Witch Monastery

"Yeah." Hawthorne nodded gently, "I'll wait for you to come back!"

An Nuo raised her head slightly and looked at his fair and delicate face and pure and sincere eyes. Her heart began to beat uncontrollably. Suddenly, she made up her mind, stretched out her arms and hugged his body.

Hawthorne also jumped, and felt a pair of full and elastic soft breasts in front of him, and at the same time, a kind of alluring fragrance came to his nose. He subconsciously wanted to hug the girl, but unfortunately the hug was only for a moment. The next moment, An Nuo turned around quickly and rushed out of the monastery as if escaping: "Goodbye!"

Looking at her embarrassed back, Hawthorne was stunned for a few seconds, then he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

A graceful figure came over from the slums, swaying her slender waist like a willow in the wind. It was Cuibisi who came back from purchasing the land.

She also saw An Nuo's back as he left. Seeing that her master was still facing the direction the woman had left, she couldn't help but feel sad. She walked up and asked sourly, "Does the master like bigger types?"

Hawthorne came back to his senses, pulled her back into the monastery, closed the door, and then hugged her waist and hooked her delicate nose with his hand: "No, you are so cute even if you are petite and delicate!"

Cuibis sniffed her nose, seemingly not believing his words of comfort: "Anno, Porter, and the recent Malena, are all of the older type..."

Three black lines appeared on Hawthorne's forehead: "Uh... Forget about Anno, but Marlena... Our goal is to train little Lisa well, and Marlena is her mother. How could I do something to her mother!"

He shook his head decisively as he said this: "Really, it wasn't easy for her to raise little Lisa with all the hardship she put in. I only have respect for her and absolutely don't have any improper thoughts about her."

Cuibis pouted: "What about Porter?"

Hearing this, Hawthorne was embarrassed: "Porter... To be honest, not only do I have no idea, I even feel a little disgusted with her. You know, she is always so

He is frivolous and thinks teasing me is fun, so it really annoys me..."

As he spoke, his eyes became more sincere: "So, even if she is not only good-looking, but also has a toned and hot body, and her skin is that unique and sexy brown, I don't have any thoughts about her in my heart, understand?"

Cuibisi's expression eased, but then she became a little worried: "Alas, but she always asks for you by name, and we have to make money from her..."

Hearing this, Huo Sang's expression stiffened for a moment, and then he sighed: "Alas, for the sake of business, there is nothing I can do. I will just deal with it..."

"But speaking of which, is the land purchase going smoothly?"

Chapter 176 Money Gap

Hawthorne asked this in the hope of hearing some good news, but unfortunately, Cuibis just shook her head: "Not very optimistic, the panic wave has basically passed, the residents have regained their rationality, and the land price is gradually returning to normal."

"Master, if we continue at this pace, we will still need 80,000 gold coins to buy 100,000 square meters of land..."

Hearing this, Huo Sang couldn't help but look embarrassed: "Eighty thousand gold coins?..."

In fact, not all the land needs to be bought, after all, there are many unowned vacant lots in the slums. But this gap is really huge and it is not something that can be easily filled.

As for Blue Dragon, after all, he has not made any achievements yet, so it is not convenient for him to attract a second wave of investment now...

"Let's adjust our plan and try to get people on Amazon to buy some." He sighed and had to make some adjustments. "It shouldn't be a big problem. It should go smoothly..."

He was still very confident about the house he built. Through Marlena and her daughter, Hawthorne confirmed that outsiders who moved into the dormitory built by the system could also enjoy the benefits of rapid recovery of physical strength and energy, so he was sure that the Amazon women would not be stingy to buy it.

As long as they actually enjoy the benefit.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked towards the bathroom: "Forget it, let's not think about this for now. I'm going to punish Nidalee first and relax first."

Ever since he had beaten the druid to the point of extreme happiness for the first time, Hawthorne would go there again every day, interrogating her in different positions in an attempt to make her reveal her true purpose.

From the current perspective, the progress of this matter is quite good. At least from his observation, Nidalee seems to be enjoying it now.

He could feel that every time he entered the dungeon, the gloom, loneliness, solitude and sorrow that shrouded this woman would quickly disappear.

At this rate, he shouldn't need to do it a few more times before he can make Nidalee completely surrender.

……

a few days later.

"Your house looks pretty solid."

Looking at the bungalow in front of her, which was about 80 square meters, divided into two bedrooms and a living room and had been simply decorated, Gail Porter, a female executive of Amazon, nodded with satisfaction.

It was already autumn, and even the Amazons, who were not afraid of the cold, were wearing blue leather jackets and black trousers.

As if to make up for the lack of charm due to not being able to expose large areas of skin, Porter dressed up specially today, letting her long black and red wavy hair down and putting on bright red lips, looking wild, sexy and powerful.

She then walked to the wall and punched it with her fist. Feeling the house was solid and unmovable, she couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "The quality is really good, and the lighting conditions are also very good... I really don't know how you built it. I didn't even notice it before."

At this moment, her words were all about this house, as if she really came here for this room today, not the delicate priest here.

"As long as you are satisfied, it is our honor."

