Witch Monastery

Heidi was stunned when she heard this. At the side, Cui Bisi frowned and continued to talk about it: "Although there are countless gangs of all sizes in Nangang District, if there is a real

I'm afraid there are only three companies that have the energy to accomplish this."

"The Amazon Fisheries Company, the Sanasa Guild, and the Zhentarim." She stretched out three fingers, counted them one by one, and concluded, "As for the other small gangs, they are simply not worth mentioning in front of the female paladin of the investigation team and the fifteen elite warriors she leads."

Hawthorne frowned, "That's true, but is it necessary for these three families to take action?"

"Even if it's the Shannasa Guild, they can only bully the city guards at most. Do they have the guts to challenge the Black Rod Tower directly?"

Others may not know this, and even the boss of the Shannasa Guild may not know that he is a beholder. However, as a player, Hawthorne not only knows this clearly, but also understands its strengths and weaknesses!

Even though this guy is a long-established Eye Demon Tyrant with legendary strength, he is no match for the Black Staff Tower that possesses divine weapons: the current Lady Black Staff can easily kill this guy with just one finger!

As for the other two, that is even more impossible.

In front of him, Cuibisi was slightly stunned, and then hesitantly said: "This, I don't think so... Then who else has the ability and courage to do this..."

As she spoke, her voice became smaller and smaller, and Hawthorne swallowed his saliva, and a bold guess gradually emerged in his mind: "Everyone, what do you think, this matter..."

"Could it be an out-of-control butterfly that did this?"

As soon as the words came out, all the women fell silent. Everyone seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, and the monastery was as silent as death.

Yes, this seems to be the biggest possibility.

Die in her prime had the power to do so, and now that she has lost her memory and is out of control, she might also be reckless...

Several nuns suddenly felt their hearts trembling. They could even foresee that when the mages of the Black Rod Tower rushed to the slums, caught the butterfly's true body, followed the clues, and unraveled the mystery, they would discover the existence of the monastery...

Then all their efforts so far would be ruined!

Hawthorne also realized this and did not dare to delay any longer. He immediately made a decision: "Let's get ready right away. After sunset, we will go to the lumberyard to see what is going on!"

He immediately began preparations, and at the same time, similar conversations had just begun at the Amazon Fisheries Company's headquarters in Nangang District.

"The Black Rod Tower's investigation team, along with our people, disappeared around that lumberyard?"

Gail Porter, a female executive who was about to leave work, listened to the report from her subordinates with her thick eyebrows furrowed. The woman in front of her who was reporting to her looked anxious and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, and based on the bloodstains we observed, it is very likely that they have all met with misfortune..."

tricky!

Portel cursed inwardly. She was not afraid of the Black Rod Tower investigating the monster attack that night. After all, that incident had nothing to do with them and she was not afraid of a strict investigation at all - at most, the people in the investigation team were greedy and could settle the matter by paying some money.

However, if the investigation team was wiped out here, it would be a slap in the face of the top leaders of Port Liber.

Although they have been slapped in the face more than once or twice over the years, in the past, those who beat them were all large conglomerates like the Golden Dragon Bank that could influence the world with just a flick of their fingers. How could a small company like theirs have the chance to do that!

It is conceivable that this incident will inevitably attract the wrath of the top leaders, and then they will send out the most elite team to turn the entire Nangang District upside down, and even kill the chicken to scare the monkey, to set an example...

In that case, all the arrangements made by the company over the years would have been in vain!

Amazon Fisheries Company is very big, and can run rampant in Nangang District. The District Government has to look at their faces. But it is also very small. After all, the Amazon Kingdom behind them is only a small archipelago country that has been established for less than a hundred years and is very backward in all aspects. It is far inferior to the power behind the super consortiums such as the Golden Dragon Bank and the Blue Dragon Bank, which can influence the world situation with just a sneeze...

We can't make a big deal out of this, we have to put an end to everything and resolve it tonight!

"Notify my team immediately, we'll set off now!" Porter stood up suddenly, his eyes burning, "Those people must die, but they can't die in Nangang District!"

Chapter 84 Storm Hammer and Level Warlock

In the secret base of the Shannasa Guild, Kentez, the huge bearded commander of the Shannasa Guild who seemed to have lost weight recently, looked at the parchment in front of him with lines of treaties written in blood-red ink, and felt his heart trembling.

Opposite him, a tall and thin man wearing a long black trench coat and a bowler hat was looking at him with interest.

If Hawthorne were here, he would recognize his identity at a glance: the apostle of Mephistopheles, the demon agent who was scared away by him, Regolas.

However, even though it was not stated explicitly and he had never seen the person before, Kentz vaguely realized who the person was who was doing the deal with him.

