Witch Monastery

In her opinion, the reference table provided by the Adventurer's Guild was quite convincing.

However, she did not continue to argue on this topic. The two of them linked arms and left the dormitory. Next door was the bathroom for washing. While brushing her teeth, Celine suddenly said, "By the way, Master, did you save the little girl named Lisa?"

Hawthorne's mouth was full of foam, so he responded incoherently: "Yeah, what's the matter?"

Hearing this, Celine hesitated for a moment: "Then our monastery might be in some trouble..."

Hawthorne paused: "Why?"

"She is the trade item I promised." Celine frowned, her yellow-green eyes full of worry. "Haidie and the others should have told you about it? She is the Abyss Lord who taught me how to use chaos energy. And as a reward, I promised to offer him some pure souls."

"I originally planned to offer Lisa to him, and I have already told him about this. Now that the master has saved Lisa, the Abyss Lord will definitely think that I tricked him and come to cause trouble for us..."

Chapter 169: Druid in the Dungeon

Hawthorne was stunned. He spat out the foam in his mouth, put down his toothbrush, and then scratched his scalp: "Well... that's indeed a bit troublesome. But we can't hand Lisa over..."

"That Abyss Lord, is he very powerful? Wait, is he in the material world now? The Abyss Lord shouldn't be able to come here so easily, right?"

Abyss Lords are a collective term for the extremely powerful demons that own large territories in the Abyss. However, it is difficult to judge their strength, after all, the gap between them is too big.

The weak ones may only have a small territory, and the challenge level is only eleven or twelve, which can be dealt with by a team of five-level adventurers.

The powerful ones may possess several layers of the abyss at the same time. For example, the most famous Demon Prince, the legendary Abyss Lord, the two-headed baboon Demo Gaogen, has a challenge level of twenty-six, and it takes an eleven-level adventurer team to defeat him.

Of course, all of the above is from Hawthorne's perspective. As for the natives of this world, they generally believe that even the weakest demon lord can only be dealt with by an adventurer team of level 11 or above; and a legendary abyss lord like Demo Gaogen cannot be dealt with unless he is a legendary warrior of level 20 or above.

cough!

However, no matter which kind of lord they are, they are all demons after all, and demons should kill each other in the Abyss and generally will not come to the material world.

Even if there is a summons from the cultists, this is Libel Harbor after all. If a powerful Abyss Lord really descends, the Black Rod Tower will not be able to ignore it.

As for Hawthorne's question, Celine's expression suddenly became a little awkward: "He...should be stronger than me."

"Moreover, he is now in the material world, in the rubble area that you, my master, just visited a few days ago."

As she spoke, the girl looked more and more embarrassed. "What a coincidence. He was summoned to the material world by a demon-worshiping tribe in the Rubble Zone during the last Witch Night when Uta lost control. He has been here ever since."

"I noticed his existence and knew what he wanted, so I made a deal with him in secret... Alas, I even suggested to him that since there were too many legendary masters in Libel Port, it would be best to send agents to investigate first and not expose his tracks to the people here."

Hawthorne was stunned when he heard this: "Ah?!"

Celine nodded seriously: "Yes, it is because it hides in the deep mountains, so it is difficult for the Black Rod Tower to control it."

"Although he doesn't know the location of our monastery yet. But if he doesn't receive the goods I promised, he will definitely investigate me, and sooner or later he will find this place..."

Hearing this, Hawthorne suddenly felt numb.

"This..." He gritted his teeth secretly, "Trouble... You really can't beat him, right?"

Celine nodded slightly, then looked a little embarrassed: "Yes, although its body is bulky and I am confident that I can escape unscathed, but it is almost impossible to destroy it."

"And if he comes to attack the monastery in person, I can only say that I have the confidence to use the power of the domain to repel him, but it is almost impossible to kill him."

"And given its destructive power, it will be enough to cause us heavy losses before that..."

Hearing this, Hawthorne suddenly felt extremely difficult: "This is really..."

I thought that after purifying Celine, I could live a peaceful life for a while. But I didn't expect that there was such a terrible enemy waiting behind.

Shaking his head to clear the troubled emotions in his mind, he then took a deep breath and said, "Forget it, let's not worry about it for now. Since the Abyss Lord deliberately hid in the mountains, it means that he also knows the danger of Libel Port and would not dare to come in easily."

"Let's proceed at our own pace, accumulate strength, and then wait for him to come to us..."

Celine nodded, but even so, Hawthorne still felt a sense of urgency in his heart. Without delay, after washing up, he immediately went to the kitchen to have breakfast.

While having breakfast, a bold association suddenly came to his mind.

