is just south of the elves' homeland.

"Ah, yes, that's right." Kasa said, "When the Elf Empire was still there, it had actually been dealing with the Black Earth Continent."

"Well, I can't say it's the Elf Empire. The most important thing is that the Moon God's followers have been working hard to appease the restless residents there and guide them to properly vent their power." After a pause, she added, "However, after the empire fell apart, the Moon Elves closed their homes and stopped doing this."

Hawthorne's expression changed: "You know so much details?"

He looked at her in surprise, as if he had just met this girl for the first time. After all, this elf was young and had always been specialized in martial arts, so Hawthorne had always treated her as an ignorant girl.

Kasa pouted in dissatisfaction and punched him lightly on the shoulder: "What's that look in your eyes? After all, I went to school."