Witch Monastery

It worked!

All four magic energy explosions have such powerful power, which means that I have mastered all the techniques of painful magic explosion!

Very good, with the help of the Illusionist's arm guards and the curse of the sword, I can now instantly fire out four energy torrents that are almost four times the power of a heavy crossbow. I am more than qualified to be a turret with stable and continuous output on the battlefield!

He let out a sigh of joy, then called up the system and clicked on his property panel, and saw that the content inside had become like this:

Host: Hawthorne

Sex: Male

Race: Human subspecies (Blue Silver)

Age: 15 years old

Height: 1.71m

Weight: XNUM X kg

Power: 8

Agility: 9

Constitution: 11

Intelligence: 13

Perception: 12

Charisma: 20

Occupation: Spell Swordsman Level 5

Supernatural Gift: Poison Repellent Gift

Occupational Abilities: Contract Magic, Spell Warrior, Spell Sword Curse, Magic Power Summoning, Blade Magic Contract

Mana Remaining: 27/27

Highest casting level: 3rd ring

Fel Invocation: Eye of the Rune Keeper, Fel Will, Hungry Fel Blade, Explosion of Agony

Feat: Extend Spell

Spell

Spells: Blade Guard, Magic Explosion, Light, Electric Claw

First-level spells: create water/dry water, mage armor, shield, absorb elements, false life, sleep.

2nd level spells: wind, blur

3rd-Level Spell: Elemental Weapon

Remaining purification points: 3659

Not only did he gain a powerful magic summon, but his other attributes were also greatly improved. Long-term exercise and adequate nutrition not only made him gain another six pounds, but his physique also grew a little bit, reaching eleven points.

His overall strength has increased significantly again. If he is in some open areas, he is even confident that he can kill Zenis alone!

Although he is not even at level six and his attributes are not that good, challenging a level six BOSS is no longer a big threat to him.

However, compared with his rapidly growing strength, his remaining purification points are quite insufficient.

Perhaps because he discovered the secret of the room, Porter later took the initiative to find him and wanted to buy some more houses. Hawthorne immediately took the opportunity to raise the price, saying that the previous price was a friendship price out of friendship, and the price we really planned to sell was 2,000 gold coins...

He originally thought that the price might be a bit high. After all, this is Nangang District, where various industries are very underdeveloped and transportation to other districts is very inconvenient, so there is limited room for speculation in housing prices.

Moreover, he felt guilty about setting the price at 2,000. After all, he was taking advantage of the opportunity to buy the land from the poor, and the average price of the land was only about one gold coin per square meter.

Not only that, he does not need to buy building materials or hire stonemasons, everything is done by the system, so the total cost is

It's really very low.

The bulk of his money was spent on bribing officials in Nangang District to quickly approve his procedures and to avoid causing trouble for him...

After deducting these, the rest is pure profit. The profit ratio is so high that Hawthorne feels a little guilty.

But it turned out that Hawthorne had underestimated the value of his house to people of this era. After the price of two thousand gold coins was set, the Amazons who came to buy the house were so numerous that the supply could not meet the demand. He was forced to temporarily build dozens of more houses and spent thousands of purification points...

Now, although he made a lot of money from selling the house, most of his purification points were also spent. It takes 7,500 purification points to upgrade from level 5 to level 6. If he continues at the speed of the altar, he may have to wait another year to upgrade.

But fortunately, he already had a general plan in his mind on how to level up.

If you go out to sea from Nangang and head southwest, you will find a small island full of undead. This has always been a good place for players to earn the title of "Undead Slayer".

Although the big BOSS above is a little too scary, and all the witches in the monastery may not be able to afford to offend him, but as long as you don't actively trigger it, there will be no problem at all!

Apart from the boss and his subordinates, the remaining wandering undead were almost posing no threat. At a time when the undead were almost equivalent to purification points for him, the island was almost equivalent to a huge gold mine that no one knew about!

Once it’s decided, let’s go there for the next stop!

Chapter 188 Blindfolds, Candles, and More Severe Punishment

In the dungeon.