Nidalee had tried so hard to get the fragment of the holy sword before, even going so far as to chase it to the monastery. Was this also related to this hidden

What about the demon lord in the mountains?

After all, the greatest value of the holy sword fragments is the sacred energy remaining in it, which can cause fatal damage to all kinds of evil monsters.

hiss……

It seems that there are more valuable things on this druid captive than originally expected.

At this moment, Nidalee was imprisoned in the dungeon under the bathroom. Hawthorne made up his mind that the plan to train this female leopard must be put on the agenda immediately.

……

Nidalee turned into a leopard and ran quickly in the mountains. The breeze blew through the mountains, carrying the fragrance of autumn grass and trees. She enjoyed the feeling of freedom very much. Her body and mind felt extremely happy.

On the hillside ahead stood a tall, slender boy, with his back to her, his white hair draped over his shoulders, exuding an attractive charm. Nidalee felt a flame of desire burning in her body, so she rushed over quickly and pounced on him fiercely -

"oops--"

The boy was thrown to the ground by her. He turned his head in fear, revealing a handsome and familiar face. Nidalee felt extremely satisfied. She then changed back to her original form and quickly stripped off the boy's clothes, revealing the fair and well-proportioned body underneath. Every inch of his skin fascinated her.

Then, she continued to explore downwards, taking off his pants, revealing the majestic weapon underneath. The boy looked a little shy, Nidalee raised a smug smile at the corner of her mouth, teased him gently with her hands for a few times, and then slowly sat down.

"Oh……"

Both of them moaned in satisfaction, and then they hugged each other, kissed each other, rolled on the hillside, and then...

What should be done then?

Then...theoretically, it should be...

Then Nidalee woke up, with endless confusion in her eyes.

Ah, another erotic dream.

Although she didn't mind comforting herself, she was essentially still an inexperienced girl and had no idea what real love between a man and a woman felt like. Therefore, when the critical moment in her dream came, she would face the dilemma of lack of material and had to wake up.

There is nothing anyone can do about this unless someone comes right away to help her catch up on this knowledge.

With an indescribable sense of loss, Nidalee slowly climbed up from the bed and looked around.

I... am still a prisoner.

She was now in a small cell with an area of ​​less than 20 square meters. Three walls of the room were as pale as snow, and the last wall was separated from the corridor outside by an iron fence. There were no windows in the dungeon, only a few oil lamps lit in the corridor, barely illuminating the environment here.

There was only a bed and a toilet in the room, and the sanitation was pretty good. However, such a narrow space was unbearable for the druid who longed for nature and freedom.

She was no longer wearing the two animal-skin bras and hot pants, but a prison uniform with blue and white horizontal stripes. Her long black hair was no longer tied into a ponytail, but cascaded down naturally, making her look less wild and more delicate.

Her sandals had been taken away, so she had to be barefoot all the time. Fortunately, the floor of the cell was covered with hay, so it wasn't too unbearable to walk on it.

Nidalee did not get out of bed immediately. Instead, as usual, the first thing she did after getting up was to sit cross-legged on the bed, close her eyes, and try to sense nature.

But soon, she opened her eyes again, her eyes full of disappointment.

She could not sense the existence of any natural energy, as if this dungeon was a half-plane independent of the material world. Therefore, she could not get any effective information from the natural environment around her, nor could she use natural energy to restore her exhausted spellcasting ability.

what do I do…….

Dark, narrow, cramped, regretful, confused, lonely, lonely, empty...

All of this was tormenting her and made her almost want to cry.

Just then, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

somebody is coming!

End of month summary

Well, the monthly vote count for this book in February was 431, ranking second.

To be honest, this result, well, is both above and below expectations.

What I originally thought was that the first place in January, Blue Dragon, only had 351 monthly votes, so as long as I could get 400, I could secure the first place.

I didn't expect the result to be like this...

But anyway, thank you all for your support over the past month!

For 431 monthly tickets, we will round up to 440.

Then, for the latest chapter, I have already added more chapters for the 390th monthly ticket, and I still owe 400, 410, 420, 430, and 440, which is five chapters.

According to the previous promise, the repayment will be doubled in March, which means ten chapters will be updated.

At the same time, although we did not get first place, the result of 431 votes has exceeded my expectations.

Thank you all. I will also fulfill my promise in March to add ten chapters to the list of the top-ranked candidates at the beginning of the month.

So, that's a total of twenty chapters updated. In March, I will keep updating two chapters a day, and add twenty more chapters!

thanks for your support,

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Thank you everyone!

