Witch Monastery

Even if they have done something wrong, they can still confess to the gods and get redemption, thus redeeming their souls.

The followers of the Goddess of Life have lost their guidance and the way to repent and save themselves. Whether it is to judge whether the future is correct or to practice their own doctrines, they can only rely on themselves, so they live in great hardship, which makes other churches belonging to the same camp of order and justice show great sympathy to them.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Hawthorne." Anno stretched out his hand and shook hands with him again. "If you hadn't arrived in time, all this would have fallen into an irreversible and tragic situation. Your contribution should be remembered by order and justice."

Hawthorne shook hands with her, and then Anno said to Porter, "And you, ma'am, you fought bravely to maintain the order and justice of the South Port District. I admire your contribution. I will report the contributions of you and all the soldiers truthfully, and the Mithril District will give due rewards to you for your contributions!"

Hawthorne thought that of the reward, the portion that belonged to the Amazon woman could probably be distributed, but the portion that belonged to the monastery would probably be swallowed up by the insects in the Nangang District Government Office by 80%, or even 100%, and in the end only a silk banner would be left to be sent to his own monastery.

However, he didn't care about this reward. He was able to purify the butterfly safely and put all the blame on the Sannasa Guild. He was very satisfied with the harvest tonight. He nodded and smiled, "Then, I'll trouble Miss Annuo."

After saying this, Andre's voice rang in his ears: "Master, we have searched the lumberyard and confirmed that there are no traces of butterflies left. We can evacuate safely."

it is good!

Hawthorne secretly praised in his heart, and then said: "Since the monster has been eliminated, my sisters and I will not stay any longer. We are not experts in searching, so let Miss Annuo and her comrades do it."

An Nuo did not try to persuade him to stay. He nodded gently and said, "Well, thank you for your hard work tonight. Don't worry, leave the rest to us."

After a pause, she added, "If there is any need for the cooperation of Father Hawthorne and the nuns in the future, we will visit you in the monastery."

It’s better not to have such a thing.

Hawthorne thought to himself, but still had a smile on his face: "I will try my best to cooperate!"

Having said this, he then waved: "Ms. Porter, Ms. Anno, see you again in the future. Sisters, let's go!"

The nuns supported each other, said goodbye one by one, and left quickly. Looking at their backs, Anno sighed, "What a group of selfless people," and then said goodbye to Porter and turned to wake up his team members.

Porter walked all the way to the entrance of the lumber yard, looked at Hawthorne's back from a distance, his eyes flickering, and then he swallowed quietly.

An Amazon woman came over and happened to see her actions. She immediately laughed and said, "Director, this place is so smelly, how can you still have an appetite?"

Porter chuckled: "Does it have to be appetite that makes me swallow my saliva?

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Hearing this, the Amazon raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Do you have a target? Tell me quickly so that I can see what kind of species you are interested in!"

Since the Amazon women abandoned the closed model of primitive tribes, established kingdoms, and went out into the world, the custom of group marriage has gradually been abandoned. Now the Amazon people each find a man of their choice in the outside world, then "collect" the other's seed and return to their hometown to raise the baby.

As for the custom of sending boys back to the south and keeping girls to be raised by themselves, it is still preserved.

By the way, these customs are also facing major challenges. Some Amazon women believe in "infertility" for the sake of their careers, while some develop "true love" with men outside, like the one-eyed man of the Amazon guild - now a one-eyed cripple - and the Amazon woman who helps him smuggle.

Fortunately, these are still a minority for the time being. Porter, an executive of the Amazon Fisheries Company, and her subordinates still retain the custom of "seed collection".

Hearing his subordinates ask this, Porter did not hide his secrets. He raised his chin slightly and gestured to Hawthorne who had not walked far away: "What do you think of that kid?"

Her subordinate immediately stopped smiling: "He... looks good, but... isn't he a little too thin?"

She tried hard to recall her performance on the battlefield just now, and her tone became more and more certain: "The daughter born to him may not live to the end of the trial...right?"

Thinking that this was the man her boss liked, she chose to end with an uncertain tone.

"Indeed, he is a little thin, but this is probably just malnutrition." Porter nodded and said, "The development of the country in recent years has proved that as long as one has enough meat, eggs and milk since childhood, even the poorest physical talent can be made up."

"What I am interested in is his spellcasting ability."

As she said this, she swallowed her saliva again: "Have you noticed? His talent for casting spells... Hiss, judging from his appearance, he is only fifteen or sixteen years old at most. He is so young, but he can cast such a powerful spell. You can imagine his talent..."

As she said this, she even began to have trouble swallowing, and some saliva flowed out from the corners of her mouth.

Her subordinate tilted his head slightly, expressing confusion: "Director, are you really after his talent for spellcasting, and not his body?"

"roll!"