Snapped--

Nidalee knelt on her knees with her upper body lying on the ground. Her limbs were tied with ropes. She pressed her slender waist down as much as possible, so that her round buttocks were raised high, like a kitten stretching, responding to Hawthorne's punishment in the most comfortable posture.

Hawthorne took the soft racket and hit it again. A tingling and pleasant feeling came over her, causing her body to tremble again.

"what……"

She closed her eyes, raised her head, panted, and was sweating all over her body. Her face was full of satisfaction and joy. But then, the female druid turned her head back and opened her eyes. The satisfaction and joy turned into ridicule: "Try harder, didn't you eat lunch? Or did you eat vegetarian food?"

She said this provocatively, then turned her head back, closed her eyes, and looked forward to Hawthorne's next beat. She was afraid that he would use too much force, but also longed for a stronger stimulation. Her heart was pounding and her soul was full of excitement.

This trick has always worked, but this time, the situation was a little different.

Hawthorne sighed, neither retorting nor continuing to fight, looking a little bored.

After waiting for a long time without any response, Nidalee couldn't help but wonder if she had mocked him too much and really hurt his self-esteem.

She then turned her head back again and looked at him: "What's wrong? Are you worried about something?"

Hawthorne shook his head: "Nothing, it's just that I'm leaving tomorrow."

Suddenly, the woman had a strong bad feeling in her heart: "Where are you going? How long will it take you to walk?"

"I'm going out to sea for a while to eliminate the undead that are entrenched on a small island. I'm afraid it will take some time for me to come back." Hawthorne said, "And during this time, I'm afraid I can only let other nuns torture you."

Suddenly, Nidalee's body froze, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her. All her excitement disappeared, and she stared at him blankly, her heart filled with emptiness and reluctance.

She really wanted to say "Don't go", but at this moment she was too shy to say it.

Are you kidding me? How could I, a prisoner, take the initiative to ask him to stay...

She was struggling with this, and turned her head back to face the wall, her eyes blank and her mood becoming extremely depressed.

At the back, Hawthorne picked up the racket again: "No more words, let's continue!"

As he said this, he slapped Nidalee on the butt again.

Snapped--

However, this had little effect. The girl remained motionless, with a depressed look on her face, as if she had lost her soul, and did not respond to the tap at all.

Immediately, Hawthorne raised his eyebrows: "Why, is it still too light?"

Nidalee didn't answer, as if she had lost all desire to talk to him, and was in no mood to enjoy the punishment that followed.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but look a little disappointed.

It seems that a stronger stimulation is needed to get the druid's attention back.

Thinking of this, he put away the fly swatter, then reached out his hands and grabbed the edge of her prison uniform pants.

Sensing the movement of his fingers, Nidalee was suddenly startled: "What are you doing?!"

However, it was too late. Hawthorne did not answer, but pulled hard, and the blue and white striped prison pants were pulled down, revealing her round and firm buttocks underneath.

Nidalee didn't wear any underwear. It wasn't that she didn't want to wear it, but Hawthorne and the nuns simply couldn't provide her with such clothes. Therefore, she had always been in a state of nakedness.

Looking at her round little buttocks, Hawthorne couldn't help but feel his heartbeat speed up. For so many days, his paddle had been ravaging these two beautiful buttocks, but it was all through the fabric of the prison uniform.

Never seen it in person.

Now that I have a feast for my eyes, I feel naturally extremely satisfied.

"you--!"

Nidalee suddenly became anxious and turned her head to look back, but due to her posture, she could only see her entire buttocks and thighs exposed to the other person's sight.

Hawthorne's expression also changed from surprise at the beginning to appreciation and admiration, as if he had seen some unparalleled beauty!

Immediately, she could guess what the man saw just by thinking. After all, during the torture just now, her body had already been fully excited and her body was completely wet!

Nidalee was filled with shame and indignation, and immediately began to struggle even more fiercely: "Hawthorne, you lecher! Lecherous priest, you deserve to die--!"

Unfortunately, this level of struggle could not free her at all, but instead made her look more like begging for mercy.

