Witch Monastery

Under the strongest Celine,

It is Die, who has mastered a lot of knowledge, and Cuibis, who is the one that Celine trusts and favors the most.

The former should have a higher status. After all, Die is not only powerful, but Celine also needs her knowledge for guidance many times.

It's just because of her amnesia that she needs to be taken care of by other witches, so normally, Die's status may be slightly lower than Cuibis's.

But in short, these two witches are about the same level.

Further down are Jutta and Heidi, who have basically secured their positions thanks to their own strong strength and versatile abilities.

At the bottom of the list were Ekta and Andre. Because they were too weak and their types were not particularly unique, they had almost no status to speak of.

But now, after being purified by Hawthorne, the class situation has undergone some subtle changes.

Because they were purified earlier, the status of Heidi and Jutta has skyrocketed, especially the former, who now looks like a leader; on the other hand, Celine, who was purified the latest, has undoubtedly seen a decline in her voice.

After all, for them now, Hawthorne's emotional bias is the most important factor affecting their status. The status relationship between the five witches needs to be reshuffled, and the new class status has not yet been truly formed...

But no matter how you look at it, this is an invisible competition between powerful witches. The weakest Ekta and Andre are still at the bottom of the class.

If the two of them dared to overstep their authority in the slightest, no matter whether they were right or wrong, they would immediately be met with instinctive opposition from the other witches.

Oh, except for Celine, the witch who once was at the pinnacle of power in the monastery, but now she is the one who least minds this usurpation of power.

"Actually, I think what happened tonight might not be a bad thing."

After Ekta finished speaking, Xilin spoke up: "Sisters, we are witches after all. Although we have made up for the shortcomings of our souls and bodies, we are still unable to give birth to offspring for our master."

"If the master wants to reproduce his bloodline, he can only have sex with mortal women, right?"

"And currently, it seems that the bodies of these Amazon women are all very healthy and strong, and they only have admiration for their masters, without any ill will. They can be said to be very high-quality mothers."

As she said this, she couldn't help but reveal a smile from the bottom of her heart: "Sisters, don't you want to hold the master's child as soon as possible?"

This is her opinion, and she sincerely believes it. And beside her, Cuibisi wanted to say something else, but she was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and swallowed back all the words she had just prepared, and decided to support the decision of the great witch: "Indeed, according to human conventions, the master should have offspring at this age."

Celine nodded, then looked at the other sisters, hoping to get their recognition and support.

In the past, once she spoke, it was basically the final word. Even if the other witches had opinions, they could only keep them to themselves and do everything according to her wishes.

But now, things are different.

"I don't think so."

Heidi raised her head, her blue eyes looking at Celine calmly, as if she was not deliberately challenging the authority of the witch: "Amazon women are extremely promiscuous and have no restraint. And if they give birth to a girl, they will keep it for themselves and will not give it back to the man."

"So, although these women are beautiful and strong, they are definitely not qualified and good mothers."

Having said this, she turned her gaze to Jutta and said, "No matter which Amazon woman we are compared with, we have better choices."

"For example, Miss Anno, who has been visiting the master recently, is not only of noble birth, but also of clean conduct. We should find a mother with a cleaner background for the master's child, rather than a group of self-centered and barbaric female pirates."

Hearing this, Cuibisi raised her eyebrows. She had just been severely ridiculed by Annuo a few days ago - although that was all in her imagination - and had a very bad impression of this female knight, so when Heidi mentioned it, she couldn't help but get angry.

Being stared at by Heidi, Jutta quickly recalled the process of selecting a princess in the country that chopped off the heads of sixteen kings in a row, and then nodded slightly: "Indeed, the Amazons are not suitable."

The two sides immediately formed a two-on-two confrontation, and the atmosphere seemed a bit tense. Ekta, who was hiding in the back, was trembling. Fortunately, because she had no say, no one could come and force her to take sides.

But then, all the witches looked at the last witch who had the right to speak but had not yet spoken: "Die, what is your opinion?"

At this moment, the vote of this most knowledgeable witch will determine the course of action tonight.

Die, who had been waiting for a long time, finally stood up at this moment, walked to the center of the witches, and straightened her chest: "I think we need more information to make the most correct decision tonight."

She immediately became the focus of the crowd, and then began to arrange their actions: "Andreni, take a close look at the bird eggs that the Amazon people eat. See if there is a rose-like red thread in the egg yolk?"

Andreni, who was trembling with fear because of the witches' impending quarrel, finally dared to speak again: "Yes, but I feel that is more

Like the color of blood..."

"Okay, that's fine." Die nodded slightly, then looked around, "Everyone can relax now. Their dinner tonight is all special tonics made by the Amazon tribe. Normally, only men who are widely recognized are qualified to taste it."

"And their effect, in simple terms, is that they can permanently enhance the fertility of the person who consumes them, thereby enabling the man to impregnate more Amazon women and give birth to more high-quality offspring."

This made Die smile as if she was the supreme leader of the monastery. She decided, "So, let them go. Tonight's event is also a rare good thing for the master!"

