Witch Monastery

He did not gain any improvement in combat power by learning the water-making/drying technique, so he still had no sense of security and naturally did not feel excited.

And now, having learned the Mage Armor, I can’t say anything else, but at least it’s difficult for ordinary cold weapons to hurt him!

The protective strength of the mage's armor is about the same as that of a good chain mail. So after casting this spell, ordinary slashing, collision, etc., can no longer do anything to him.

However, it is much lighter and more transparent, and can more perfectly cover all parts of his body, even his eyes, without revealing any gaps or weaknesses!

Therefore, from today on, ordinary people's weapons will be almost unable to hurt him.

Ah, from today on, I am truly one in a million.

He thought happily in his heart, but before he could be happy for long, his belly

He started to yell again: Gu——

Hunger suddenly hit him, and he realized that it was already late and he hadn't had lunch yet.

Ah, this is probably what Tao Yuanming said, "Whenever I understand something, I happily forget to eat"?

I never thought that I would have such an experience...

He smiled self-deprecatingly, then turned his head to look outside the door and called softly, "Heidi?"

However, he did not receive any response.

He couldn't help but frown slightly at this.

Oh yes, Heidi went out and hasn’t come back yet.

How about waiting for her?

For safety reasons, he really didn't want to leave the study without the witch's company. However, when he sat back in his seat, he felt a wave of hunger coming at him, so strong that his temples were throbbing and he couldn't sit still.

Hiss... No, learning magic is a bit too much, I can't stand it...

At this time, he actually missed his previous life because he had to work overtime and his day and night were reversed, which caused him to have indigestion and he was not hungry at all.

It seems that sometimes, having too strong a digestive ability is not a good thing...

Hawthorne thought to himself with a smile on his face, but there was nothing he could do; this was the price of learning efficiency.

Over the past few hours, his entire body had been operating at maximum efficiency: the stomach was responsible for peristalsis and digestion, and the heart was pumping blood, transporting massive amounts of oxygen and nutrients to the brain, allowing him to learn his first spell so quickly.

Now, the price has come. Hunger continued to urge him madly, making him feel anxious and even a little dizzy.

Finally, he couldn't help but look out the window. At the quiet environment of the monastery, a bold idea emerged in his mind.

The witches didn't seem to be around. It was just a few steps away, so there shouldn't be any problem sneaking into the kitchen to cook a meal, right?

Besides, there wouldn't be anyone in the kitchen, so it would be safe there. The chance of encountering a witch by chance should be very small...

The joy of learning the Mage Armor still lingered in his heart, which made him quite confident. After confirming that there was no one outside, he took a deep breath, made up his mind, opened the door, turned around and went out, closing the door, his heart beating wildly.

We must hurry!

Without any hesitation, he turned around, stood on tiptoe, and ran all the way to the kitchen while trying not to make any noise.

call--

After all, the monastery was only this big, and there were only a few steps from the study to the kitchen. He ran all the way to the kitchen door in less than half a minute, so naturally no one noticed him.

perfect!

He slowly let out a sigh of relief, his heart hanging in his throat settled back into his stomach, he wiped off the sweat on his forehead due to nervousness, and then pushed open the kitchen door.

Then he saw a petite, slightly slender figure wearing a nun's robe, looking at everything curiously in the kitchen.

After hearing the door open, she immediately turned her head, her beautiful purple-red eyes were cold, and she looked at Hawthorne.

It was none other than the Blade Witch, Yuta, who had strong murderous intentions towards him!

Chapter 16: An encounter in the kitchen, Yuta’s murderous intention!

Realizing the other party's identity, Hawthorne suddenly felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and then rushing straight to his forehead!

Damn, isn't it said that witches usually don't come to the kitchen? !

Especially for Jutta, who kills people before eating, theoretically, doesn't he need to use the kitchen to feed himself? !

Why is she here? !

Hawthorne wanted to curse in his heart. This was just like when you were playing "Resident Evil" and there was a safe house in front of you. Then you pushed the door open and found the tyrant waiting for you inside. It was as exciting!