Hawthorne touched his chin and stared at the paradise between her thighs. Because her waist was deliberately bent down to raise her hips, at this moment, the place that should have been covered up was completely exposed.

Although her skin was wheat-colored, the untouched parts were still pink and tender. After such a long period of training, Hawthorne could even see some shimmering water stains, reflecting the surrounding firelight.

It’s so... beautiful!

He sighed like this in his heart, then he raised his hands, and there was a black eye mask and a burning red candle in each hand.

Seeing the new thing in his hand, Nidalee's body froze, and a bad shadow suddenly fell on her heart: "You...what are you going to do?"

"I think it's obvious, Miss Nidalee," Hawthorne said. "You have become resistant to traditional torture, so I must use some new methods."

As he spoke, he put a blindfold on her while she resisted. After blocking her sight, Nidalee's attention was involuntarily allocated to the sense of touch, and she felt every inch of the upcoming stimulation with all her heart. The fear of the unknown and unfamiliar things gripped her heart, and her whole body couldn't help but tense up and stiffen -

Then, Hawthorne moved the low-temperature candle in his hand to just above her buttocks, tilted it slightly, and a drop of melted wax dripped onto her delicate buttocks.

"what--!"

Nidalee's waist suddenly straightened up, and she screamed, her entire buttocks and thighs trembling because of the burning pain: "You deserve to die, Hawthorne--!"

Hawthorne was merciless and dripped another drop on her other buttock. The strong stimulation made Nidalee unable to speak completely, her whole body trembled violently, and even the wet lips in the middle of the peach garden began to open and close slightly, as if she was panting violently, and as if inviting him to enter!

“It seems to be very useful.”

Seeing her reaction become intense again, Hawthorne nodded with satisfaction. He lowered his head and could even see the tender pink flesh inside her body. After thinking for a moment, he stopped being reserved and stretched out two fingers, slowly inserting them inside.

“Ah—you—ah—!”

This was the first time that something foreign had entered her body, and Nidalee immediately felt a strong sense of strangeness. She subconsciously wanted to repel it, but before she could swing her hips to throw the foreign object out, another drop of wax dripped onto her butt, causing her to scream again!

"How's it going, Nidalee?"

Hawthorne didn't rush to start moving, just kept his fingers inside, even pausing the wax: "Have you thought about it?"

Nidalee bit her, her cheeks now bloodshot: "Impossible!"

Hawthorne nodded slightly: "Very good, then..."

He didn't finish the second half of the sentence, and the wax began to drip again. At the same time, his fingers began to move, exploring the most sensitive points in her body, and then began to tease her rapidly back and forth in a series of movements -

“Ah—Ah—Ah—Ah—Ah—!”

Nidalee began to scream loudly. The double stimulation was too strong. It was something she had never experienced before when she used her middle finger to gently comfort herself.

Her hands couldn't help but grab the hay on the ground, and her thighs began to exert force, trying hard to clamp the two foreign objects that had penetrated her body, or even break them!

She felt as if her soul had been almost pulled out of her body. Her mind was blank and she couldn't think of anything. She just wanted to give her body and soul to the man behind her and enjoy the pleasure of this moment to the fullest.

Suddenly, a small stream of warm water gushed out from Nidalee's body, soaking the back of Hawthorne's hands and wrists.

“It’s pretty good.”

Seeing her reaction, Hawthorne finally withdrew his fingers with satisfaction, then stuffed them into her mouth, pinched her pink tongue with two fingers, wiped the water stains on it, and then stood up.

He dismissed all the tools and set her free, then stood up and said, "Then I am leaving, dear Miss Nidalee."

"I hope you can get along well with the nuns while I'm away."

After leaving these words, without even helping Nidalee, who had collapsed to the ground, to pull up her pants, he turned and left the dungeon.

While lying there, Nidalee's soul gradually returned to her body. Although she still didn't want to move, she gradually regained her ability to think and began to recall everything Hawthorne had said today.

He was going to destroy the undead again, just like the last time he was in Zenith Castle, using that

The power of white light instantly purified an undead soul...