Witch Monastery

With this emotion, she carried her crocodile-skin bag and walked quickly and lightly towards the monastery.

Today she was still wearing a beautiful milky white casual outfit decorated with pearls. Her rosy face was filled with joy, and her golden eyelashes reflected the sun's rays. She was not wearing any makeup, but just walking on the street like this attracted countless people's envious or admiring gazes.

But Annuo subconsciously ignored all of this. At this moment, the only figure in her heart was the figure of her beloved.

Chapter 173 Milk Humiliation

In the monastery, in the study.

Hawthorne sat dignifiedly in the chair, closed his eyes, and carefully felt the flow of magic.

Behind her, Die stood there, pressing her two middle fingers on his temples, also with her eyes closed, transmitting the knowledge in her mind that was inconvenient to express directly into his mind, allowing him to understand it.

After a long time, as the second hand of the clock on the wall pointed to the highest point of twelve, Die stopped transmitting magic power. The two opened their eyes at the same time and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, it's time to rest.

This was the study plan Hawthorne had set for himself. He would take a 10-minute break in between every 45 minutes of comprehension. This was basically a copy of the arrangement of his previous life's classes, which would also help him get back into the state of study.

"Drink some water and take a rest, Master." Die said softly, then walked aside, picked up the porcelain teapot that had been placed on the desk, and poured him a cup of refreshing hot tea. After returning to her peak state, and even further improving her strength, Die's energy and magic power were far beyond what Uta could compare to. Therefore, even if she maintained the transmission to Hawthorne for a long time, her consumption could only be said to be a drop in the bucket.

Hawthorne stood up, stretched, let out a long breath, and nodded: "Yeah."

Although the learning process was very tiring, fortunately the effect was obvious. He probably had an idea in his mind. If everything went well, he only needed to train for another half a month before he could master the magic power of Painful Magic Explosion.

At this moment, a mosquito landed on his ear, and Andrei's clear voice rang out: "Master, Miss Annuo is here."

Hearing this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his original study plan was immediately thrown to the back of his mind. He turned around and walked to Die's side, hugged her soft body, kissed her gently on the forehead, and said, "Cancel the rest of the study plan for today, dear, you go check on Lisa's study situation over there, I'll go greet our guests."

"Thank you, dear."

Having said that, he kissed her on the cheek again. Without any delay, Hawthorne turned around, pushed the door open, walked out, crossed the garden, and ran straight to the door.

In the study room at the back, Die looked at his back with a hint of helplessness in her eyes: "Master..."

"Alas, it seems that if Cuibisi and the others continue to obstruct us, the master will probably be unhappy..."

As the witch with the most knowledge, Die not only understands magical knowledge, but also has some knowledge of people's various emotional fluctuations and states.

Therefore, she could clearly judge Hawthorne's current mental state, but unfortunately, her voice had not yet been conveyed to Cuibis for the time being.

At this time, at the gate of the monastery, Cuibisi, who was just about to go out, and Annuo, who happened to arrive here, were both standing here, confronting each other.

Oh, to be exact, it should be only Cuibis who showed her edge. Annuo had a gentle smile on his face, showing a hundred kindnesses to this nun: "Good morning, Sister Cuibis, are you going out so early?"

Cuibisi stared at him with her pair of yellow eyes, and there was a dangerous light flashing in her dark vertical pupils, like a cold and poisonous snake staring at its prey.

The corners of her thin mouth curled up into a mocking smile, and then she said to An Nuo sarcastically: "Yes, after all, our poor little monastery has nothing to worry about.

To accumulate, everyone must work hard every day to barely make ends meet."

"Unlike those young ladies of noble birth, who have nothing to do all day, they can run far away from home early in the morning and seduce other people's men to play with."

She mocked like this, however, she only knew that Annuo's family background was extraordinary, but she didn't know that as a member of the Gray Hand, she was actually very busy on weekdays.