Chapter 181 After the Carnival

The next day, early in the morning.

Hawthorne woke up from his deep sleep when he felt a gentle kiss on his mouth. Before he opened his eyes, he heard a pleasant female voice with a satisfied mood: "Good morning, dear Father Hawthorne."

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the mess in the room.

The naked Amazon women slept in a mess on the straw mats, their exposed brown bodies covered with traces of various liquid residues.

All of this shows how unbridled and crazy last night's revelry was.

They didn't even cover themselves with a single blanket, relying on their well-trained physiques that were far superior to those of ordinary people, and at this moment they were not afraid of catching a cold at all.

However, these were not the source of the sound. Hawthorne turned his head and saw that Potter, who had woken up, was staring at him.

She has now put on her clothes again, with a gentle smile on her lips, as if she is really a gentle and virtuous wife, waiting for her husband to get up.

However, Hawthorne still remembered the scene of her squeezing him like crazy last night. He immediately shook his head repeatedly: "No more, there really is not a drop left!"

Last night, after Portel had his fill, these Amazons immediately took turns again. Each of them squeezed him hard at least once before falling into a deep sleep with satisfaction.

Unlike Porter, who actually had very poor skills, the remaining few were quite experienced. Hawthorne felt that he was all dead in the end, but he didn't know what these women had added to the meat last night. In short, until the last Amazon woman fell, he was still vigorous and stood tall.

This scene was nothing at the time, but now when he recalled it, he suddenly felt a little scared. So when he saw the smile on Porter's face again, his first reaction was of course to refuse.

Seeing his frightened look, Porter tilted his head slightly: "Really? Let me see..."

As she spoke, she reached under Hawthorne's body and gently touched it twice. Then the sleeping dragon woke up immediately and pointed angrily at the cheek of the woman who dared to provoke it.

Hawthorne couldn't help but hold his forehead slightly, while Porter chuckled smugly: "You're still quite energetic!"

However, having said that, she did not continue to oppress him, but took his clothes and prepared to get up.

Hawthorne sighed and continued, "Are all the Amazons so wild when they collect seeds? There are so many of them, taking turns to bully me, aren't they afraid of killing someone..."

Of course, he knew a little about the Amazon people's seed-collecting custom, but he had only heard that these girls would collect seeds one-on-one, and had never heard of such a scene!

"No, generally speaking, the sisters only like the men they like." Porter said with a smile, "After all, the men they like may not be liked by other sisters."

After a pause, she reached out and cupped Huo Sang's cheek, saying, "But you are different. I am not the only one who likes you. That is why you are treated like this, with so many female warriors serving you together."

"How about it? We all like you. Are you happy?"

Hawthorne rolled his eyes: "So you are really not afraid of losing lives?"

"No, we are prepared." Porter chuckled, "The meat you ate and the wine you drank last night, to be honest, the house you sold is not enough to buy it all."

"It took us a long time to gather the materials and prepare for this night of revelry. You are the man we both like, how could we let you suffer any injustice?"

Hawthorne tilted his head and continued to roll his eyes: "But I feel very wronged now. Last night I almost thought I was going to die..."

Seeing that he still had some resentment, Porter opened his arms and hugged him again: "Don't worry, it won't happen. We know our limits."

"Don't worry, as compensation, I will help you sell your house to my sisters so that you can make a lot of money."

After receiving this promise, Hawthorne finally felt a little more balanced. Then, thinking of something else, his tone suddenly became a little hesitant: "So, if you and your sisters really get pregnant with my child in the future..."

"We'll give the boy to you, and we'll keep the girl for ourselves," Porter answered. Her smile instantly faded, and then she loosened her arms around him, stared into his eyes, and said seriously, "And... this is an ancient tradition of the tribe, so if it's a girl,

Don't even think about seeing her again in the future, let alone having her call you 'Dad' or something like that."

Although she had no relevant experience, she understood from the sisters' daily chats and words that for these men who grew up in a patriarchal society, it was very difficult to accept that she was going to take their children away and not let them call him "father".

Even girls.

Even though they still favor boys over girls, some men seem to take this as a provocation. Therefore, after the seed collection, the traditional Amazon women often have conflicts with the men because of this, and eventually part ways unhappily.

Therefore, when mentioning this matter, Porter's attitude immediately returned to seriousness.

"...Okay, respect your traditions." Hawthorne temporarily put an end to this fantasy, sighed, then turned his head and stopped looking at her.

Although he said this, he actually had his own plans in mind.

What a joke! When the ancient god of the deep sea awakens and your tribe faces a catastrophe, and your god of war runs away with his tail between his legs, and you have to rely on my strength, let's see if you will still mention traditions and let my daughter call me dad.

As a player, although many plot dialogues can be skipped, he still knows the causes, strengths and impacts of the main bosses in the later stages of the game, so he is not afraid of these women's stubbornness - it is better to say that their queen has to beg outsiders to help them in the end.

But the prerequisite for all this is that you must have the strength.