In the back, Hawthorne had a businesslike smile on his face and did not respond to her questions.

After all, how could he tell her about the existence of the system?

In fact, it was precisely because of the mixed crowds in Nangang District and the existence of Amazonians with their own intelligence agencies that Hawthorne wanted to build some buildings directly if he was a little more arrogant.

Yes, these dormitories can actually be stacked vertically to form skyscrapers, and then sold to Amazon women who have housing needs.

However, considering that a 20-story building suddenly erected in the slums of Nangang District was too shocking and might even be targeted by the Black Rod Tower, Hawthorne finally gave up the idea.

Don’t be in a hurry. Sell the small bungalows first, and then slowly sell the small buildings. Take it step by step. You can’t become rich overnight. Don’t be in a hurry…

He kept a smile on his face as he continued to deal with the female warrior in front of him.

"Very good, then I will buy this house!"

Porter said so, and then he took out a small bag from his waist and took out ten platinum coins from it: "This is the deposit, Father, keep it. I will give you the balance after the contract is officially signed tomorrow."

One platinum coin is worth ten gold coins, which means that 100 gold coins are already in hand at this moment.

Seeing this, Hawthorne was relieved: "Okay, then I'll wait for you tomorrow!"

Thank God, this matter is finally over.

He secretly sighed in his heart. In fact, it was not that he didn't like money, but he really wanted to study, so he wanted to push all these things to Heidi and the others.

There was no way. Every time Porter came, he would ask her by name to come and talk to her in person, otherwise he would not talk.

There was no other way. After all, he had to get her money, so Hawthorne had to interrupt his study plan and come over to accompany her to look at houses.

Fortunately, everything is over now and I can go back to continue my studies.

Hawthorne thought thankfully in his heart, however, would things really go so smoothly?

"By the way, Father," Porter suddenly said, "this should be the first house you sold, right?"

Hawthorne nodded, and then he heard the Amazon woman continue: "Look, I'm the first one to honor you with my business. How about celebrating my new house with you tonight?"

Hearing this, Hawthorne was stunned, and a bad feeling came to his mind: "Uh... No, I have other things to do..."

"Come on!" Porter tugged at his arm, pulled him into his arms, and hugged his shoulders. "Why are you so shy? Let me tell you, it's not just the two of us celebrating tonight. All my subordinates in the company will come to support us, too."

"Just think about it, this is such a great opportunity. You can use this opportunity to promote how great your house is and how affordable and good value it is. I can also support you. Who knows, my sisters might be so happy that they can sell more than ten houses on the spot!"

"You say, isn't this the truth?"

She tempted him with money, and Hawthorne's will began to waver. He really wanted to get closer to his clients, but he always felt that this Amazon woman had bad intentions and was probably trying to distance herself from him...

But her colleague will also come tonight, so as long as he leaves early, there shouldn't be any problem, right?

After all, she couldn't possibly do herself in front of so many people...right?

He was struggling, and then, Porter suddenly leaned over and whispered to his ear. She was much taller than Hawthorne, so now she looked like a hot and strong big sister, intimidating the young little brother: "If you don't come, I will be very sad, and I might even give up this house if I get excited..."

This sentence immediately became the last straw that broke Hawthorne's psychological defense. He gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Okay, I will come over tonight!"

Hearing this, Porter's mouth suddenly curled up into a smug smile: "It's a deal."

She couldn't help swallowing the saliva that was secreted wildly, knowing that she would have a wonderful night tonight.

Chapter 177 Amazon Dinner Party (I)

That night, in Porter's new house.

"To celebrate our new house, everyone, cheers!"

The large living room of the room had been cleared, and a blanket made of woven hay was laid on the floor. In the middle of the blanket was a large copper pot filled with all kinds of meat and seasonings, and charcoal was placed under the pot, cooking the ingredients to create a fragrant aroma.

About five or six tall, beautiful Amazon female warriors with slightly bulging brown muscles sat cross-legged on straw mats around the hot pot. They raised the yellow cylindrical wooden wine glasses in front of them and shouted excitedly, "Cheers! Thank you for the grace of the God of War, who gave me the white lamb!"

Hawthorne was also among them, but with his fair skin, he looked quite out of place among these brown-skinned women.

He was now sitting next to Porter, with the arm of this fit Amazon woman around his shoulders, forcing him to press against her brown skin, and for a moment he even looked somewhat pitiful.

"Hey, Father, drink too!" Seeing that he didn't raise his glass, Potter, who was hugging him, urged him with a little dissatisfaction, "No wine, no happiness. How can you not drink at this time?"

Hawthorne's mouth curled up into a forced smile: "Sorry, due to some religious factors, I..."

Hearing this, Porter raised his eyebrows: "What? The Goddess of Life doesn't allow drinking?"

Hawthorne shook his head quickly: "No, uh... I'm not an adult yet..."

"You can't drink if you're underage? Where did this broken rule come from?"

"Uh……"

Porter immediately hugged his shoulders tightly and said, "Don't worry, the alcohol content of this wine is not high. Believe me, Father, if you don't taste the Amazon woman's craftsmanship and experience the gourmet carnival tonight, you will definitely feel regretful!"