Whether it is training, investigation, inspection, recruiting... In short, in order to maintain the safety of the city, she is busy all the time.

Just like today, she specially completed her task in advance and barely managed to get this day off, then used her salary to buy gifts, and finally came to the monastery to chat with Hawthorne.

Therefore, An Nuo did not understand Cuibisi's ridicule at all. On the contrary, her simple mind was thinking about something else.

Considering how hard the daily lives of these nuns who had lost the guidance of God were, yet they still insisted on helping the poor, Annuo's face immediately showed sympathy: "It's really hard... But according to your suggestion last time, I brought some gifts to Father Hawthorne... and the nuns. I hope you can accept them."

Upon hearing this, Cuibisi was stunned: "My... suggestion?"

"Yes, that's your suggestion!" An Nuo had a sweet smile on his face. "Didn't you say that Father Hawthorne's training was very hard? So I brought him... and everyone else, some nourishing food."

As she said this, she reached into her bulging crocodile leather bag and pulled out a huge cylindrical glass bottle filled with raw milk.

She then handed it to Cuibisi and said, "For example, this one, I think it should be very suitable. Look, this is the milk produced in the Wilderness Area. The production is very small, but the taste is very rich. It should suit your taste, Miss Cuibisi!"

Her smile was innocent and her attitude was sincere. However, when Cuibis glanced at her high and full breasts, she looked down at her own chest which was ordinary in comparison. Then she thought of the knowledge that Heidi had told her that "drinking milk can make your breasts bigger", her eyebrows immediately raised!

This damn woman actually used her body to humiliate me!

Bastard, I didn't expect that beneath her seemingly innocent face, she actually hid such a vicious heart!

It really pisses me off!

Cuibisi gritted her teeth in hatred, and felt like her lungs were about to explode. Although Annuo's smile was sunny and sincere, she was sure that it was a naked mockery of her: because if she had such a proud figure and her opponent was so poor, then she would definitely humiliate the other party like this!

She gritted her teeth and her brain worked rapidly, trying to think of a sentence or two to refute the woman.

However, she did not have the chance to fight back immediately. Then, the gate of the monastery behind her opened again, and Hawthorne, who was running over hurriedly, stuck his head out and looked at the Paladin girl in front of him with the same surprise: "Long time no see, Miss Annuo."

Chapter 174 Holding Hands

Then, Hawthorne also noticed that Cuibisi, who looked angry, was standing aside: "Cuibisi, you are here too?"

He thought she would go out to the slums early in the morning to discuss new land acquisition with nearby residents. After all, if the monastery wanted to upgrade again, it would require a total area of ​​100,000 square meters, which could not be completed overnight.

I didn't expect that she hadn't left yet and ran into An Nuo here.

Cuibisi gritted her teeth, looked at him a little aggrieved, then looked at An Nuo, knowing that she had no chance to fight back today, so she turned her head away: "I was just about to leave, I was just chatting with the guests just now."

"Father, Miss Anno is now in your care."

After saying this, she walked angrily towards the slums in the distance.

An Nuo didn't understand what was going on. She had never understood Cuibis' emotions from the beginning to the end, so she ignored her at this moment.

She blinked her beautiful eyes, and all her attention was on Hawthorne. The corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up into a smile: "Long time no see, Father Hawthorne."

As she said this, she was startled: "Father, where are your eyebrows and hair?"

Hawthorne was immediately embarrassed. It had only been a few days, and his hair and eyebrows hadn't grown out yet. "Uh... there was a small accident, and I got burned. But it's okay, you see, it will grow out soon."

As he said this, he lifted his square hat slightly and lowered his head for her to take a look. As expected, a small layer of long white hair had grown there, and it would probably return to normal in a few days.

At the same time, he couldn't help but secretly complain, how could someone who knew him before notice his hair problem?

An Nuo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, she almost thought that Huo Sang had some family hereditary symptoms and would automatically change his hairstyle when he reached a certain age...