"okay……"

Chapter 100 The Morning of Butterfly

On the other side, Hawthorne, who was extremely sleepy and had no idea that he had been targeted by a strong and hungry Amazon woman, said goodbye to Portel and Anno with the nuns, and took the unconscious Die back to the monastery. He took a quick shower and fell asleep without doing anything else.

The next day, early in the morning.

When the sun rose high in the east, illuminating the earth brightly, Hawthorne, who was extremely tired, slowly woke up.

Then, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Die, who had straight, black, and soft long hair, lying in the same bed with him. Her face was peaceful and serene, and she was obviously still in a sweet dream.

She was the only one in the huge dormitory, and the rest of the witches had long since disappeared. Realizing their intentions, Hawthorne couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly.

Obviously, this was a deliberate arrangement by Heidi and the others, so that he could get hold of Die's body and mind as soon as possible after getting up in the morning.

Alas, they have worked so hard.

Thinking this way, but seeing Die sleeping soundly, he couldn't bear to disturb her for a moment. So he adjusted his lying position first, then opened the system to check what he had gained last night.

Remaining purification points: 4829

When he saw the number, his eyebrows raised.

Wow, Die actually gave so much?

He had more than 3,600 points left before, and he spent 1,800 on upgrading, and now he has 4,800 points, so this breath is...

Two thousand nine hundred and fifty purification points?

Nearly three thousand, a little more than the number of Purification Uta and Cuibisi combined!

Hiss... How strong should her true strength be when she is at her peak?

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Fortunately, Die was already unconscious at the time. She didn't practice her spellcasting ability, but developed a cult. She also gave each cult member a spellcasting ability. In half a month, she created a total of 40 to 50 spellcasters...

Once the strength is dispersed, it will be easy to be defeated one by one.

Moreover, even so, he relied on Die's vague impression of Heidi and Jutta to deceive her last night, so he was able to purify her almost at no cost, causing her to lose most of her power, and even killed her eight personal guards with spells in a rage.

If it weren't for this, it would be hard to say who won or lost last night...

But fortunately, no matter how many twists and turns there are, I still have the last laugh!

Hawthorne couldn't help but feel secretly relieved, and then he looked at his harvest with great joy.

Ah, more than 4,000 purification points, it is enough for me... enough for me... uh...

It takes 1,000 points to upgrade the monastery to level 2, and 3,800 points to upgrade from level 4 to level 5...

Well, it's not enough to spend.

After doing a quick calculation, he felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him and his face instantly fell.

Level five is a watershed, so the number of purification points required to upgrade from level four to level five is far more than the sum of all previous levels.

等升

After reaching level 5, spellcasters began to truly master some powerful spells, which completely distinguished them from ordinary people: for example, the fireball spell with an explosion radius of 25 meters, which could instantly destroy a large house, the acceleration spell that could make a person's speed quadruple, or slow down to a quarter of the original speed...

In addition, those non-spellcasting professions will also obtain the core abilities of their own professions one by one, and their combat effectiveness will more than double.

Forget it, it seems that level 5 is not that easy to reach.

He sighed and gave up the idea for the time being. After all, after raising the monastery to level 2, he would definitely prioritize level 2 monastery buildings. If he did that, the purification points for the upgrade would not be enough.

Alas, to purify a powerful witch like Die, the purification points given are less than 3,000 points. How can this be enough?

Forget it, I won't complain anymore. I'll just wait until the next Witch Night. The six witches I've purified should be able to provide me with a large amount of purification points, right?

Hiss, if this is the case, my battle line will be stretched very long...

He thought so, looking at the purification points in front of him, and he didn't spend them immediately. At this moment, there was a tremor beside him. Hawthorne turned his head and saw Die open her big black eyes, looking at the ceiling with confusion.

Hawthorne then smiled and said, "Good morning, Die."

"Good morning, Master." Die responded subconsciously, with a soft voice. Then, recalling what she had done last night, she suddenly looked flustered: "Master, I..."

As she said this, she was about to get up and kowtow to him to apologize, just like Jutta did last time. So the blanket that had been neatly covering her body was slightly lifted, revealing a large area of ​​beautiful naked skin underneath, her white and tender breasts swaying slightly, her flat belly in full view, and even the mysterious parts below were all vaguely visible in Hawthorne's sight.

Hawthorne stretched out a finger, pressed it on her lips, and whispered, "It's okay, it's all in the past. You are now reborn, and you are completely different from the original you. Naturally, you don't have to inherit the sins of the past."

Die then looked at him pitifully, with tears in her eyes. After a while, she nodded slightly and said with tears in her eyes, "Yes."

But when she lowered her head, she found that she was now naked, and was in the same bed with Hawthorne - the latter was naturally naked, and even because he had just woken up in the morning, he had a natural physiological reaction. Because she opened the quilt, everything was exposed in front of her...

"what--!"