He cursed in his heart, and was sweating with nervousness. At this time, Yuta was also full of confusion.

She had just come to the kitchen on a whim to look at the knives. "Blade Witch" not only hints at her fighting style, but also has something to do with her identity and origin.

In short, due to some personal reasons, she was very interested in some sharp metals that could be used to cut other objects. Today, she suddenly wanted to see what kind of knives were used in the kitchen of her own monastery.

But I never thought that after not coming here for a few years, this place has become a completely different world.

She could not have imagined that after she had been here for such a short time, a human being would break in directly.

and……

It was still that audacious white-haired human who dared to desecrate the pure body of the witch!

Thinking of the strong smell of lust and desire that she smelled in Heidi's room that day, Jutta's anger began to rise.

"Why are you here?" she asked directly, her eyes sharp, but it was only temporary. After all, considering Heidi's relationship, she had no intention of taking direct action.

Hawthorne did not dare to neglect this, he lowered his head and said, "Miss Heidi is busy with her daily work and has no time to take care of me, so after I was able to get out of bed, she asked me to come to the kitchen every day and cook for herself."

Even though this witch was absolutely beautiful and wore no makeup, her long eyelashes, purple eyes, delicate nose and thin lips were all as exquisite as if the most skilled artist had worked so hard to carve out the lines.

He almost fell into it.

But he absolutely didn't dare to look her in the eye. How could he guarantee that if this witch got a little angry, she would use her sharp eyes to tear his eyes into two pieces of meat?

Fortunately, at least for now, Jutta had no such plan. She looked at the kitchen, which was obviously not in line with its appearance, and the confusion in her heart gradually cleared up.

Oh, so this means that Heidi was the one who renovated the kitchen into such a big size?

but……

Looking ahead, she saw Hawthorne, who was able to move freely in the monastery, and she felt a little dissatisfied with Heidi.

Why is this guy becoming more and more unbridled with the food he catches?

No, we must prepare ourselves and kill him as soon as possible...

She looked at Hawthorne, her eyes flickering for a moment, then her expression softened and she said softly, "Why are you so nervous? I won't hurt you."

However, upon hearing this, Hawthorne's muscles tensed up, his hair stood on end, and his heart rose to his throat again!

He knew very well that letting the target relax and let down his guard was a necessary procedure for Yuta before killing someone!

The purpose is to enjoy the flavor produced by the little bit of confusion in the target's soul when he dies suddenly!

She wants to kill herself!

The emotion of fear echoed in his chest, and Hawthorne almost became deaf for a moment. Only the rumbling sound of his pounding heart echoed in his mind!

This witch, is she going to take action?

He couldn't help but clench his fists. His mind went blank and he almost lost the ability to think. He squeezed out a few words from his throat in a dry and hoarse voice, relying only on instinct: "Ah... I also know that it is not in accordance with the rules for someone like me to stay in the monastery..."

"But, I don't have a home, so... I'm scared..."

He felt his brain overheating, thinking frantically, remembering Jutta's habits and the reasons she had used the last time he saw her.

Under the urgency, he could only rely on his intuition and instinct, squeezing out some key words in a messy and fragmented manner, and barely made up an excuse to cover up the situation.

In front of him, Jutta frowned again, looking at Hawthorne who was almost tense with fear, and said with a harsh tone of impatience: "Then you don't have to be so nervous. Our monastery is to help the poor, and we don't kill people or abuse them..."

She lied fluently, but when she saw his current state, she stopped talking.

She had realized that it would be difficult to make him relax with just a few words in such a short period of time.

In Yuta's opinion, the souls of those who died in tension and fear had a bitter taste if eaten, so it was better not to eat them.

Therefore, it still takes time to calm the tension and fear in his heart.

Hiss... What an annoying and troublesome human being!

If that's the case, then...

"Forget it, don't you want to cook?" She continued, "Come on, cook it. Let me see how good your cooking skills are."