Fortunately, fortunately, if it’s just like this, there is still hope.

"It just so happens that I brought a lot of nourishing things this time, which should help hair growth." She continued, and then handed her purse forward, "I think they all taste very good, Father, take a look, is there anything you like?"

Hawthorne put down his hat, took a look, and then chuckled: "Thank you, I like them all."

As he said this, he stretched out

When they handed the bag over, their fingers inevitably touched each other. It was just a normal contact, but An Nuo's palms were hot and covered with sweat.

"Come in." Without the usual courtesy, Hawthorne immediately invited her into the monastery. Annuo naturally would not refuse and stepped into the door. So after Hawthorne closed the door, he naturally held her delicate hand.

This was his test, and it was obvious that the body of the paladin, who was also just a girl, trembled slightly. But she did not flee, and grabbed his hand with her backhand.

She was a little shy at first, but then she thought, they had even held hands last time, so what was this little thing?

But in this way, feeling the warmth from his palm, she couldn't help but lower her head even lower, her cheeks flushed with a lovely blush, and even her jade-like slender neck gradually showed a hint of redness.

Hawthorne tilted his head slightly and looked at her cheek. Under the sunlight, Annuo's ears were as transparent as jelly, tempting and delicious. On her delicate and rosy cheeks, the fine hairs were clearly visible.

He couldn't help but move his head closer, and he could almost smell the faint fragrance between her hair. Although she didn't wear heavy makeup, it was obvious that she had dressed up carefully before coming here today.

Sensing his approach, An Nuo suddenly became more nervous. Noticing her emotions, Hawthorne smiled and took the initiative to start a conversation: "How are you these days? Is your work going well?"

An Nuo nodded gently: "Well, it went smoothly..."

The two held hands and strolled through the monastery covered with yellow leaves, telling each other about their lives. Of course, it was mainly Anno who was talking and Hawthorne who was listening, occasionally echoing a sentence or two or raising his own questions.

After all, apart from those things that he had no way of telling her, his life was really monotonous, and there wasn't much to share. He could only use some jokes or complaints to fill the gaps between conversations.

The two walked and talked quietly. In the dark, there were also tiny mosquitoes watching their movements and broadcasting their progress to other nuns in real time, making the witches who were secretly peeping either silently sad, or gnashing their teeth, or feeling happy...

Finally, the two of them were almost tired of walking, so they stopped beside a tree. Hawthorne leaned against the tree trunk, and Annuo leaned on his shoulder, squinting his eyes slightly, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the smell of the person he loved, and felt his mind empty, not wanting to think about anything.

Holding her hand, Hawthorne hesitated in his heart, weighing whether it would be the right choice to hold her in his arms right now...

"Good afternoon, Mr. Father!"

Just as he was about to take action, suddenly, a clear child's voice came from behind. An Nuo subconsciously let go of his hand, and then they both turned their heads and looked behind, the former with panic in his eyes, and the latter with resentment in his eyes.

In the direction of the study, little Lisa, who had just finished her morning homework, was carrying her small coarse cloth schoolbag and waving to him and saying hello.

At the same time, the mosquito beside his ear immediately said, "Master, it wasn't me!"

This is just an attempt to cover up something and it only makes it more obvious.

Hawthorne's face was full of resentment, but he didn't blame her. He put on a smile again and said to her, "Good afternoon, little Lisa!"

Over there, Lisa's black eyes rolled around, and then she looked at An Nuo: "Father, who is she?"

"Oh, she is Anno Amkasla, a paladin." Hawthorne introduced, and little Lisa greeted Anno politely, then said goodbye to her and went home to find her mother.

She had to go quickly, and left quickly. However, this completely destroyed the good atmosphere just now. At least today, he could no longer try to hug this girl.

Looking at Lisa's receding back, Anno looked a little confused: "Who is she? Why is she living in a monastery?"

"Oh, it's a long story," Hawthorne said. "Anyway, she and her mother were targeted by human traffickers, so I let them hide in the monastery for a few days."