The girl's shy voice was so pleasant to the ear that Die quickly shrank back and wrapped herself in the quilt. Her pretty face flushed, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye: "Master..."

Compared to Heidi's plumpness, Jutta's petiteness and Tribis's charm, Die's figure does not seem to have many characteristics: her body always has obvious lines, but her chest, waist, hips and legs are all the perfect average between plumpness and slenderness, so she does not seem to have many characteristics.

However, she has long, smooth black hair and a calm and gentle face, and she naturally possesses a kind of gentleness that only ladies from noble families possess: it has nothing to do with how much desire there is, people are fascinated by her simply because of her "beauty".

But at this moment, she was wrapping herself in the quilt, shyly covering her delicate body. This frightened expression made Hawthorne couldn't help laughing.

He reached out his hand and gently pinched her little nose, then smiled and said, "The sun is high in the sky, hurry up and get up."

As he said that, he got out of bed first, naked, not feeling embarrassed at all, and changed his clothes in front of Die.

As the saying goes, when you are well fed and warm, you will think about sex. He worked hard all night last night and slept so late today. He was already very hungry, so he had no desire for sex at all. All he wanted to do was to have a good meal first!

Chapter 101: Butterfly in the Vacuum

Outside the dormitory window, the three witches, Heidi, Jutta and Cuibis, were hiding quietly, eavesdropping on the sounds inside, but there was no sound coming from inside.

They suddenly became anxious, but they did not dare to move too much for fear of disturbing the people inside.

"Why hasn't it started yet?" Cui Bisi, who was the most impatient, couldn't help but ask, "At this time, the master and Die should be up, right?"

"Given the master's personality, he should immediately turn over, press Butterfly under him, and then thrust hard into her."

As she said this, she recalled the crisp sound of water splashing and flesh colliding every time she had a party. Even through a window, it should be clearly audible!

Yuta frowned slightly and tried to explain: "The master should have woken up, but Die consumed a lot of energy last night, so she is likely still asleep."

Last night, after destroying the two statues and the cultists, Yuta, despite the debuff of the slow spell, stabbed Die several times, seriously injuring her.

If not, Hawthorne would not have been able to purify the butterfly so easily later.

On the side, Heidi couldn't help but smile: "We are already bored enough eavesdropping on the wall, so stop complaining."

She was very patient and her expression was very calm. Cuibisi's face was still anxious, and she couldn't help but want to hear the good show.

"Hey, you two, what position will the master and Die use for the first time?" She suddenly became interested and took the initiative to suggest, "How about

Want to make a bet, take a guess?"

Suddenly, Yuta showed hesitation, and recalled the various postures she had been put in in front of the sisters, and her cheeks suddenly felt hot: "Why do we have to guess about this kind of thing..."

"It all depends on how well we understand the master's interests!" Cuibisi said, and then she couldn't wait to start, "I'll go first. Based on my understanding of the master, I guess he should hold Die's hips and thighs from the front, and then let her slowly fall on him..."

As she said this, her face turned slightly red, and she couldn't help but recall her first night with Hawthorne.

That night, she slowly fell on his body in this position of holding him face to face, and became one with him.

Seeing this, Yuta no longer refused. After thinking for a while, he whispered, "I guess, I should let Die use her fingers to make herself come first... and then the master will throw her on the bed and come from the front..."

The more she spoke, the softer her voice became, and finally she could not continue speaking at all. Her face turned red, as if blood was dripping from it.

Her first time was like this. The more she talked about it, the more she couldn't help but recall the scene. Her legs slightly clamped together and her body was already a little wet.

"What do you think, Heidi?" Cuibisi turned her head and looked at the Deep Sea Witch with a provocative look. "If you lose, it means that you, a witch who has followed the master for so long, don't understand the master as well as I do."

Her eyes were burning, and it was obvious that her real intention behind this bet was not only to entertain, but also to challenge Heidi's position as the leader!

She wanted to prove that she was the one who was most compatible with Hawthorne!

In response, Heidi smiled and said, "I think it should be from the back."

Recalling the countless times, whether in the dormitory, study or kitchen, Hawthorne caressed her plump buttocks and rammed her hard from behind, her body suddenly trembled slightly and showed signs of wetness.

"Well, okay, I've got it all!" Cuibisi's eyes flickered, and she was eager to try. "Later, it will be the time to witness the answer. Whoever guesses correctly will know the master best..."

crunch--

With a slight sound, the door of the dormitory room was pushed open. Hawthorne, who was dressed neatly, walked towards the kitchen with Die, who was dressed as a nun.

Immediately, the three witches were stunned: "Ah?"

"They...didn't do it?"

"Master... actually let Die go?"

"No way?!"

A strong sense of frustration surged in her heart, and Cuibisi sighed: "It seems that we all still... don't understand the master well enough!"

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