He also realized that by signing this contract, he would become a traitor to humanity, and unless he encountered great luck, his soul would never be able to wash away this sin!

But, do I have any way out?

Thinking of the cold face of the "Hand of the Eye", and the Casarant family's determination to take him away,

Seeing the ugly face that was about to eat him alive, he took a deep breath, suppressed the tension and fear in his heart, raised his hand, and signed his name on it.

A red light shone from the parchment and shone into his body. His internal organs were strengthened, and the mental fatigue caused by the high pressure for many days was instantly swept away.

But at this moment, he also sadly realized that his soul had been permanently branded with some kind of evil.

"Very good, Mr. Kentez."

Seeing this, Regolas raised his hands wearing black cotton gloves and clapped softly: "I admire your courage. Don't worry, we always value integrity when doing business."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand. A silver light flashed, and immediately, a square hammer about 30 centimeters long and silver in color appeared in his hand.

"This is the Storm Hammer. It contains the power of thunder and is the weapon that the Dwarf King once used to defeat giants," he introduced.

Kentez gave him a cold look and asked, "Is it genuine?"

"Of course not, it's a replica." Regolas admitted generously. After all, the real thing is a genuine artifact. "But, for you, it's enough."

"It still has three charges left. Feel it carefully and I think you can understand how to use it." He continued, "Use it well. No one can stay conscious after being hit by it. With it, you can defeat any enemy!"

Kentz didn't say anything. He reached out, took the warhammer, and put the handle into the leather pocket at his waist.

"As long as you do as I say and wait around the lumberyard, you will definitely be able to get back the goods you lost." Regolas grinned, "The Casalante family and the people of the Amazon Guild will all kneel on the ground and beg for your forgiveness like a bunch of bitches!"

Kentez was noncommittal: "When will the action begin?"

Regolas opened his mouth and was about to say something, but suddenly his expression froze. After a few seconds of silence, his expression became slightly subtle: "Tonight, right now, Kentez, bring your people, and we will act immediately!"

……

In the dormitory of the monastery, Hawthorne sat at the head of the bed, accompanied by Heidi, Jutta and Tribis.

Looking at his remaining 3,600 purification points and thinking about the difficulties he might face tonight, he gritted his teeth slightly and finally tapped lightly on his "level" column.

hum-

One thousand eight hundred purification points were consumed, and then, a milky white purification light lit up, and new power surged into his body.

The next second, his mana limit was expanded to seventeen points, and the system in front of him began to change, with a line of small words appearing at the top: Please choose your attribute value improvement item, or learn a specialty.

And below, there are two long lists.

It’s great to be able to choose freely!

Hawthorne was delighted, and then he began to look through the list carefully. At the beginning of the list were six attribute values, and he could choose to increase one attribute by two points, or two attributes by one point each.

However, the other five items are green, indicating that they are optional, and only the "Charm" item is gray, which means that his charm attribute has reached the upper limit of mortals and can no longer be improved by leveling up.

If you want to improve further, you can only rely on some special treasures, or be promoted to the legendary level.

Hawthorne naturally would not choose to improve attributes, which was the worst. He went down the list and began to look for the specialty he liked.

There are also many gray options in the expertise, which means that he does not meet the prerequisites for the expertise: perhaps the attributes are not enough, perhaps the profession is wrong, or perhaps he must choose the prerequisite expertise before he can choose this one.

But in general, these projects are similar to those in the game. Hawthorne had a rough idea in his mind, and he immediately made a decision on which one he would choose!

Metamagic Feat: Extend the Spell!

The effect is that when you cast a spell that lasts one minute or longer, you can spend one additional mana point to double its duration, up to a maximum of twenty-four hours.

This was the optimal solution he came up with after comprehensively considering the current situation. With it, his combat effectiveness almost doubled!

He immediately chose this metamagic specialty, and suddenly, the soft white light lit up again, and countless knowledge poured into his head.

Hawthorne closed his eyes and carefully sensed the new knowledge. He opened his eyes again after he had fully mastered it.

Then, he began to cast spells on himself: upgraded spellcasting, second-level Armor of Agathis, and extended spell!

Low-level spells can be upgraded to higher levels, such as Armor of Agathys, which costs three mana to cast a second-level version.

Although it only cost a little more mana, its protection strength and rebound power were both doubled!

Although its overall value is still not as good as a true second-level spell, it is the best solution he can achieve now.

Adding the effect of the extended spell, Hawthorne now spends a total of four mana points to obtain a two-ring Armor of Aegis that lasts for two hours.

Okay, that's it, then next...

He then extended the spell as well, giving himself Mage Armor, the second ring of False Life, and the first ring of Long Stride, spending a total of thirteen mana points.

He thus gained great luck

It has the ability to move, and an almost indestructible magical protection effect, but the mana limit of 17 points is instantly reached, which is almost equivalent to having no combat effectiveness.