Chapter 170 Punishing the Druid

Nidalee immediately became alert, stood up and looked outside, taking a defensive posture. Then she saw a tall and slender male figure gradually walking towards her at the end of the dim corridor.

Of course, this height is relative to Nidalee.

The figure looked a little strange, because he was wearing a priest's uniform and a square hat. Nidalee frowned slightly, and only recognized his identity when he came closer and saw his face clearly.

It's Hawthorne.

On that delicate and somewhat childish face was a smile that Nidalee was familiar with. She couldn't help but feel a little dazed for a moment, and the next moment, she suddenly realized that the boy she had thrown to the ground, had his clothes roughly ripped off, and rolled around in the mountains in her dream last night was the man in front of her!

Realizing this, she couldn't help but feel annoyed and secretly cursed herself for being so useless as to have such a wet dream about him!

He is his own enemy!

Although this guy is really good-looking, his face is indeed delicate, and his long white hair is really... uh...

"Where's your hair?"

As soon as they met, she took the initiative to ask a very fatal question.

Huo Sang, who had just walked to the iron railing, could not help but pause when he heard this. He then said helplessly, "Sister, weren't you also there that night? How come you didn't see my hair being burned by the flames?"

These words immediately awakened the memory that Nidalee didn't want to recall, that nightmare-like night.

That night, she saw with her own eyes those beautiful naked nuns, each of whom was covered in dark fog and purple lightning. Then they transformed into huge monsters that were countless times more hideous and terrifying than demons, roaring and attacking a crystal man...

"what--!"

Recalling the scene of that night, Nidalee suddenly covered her head with her hands, screamed, her pupils shrank, and her expression became extremely terrified: "They are all witches...you too, you are the master of those witches, you are a demon!"

As she said this, she stepped back and sat back on the bed, then leaned against the wall and looked at Hawthorne with fear in her eyes: "Don't come over here--!"

Hawthorne sighed and raised his hand, and the two iron bars of the cell automatically moved left and right, making way for him. "I think there is a problem with your understanding of the whole thing. Yes, Cuibisi and the others transformed into horrible monsters, but that was just their fighting posture."

"Is this kind of thing so important? Did they hurt you? Did they suck your soul? Think carefully, we didn't provoke you at all. Instead, you took the initiative to attack us and Yuta every time. When you failed to rob her spoils, you chased us to our house to steal, right?"

As he said this, he walked into the cell: "So, we are the good guys, and you are the bad guy who caused all these bad consequences!"

Nidalee was speechless for a moment. What Hawthorne said was indeed an objective fact, and she had no way to refute it. But even so, the horrific scene she saw that night had been deeply imprinted in her heart, becoming an indelible psychological shadow.

So at this moment, there was no way she could change her attitude.

However, Hawthorne didn't plan to continue talking nonsense with her. Seeing the girl shrinking to the corner of the bed, hugging her knees and looking at him fearfully, he sat down at the end of the bed and said seriously: "I have a question for you, Nidalee, what is your purpose in wanting the holy sword fragment? Have you got into any trouble?"

He thought that the Mountain Riders had also encountered demons, but unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Nidalee's pupils shrank slightly, thinking that he had learned some rumors about his own tribe.

No, we can’t let him know about Tulong!

So, she shook her head frantically and said, "I don't know. The leader of our tribe asked me to get this thing. As for his purpose, I am not qualified to contact..."

She looked pitiful, but Hawthorne's eyes were dim.

She is lying.

It is not just her appearance and demeanor that can be used to make the judgment, but more importantly, the architecture here also has a positive effect.

Don't forget, this building is called the dungeon, which is used to detain prisoners of the monastery. It can naturally recognize the psychological state of the prisoners when they speak, and then give Hawthorne, the master, sufficient feedback.

Now, this building has been directly upgraded to level two, so it is naturally easy to see through Nidalee's little tricks.

"I can give you another chance, Nidalee." Suppressing his anger, Hawthorne tried to solve the problem peacefully. "I have no ill intentions, otherwise you would have died long ago. Let me ask you, what is your purpose in wanting the fragment of the holy sword?"

Nidalee gritted her teeth secretly, thinking of the sacrifices made by her elders for the survival of the tribe. She suddenly felt a sense of self-sacrifice in her heart, so she said to Hawthorne in a very firm tone: "I don't know!"

Hawthorne nodded, then sighed softly: "Very good, then you asked for it."

Nidalee felt a sense of fear in her heart, but she had no chance to regret.

As soon as Sang raised his hand, four thick hemp ropes suddenly stretched out from the wall next to him, tied up the druid's wrists and ankles, and then stretched them savagely.