Chapter 182 Lonely Nidalee

Through the crack in the window, he saw that it was already bright outside. Hawthorne immediately propped himself up with his arms and prepared to go back: "I should go back...hiss!"

Then he realized that his legs were weak and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

Realizing his current predicament, Porter smiled softly, then leaned over again and said softly, "Let me help you put on your clothes, dear priest."

……

Ten minutes later, with the help of Porter, Hawthorne limped back to the gate of the monastery. It seemed that Andrei had discovered it in advance. In any case, when he arrived, Heidi was already waiting for him here.

After thanking Porter for sending him back and watching her leave, Heidi helped him back to the monastery, closed the door, and smiled: "Master, how did you feel last night?"

Hawthorne recalled the crazy experience of last night, but to be honest, with the support of the Amazon women's valuable tonics, he didn't feel any pain. When he recalled it, it was all happiness from the heart. Only when he analyzed it rationally, he felt a little scared...

But in front of the witches, he still felt guilty, so he instinctively put on a distorted face, held his lower back, and shook his head repeatedly: "What's the feeling? I can't feel my legs anymore, hiss..."

As he said this, he couldn't help but complain in his heart: "Heidi, you too, Andre should have discovered the situation over there, right? Why didn't you come to save me?"

Heidi chuckled when she heard that. "Because Andre said you were clearly enjoying it, and Die also said that this was a good thing for you. After all, this is something that Amazon people rarely see in decades, a collective carnival for just one person, and they all spent a lot of money on it..."

"This is good for your health, but you may be a little tired these days, so we won't stop you..."

Hawthorne's expression was still a little distorted: "Then this... Oh, forget it, let's not talk about it."

Shaking his head, he gave up the rest of his complaints: "Help me back to the dormitory. I need to have a good rest for a day. Today's study and exercise plans are cancelled."

"Oh, by the way, today... I can't punish Nidalee, but this matter cannot be abandoned. Heidi, you go and interrogate her for me."

As he said this, he took off the diamond ring on his left index finger and handed it to the nun next to him.

Heidi took it and put it on the ring finger of her right hand, then nodded gently: "Well, Master, you can rest assured, I will take care of this matter."

As she said this, her eyes sparkled: "I will give that druid an unforgettable experience."

Hawthorne thought she had her own ideas, after all, she was good at using illusions to bring people to the brink of extinction. But in the end, he just told her not to mess it up, and said no more.

……

on the hill.

The handsome, well-proportioned, and fair-skinned Hawthorne was pressed under him, looking very pitiful; while Nidalee sat on him, feeling excited, and then suddenly sat down -

"what……"

It was the familiar missing part again, and the whole dream slowly ended. In reality, Nidalee, lying on a low bed in prison clothes, slowly woke up, her eyes filled with endless emptiness and loneliness.

She was almost driven crazy by this loneliness.

She really never expected that, rather than the torture of Hawthorne, what overwhelmed her first was the loneliness of being alone in prison.

In her previous life, she had never imagined that being alone could be such a torturous and terrible experience.

In the past, Nidalee thought she was not afraid of loneliness.

With so many plans for herself, she always went out alone, turning into a leopard and running freely on the hillside.

When she was tired from running, she would lie down in the grass, counting the stars, thinking about her worries, smelling the fragrance of the grass and soil, listening to the birds and cicadas in the distance, and slowly fall asleep, or until the people in the tribe came to call her...

But most of the time, she was still alone, accompanied by mountains, rivers, plants, flowers, birds, insects and fish, and she never found this unbearable.

Until now, she has been imprisoned in this dungeon, and can no longer see the starry sky, smell the fragrance of flowers, or hear the birds singing. Even when she tries to sit cross-legged in meditation, she cannot feel the response of natural energy. She finally realized how terrible true emptiness and loneliness are!

She was used to always having the company of the entire natural world, so she didn't feel lonely. But now that all this was gone, the feeling of "loneliness" began to show its true terrifying power!

She felt like she was going crazy, and she couldn't help wanting to scratch the wall with her claws and roar loudly. She just didn't want Hawthorne to see her twisted and embarrassed side, so she kept suppressing the desire to vent her emotions.

Now, every day when Hawthorne came to torture her, it was the only time she could relieve her loneliness. After all, his torture was not that painful. If she took the initiative to adjust her posture to adapt to his strength, it would be somewhat comfortable...

Under the pressure of loneliness, the druid not only quickly got used to the daily interrogation time, but even began to speak up and engage in verbal battles with him, using specious arguments and sharp tongues, trying to provoke him so that he would stay a little longer and spend more time with him...

Similarly, imagining how Hawthorne would interrogate her when he came tomorrow, and how she would respond, how she would ridicule him, and how she would deal with Hawthorne's counter-ridicule, became the only thing Nidalee could do to relieve her loneliness when she was alone...

hum-

The dungeon door was pushed open, followed by a series of footsteps. Nidalee's heart began to beat uncontrollably, and she wanted to rush to the iron bars immediately to see the figure who was about to relieve her loneliness...

But she still sat there with dignity, putting on an unyielding look, waiting for him to come over.

Boom, boom, boom——