However, Hawthorne was not at all panicked.

OK, the mana is gone, so now...

sleep!

cough--

It's magic replenishment!

"Heidi, Jutta, Tribis, help me!"

He called softly, then closed his eyes. On the side, Heidi was the fastest, kissing him on the lips before Jutta and Tribis, who were still a little shy and couldn't let go in front of their sisters.

Chapter 85: Magic Replenishment and Sacrifice Field

As magical creatures, witches may not know many spells and their magic levels are not high, but their total mana is often ridiculously large - this is the core reason why Heidi cannot share too many spells with him, but dares to give him so much mana.

Of course, this is also the fundamental reason why they lose control during the Witch Night.

But for now, Hawthorne doesn't have to worry about the side effects of too much mana. In short, with their help, it only takes an hour at most for him to restore all his mana and return to his peak combat state!

And the remaining time is when he has the strongest fighting power!

This is the optimal solution he came up with based on the current situation!

The dormitory is filled with springtime, and the ancient and sacred ritual of replenishing magic is slowly being performed here...

……

In the lumberyard.

Annuo and her warriors were roughly tied up at the foot of the wall. Her long golden wavy hair was disheveled, her delicate face was stained with blood, her big blue eyes were full of humiliation, she bit her bright red lower lip, saying nothing, but she was helpless.

Her fine plate armor had been taken off, and she was now only wearing a thin layer of cloth armor, which was tightly tied with hemp ropes, exposing the curves of her body.

Especially the cleavage on her chest, which was pulled to the bottom, exposing the full shape. Just one look at it was enough to arouse people's desire.

After all, she is a girl of noble birth. Even though she is still young, she has never lacked nutrition such as meat, eggs and milk since childhood, so her body is naturally fully developed, which is far beyond the reach of girls from poor families.

Not only that, because of sufficient exercise, her skin is not at all plump and smooth like that of a noble lady. Obvious muscle lines can be seen on her upper arms, waist, abdomen and calves, which are full of strength and show vigorous vitality.

If it were an ordinary bandit, robber or gangster, if they had captured such a young and beautiful female knight, they would have been unable to bear the surging desire and would have torn off her armor and ruthlessly desecrated her pure and delicate body that had not yet been touched by anyone.

But unfortunately, they were captured by a group of cult members who had already gone insane. In order to pursue their illusory great ideal, they voluntarily removed part of their brains and completed their spiritual castration. Therefore, they no longer had any worldly desires in their hearts and only wanted to complete their great ideal.

"Push one up!"

In the middle of the lumberyard, a cult leader dressed in gorgeous clothes gave an order. Next to him was a wooden bed, with various knives placed beside it, and behind him was a large wooden statue of an evil spirit over three meters tall.

The evil ghost had fangs and hollow eyes, but on the top of its head was a giant brain that was more than twice as large as the lower half of its face. It was carved with mysterious and complex patterns, making it look both weird and terrifying.

Upon hearing the noise, the remaining cultists immediately brought forward an unconscious member of the investigation team and pressed him down on the wooden bed. Then, the leader took out a scalpel and stabbed it straight into the back of the man's head!

"Well--!"

Instantly, the severe pain woke the man up, and he groaned in his throat. His whole body began to spasm, and his limbs struggled violently. But the other cultists immediately held down his limbs, making him unable to move at all!

The leader was not disturbed at all. He quickly opened his head completely and took out a fresh brain. Then he turned around, walked behind the statue, and with a pious look on his face, put the brain into a small compartment behind it.

Blood gushed out, and the soldier from the investigation team whose brain had been removed gradually stopped struggling and stopped breathing. At the same time, the empty eyes of the statue suddenly emitted a bright red magical light.

"Success!"

"Sure enough, these people's brains are much more useful than those of ordinary people!"

"Quick, next one, let's push the next one up!"

The remaining cultists cheered. These investigators were all fighters of at least level two, and were absolutely elite. As a result, their brainpower was naturally far superior to that of the untrained and malnourished slum dwellers!

An Nuo, who was standing in the corner and saw the whole scene, was about to burst out in tears: "Woo——!"

She wanted to curse and started to struggle, but her mouth was blocked so she couldn't utter a single word. Her limbs were tied so she couldn't make any movement of resistance. She could only watch as the cultists dragged her other comrade over and put him on the operating table over there.

buzzing-

A mosquito flew slowly over. The cult leader was quick-witted and slapped it with his hand: "Pah!"

A little blood burst out from his palm, and the mosquito instantly dropped to a different dimension. The leader frowned slightly, looked up, and couldn't help but muttered in dissatisfaction: "It's autumn, why are there still so many mosquitoes..."

“That’s not a mosquito.”