He then told her the whole story in detail, omitting of course the role played by Celine. An Nuo frowned as he listened, thinking that the crackdown on slum criminals might need to go further.

She looked up at the sky, some regret appeared on her face, and said, "Oh, I should go."

"Oh, by the way, Father." After a pause, she suddenly spoke again. At this point, her expression was a little gloomy: "In the future, I may not be able to come to see you again for a long time."

She was no longer pretending. The previous times she always said it was just routine business, but now she just said she was there to see him.

Hawthorne was stunned: "Oh? What's wrong?"

Chapter 175 Temporary separation

"It's like this. Our organization... has a long-term mission." An Nuo bit his lower lip, lowered his head, and sniffed his delicate little nose. "It's... already autumn. The mountain people in the rubble area may take advantage of the autumn harvest to come down the mountain to plunder and attack caravans or farmers, so we have to make special preparations for this."

"So I may have to stay in the rubble zone until winter, and won't be able to come visit you freely like I do now."

She said this, her tone becoming more and more embarrassed

Hearing this, Hawthorne frowned and looked vague.

As a Paladin, Annuo was not a good liar. At least based on her uneasy movements and poor excuses, Hawthorne could clearly tell that she was lying.

What a joke! Mountain folks always plunder, and Port Liberle is not an agricultural city. How could the Black Rod Tower transfer its secretly established Grey Hand troops to protect farmland?

ridiculous!

The Black Rod Tower has had only one mission since the city was founded, and that is to protect the safety of Liberl Port!

Unless they judge that something major has happened in the rubble area that is threatening the survival of the entire port, they will never send a member there!

So…what happened in the rubble area?

Considering that the Abyss Lord who bestowed chaos energy upon Celine was also hiding in the rubble area at this moment, Hawthorne couldn't help but come up with a bold guess.

An Nuo, could it be that she was sent to deal with the demons that might appear there?

The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed. After all, apart from a powerful lord of the abyss, who else could threaten the safety of the entire port?

This……

He couldn't help biting his lip slightly, worrying about the girl from the bottom of his heart.

After all, the Paladins are the nemesis of all evil demons, but this also means that the evil demons will hate them to the core and will do whatever it takes to eliminate them first...

Oh my god, I got even more worried when I thought about this!

"Wait a moment, Miss Annuo, I have something to give you." He said, then turned and rushed into the study.

An Nuo was confused, and after a while, he saw Huo Sang walk out of the room again, holding two books in his hands: "Take them, these two books are magical artifacts, and they can automatically restore one charge every day. Use them, and you can use Burning Hands once a day, and Thunder Wave once a day."

"Of course, you can also infuse your own divine power into them and use these two spells again. You should know the specific usage methods."

As he said this, he stuffed two books into her hands: "Take them and come back safely."

Today, Hawthorne no longer needs these two basic introductory magic books, nor the spells recorded in them. Each witch has an AOE attack ability far stronger than the Burning Hand, and he himself now has the Blade Magic Contract and no longer needs the self-defense ability of Thunder Wave.

But these two spells are very useful after all, so it is most appropriate to give them to Paladins who lack AOE capabilities.

Hearing this, Annuo's expression suddenly changed. Knowing the price of this magic item, she immediately pushed her hand back and said, "No, Father, these two books are too expensive, I can't accept it..."

"Who said I was going to give it to you!" Hawthorne chuckled. "I'm lending it to you. I'm not going to fight in the rubble area, and there's no point in keeping these two books. They should be in your hands and play a greater role!"

"Take good care of them. They are very expensive. If I find that they are damaged when I come back, I want you to pay double the compensation!"

He smiled as he firmly pressed two books into her hands.

At this point, An Nuo had no reason to refuse. Knowing that this was a token of his love, she did not refuse: "Well... OK. Then I will keep them well, and when I return from this mission, I will return them all to you."