Having said that, she stood aside without saying a word, just like a cold pillar, standing there.

Hawthorne couldn't help but gasp.

Well, this girl is going to stay here today!

but……

I really had no good reason to refuse her proposal.

I have no choice but to bite the bullet!

His hands were covered in sweat and his steps were a little weak, but he had to do it. Under Jutta's sharp gaze, he slowly walked to the stove, picked up a radish, scooped a bucket of water from the bucket, and began to wash the vegetables clumsily.

He had never washed vegetables like this before. In his previous life, he would just turn on the tap and wash the vegetables under the rushing water. But in this world, he just clicked on the system and let the kitchen process the ingredients by itself. He had never done it himself!

In front of Yuta, he didn't dare to reveal his true ability, so he could only fool him like this.

The more he tried to fool around, the more nervous he became. He could only wash while silently praying, "Yuta, please lose interest and leave. I can't pretend any longer..."

Behind him, Yuta's expression remained as cold as usual as he stared at his back. His mind was full of thoughts and he had simulated the scene of killing him with one blow dozens of times.

No, he was still very nervous. He couldn't kill him yet, or the smell would be too unpleasant.

You have to gain his trust first and make him relax.

But...what should I do to make him let down his guard?

Perhaps, Heidi's intention in raising him like this was to make him trust her and let down his guard?

Then... can I help him too and let him eat as soon as possible?

As she was thinking this in her mind, Hawthorne had no choice but to use a kitchen knife to peel the radishes awkwardly and clumsily because there was no peeling knife in front of her.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, not only because of Yuta's threat, but also because he was afraid that he would accidentally hurt his fingers with the kitchen knife.

At this time, behind him, Yuta seemed to have found an opportunity. He suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and grasped the carrot and kitchen knife in his hands at the same time: "Put it down, let me do it."

Chapter 17: Blade Witch

Hawthorne was startled, and without paying attention, the skin on his fingers lightly touched Jutta's fingertips, and he felt a piercing pain, as if he was pricked by a needle.

He subconsciously let go and looked down, and saw Jutta's beautiful, white and tender little hand, sparkling under his eyes. The ten long nails were painted purple, bright and delicate, and incompatible with the carrot and the kitchen knife.

However, he knew very well that these ten purple-red nails were all powerful weapons that could easily tear apart steel. Tearing his body into pieces was as easy as cutting butter!

Moreover, at this moment, hidden beneath Yuta's beautiful appearance is her murderous intent...

At the moment he was stunned, Uta's slender fingers, which seemed to have no strength, had already snatched everything from his hands.

Then, Hawthorne saw that the kitchen knife in Jutta's hand was as flexible as her own fingers and as light as a feather. The blade turned several circles on the surface of the radish, and it was like cutting tofu, without a pause, and smoothly cut off all the skin!

This craftsmanship made Hawthorne gasp.

A wonderful performance, worthy of being the Witch of the Blade!

And this was just the beginning. Afterwards, Jutta placed the peeled radish on the table, and the blade fell quickly and evenly, cutting the radish into slices of exactly the same thickness, and then cut it into shreds and put them aside as preparation.

Perfect.

This knife skill is comparable to the system's craftsmanship!

Hawthorne sighed in his heart, and then, a faint fragrance slowly penetrated into his nostrils.

This is the scent emanating from Jutta's body, a unique smell that only a girl who loves cleanliness can possess, and Heidi also has it.

Since these witches were disguised as nuns, they naturally put on a complete show and possessed all these characteristics.

At this moment, the faint fragrance stimulated Hawthorne's nerves. Looking at Jutta's focused and busy back, a bold idea gradually emerged in his mind.

How about taking advantage of the opportunity to launch a surprise attack and purify her?

However, as soon as this thought came to his mind, he strangled it to death!

Hawthorne, oh Hawthorne, you are really arrogant. There are obviously better opportunities, why are you so anxious here!

She only needs to turn her body slightly and pinch you with her nails to kill you on the spot!

So don’t have any evil intentions, life is the most important!