She urged him, then bent down slightly, stretched out her arm, picked up the wine glass in front of him that had already been filled with wine, and forced it into his hand: "Come, shout with us, thank the God of War for his grace, and give me the white lamb!"

Hawthorne could not disobey, but thinking of his own character, he shouted weakly: "Thank the grace of the goddess of life for giving me a white lamb!"

Hearing this, the Amazon women around him burst into laughter, and they were so happy that they couldn't help themselves. Hawthorne didn't understand why, and felt that he was out of place. In order to hide the embarrassment, he had to raise his head and drink the wine in the glass.

He was not particularly familiar with the customs of the Amazon people and did not realize that the "white lamb" they were talking about was not actually the mutton cooked in the copper pot.

But him.

Hawthorne drank the wine and then grew a

His fair face began to turn red. Porter had not lied to him. The alcohol content of this wine was not high, and it tasted really good, very mellow, without the spicy feeling of cutting the throat with a knife, and even had a little sweetness.

It just feels a bit hot...

He thought so in his heart, but did not show it. After putting down the glass, Porter beside him became more enthusiastic, put his arm around his shoulders, and kept chatting about some recent events in the slums, such as which gang had a gunfight again, how many people died, and how boring these guys were.

Huo Sang dealt with them one by one, but secretly complained in his heart, if you hadn't colluded with the Nangang District Government to suppress the local fishermen, this area shouldn't be so poor, and there shouldn't be so many gangsters...

But he didn't say it in the end, after all, he still had to earn their money. But fortunately, this torture didn't last too long, and soon, the copper pot in front of him boiled.

An Amazon woman lifted the lid of the pot, and the tempting aroma of meat wafted out. The women who came to the feast began to eat, scooping food into their own bowls with serving spoons, while Porter loosened his arms around his shoulders and enthusiastically helped him prepare a sauce that the Amazons usually used, with honey as the base, and then began to scoop beef, mutton, fish, bird eggs and other things from the soup pot into the soup bowl in front of him.

Huo Sang picked up the bowl, took a bite, and suddenly looked a little helpless. It's not that he doesn't like eating these things, but the taste is really not to his taste.

He still prefers to order a spicy hot pot, with peanut butter as the main seasoning and some chili and coriander on top.

And when eating this thing, he prefers to use chopsticks instead of spoons and forks...

cough!

"No, no, I really can't eat anymore."

Looking at the bowl full of fish and meat in front of him, Hawthorne made a bitter face and tried to stop Porter from adding more food to him.

In response, the woman rolled her eyes slightly, not listening to the advice at all, and continued to add meat to his bowl with her strong arms. "How can that be possible? How can you eat so little? I remember that you are still growing up, right? Eat more. Some of these ingredients were brought from our hometown. They are all good things. If you eat too little, you may not have enough energy later..."

Her persuasion made Huo Sang confused, wondering what else he could do to consume his physical energy. The others just smiled softly, their eyes rolling, but they kept silent about the matter, looking like they were enjoying a good show.

In this regard, he had no choice but to understand that as a man, if he ate too little, he would be laughed at by those strong women who were mostly warriors, so he had to bite the bullet and continue stuffing meat into his mouth.

As the night deepened, after three rounds of drinking, the whole room became steaming hot with the fire and hot wine. After eating a large amount of meat, Hawthorne felt a little tipsy, as if there was a flame burning in his body. He just wanted to take off his clothes and let go of the heat.

However, considering that there were only ladies in the room except him, it seemed not a good idea to take off clothes rashly, so he had to endure it, until his face turned red and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"it's too hot."

Suddenly, he heard Porter next to him complain, and then he took off his coat on his own initiative.

Chapter 178 Amazon Dinner Party (Part )

Hawthorne took a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye, and then couldn't help staring. At this moment, the upper body of this Amazon woman was only left with a black lace half-cup bra, and her magnificent wheat-colored breasts were exposed in front of him unscrupulously. The deep ravines attracted his sight like a magnet, and he couldn't take his eyes away.

Under such a beautiful view, he ignored her six-pack abs and her toned belly without a trace of fat.

"Ah, it's really hot..."

"Take it off, take it off..."

It wasn't just Portel. After the female executive took off her coat, the remaining Amazon women seemed to have received a signal and began to complain about the stuffiness in the room. Then they took off their coats of various colors one by one, revealing their brown and toned bodies and plump and full breasts. Everyone had only a bra left on their upper body.

The bras were of different styles, but the breasts they contained were all so perfect.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became ambiguous, and Hawthorne was somewhat at fault. His mouth was dry, his heartbeat was accelerated, and under the dual stimulation of alcohol and the beautiful scenery, his body also reacted naturally.

In order to avoid being rash, he leaned forward slightly to hide his embarrassment and said, "How about we open the window to let out the heat?"

"No." Potter reached out and held his arm to stop him. "The aroma of the meat will disappear."

"You should take it off too, Father. It's very hot in this room." She continued to advise him, and as she spoke, she reached out her hand in an impolite manner and was about to take off Hawthorne's priest's coat.