Witch's Embrace

"The Witch's Convent" by DaoistaHADNk

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Instantly, the tavern owner Alan became fully alert, with his fatigue swept away. He tensed, taking a half-step back as if facing a formidable foe, and said cautiously, "You are... Sister Heidi?"

The nun standing there was indeed Heidi.

Upon hearing this, Heidi slightly raised her exquisite face, her cool eyes meeting Alan's, and softly said, "Mr. Alan, long time no see. How have you been lately?"

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Alan's forehead. "I'm alright, uh, what brings Lady Nun here at such a late hour...?"

"It's nothing much. I just heard that Mr. Alan is well-informed, so I wanted to inquire about something," Heidi said softly. "I heard that the investigation team sent by Black Staff Tower is looking into Mr. Nigel Hawthorne's whereabouts. Do you know why that is?"

Immediately, Alan's pupils constricted to pinpoints.

Oh no, she wouldn't think that I was the one who leaked the news of Hawthorne's appearance on the Night of the Twin Moons to the Black Staff Tower's investigation team, would she?!

Though Alan didn't go out on Witch's Night, he had his own absolutely reliable intelligence network. He was well aware that Hawthorne not only showed up in the slum that night but also clashed with people from the Dark Intelligence Network and even led away a massive and terrifying magical creature.

However, he had kept this information to himself and hadn't breathed a word of it to anyone!

Hiss...

How should I respond?

Calm down, Alan. Think it over carefully. If she came tonight to confront you, she must have her own reasons. Killing you would be of no benefit to her!

Since she is asking like this, it indicates that she probably also doesn't want the Black Staff Tower's investigation team focusing on Hawthorne...

"Ah..." he opened his mouth slightly, revealing an awkward smile, feeling his throat dry and itchy, and every word was a struggle. "It's the Dark Intelligence Network people spreading lies. They are used to slinging mud at those they've had conflicts with, and those young people from the Black Staff Tower believed them..."

Heidi nodded slightly, as if everything was as she had expected. "I see, I didn't realize there was such a deep misunderstanding."

Pausing for a moment, she continued, "Mr. Alan, as an eyewitness to the conflict that night, could you lend a hand to clear up this misunderstanding?"

"The convent and your tavern are neighbors, so naturally, we should look out for each other. That's what I think. What do you say?"

Her tone was gentle, but her words were a blatant threat. Alan felt a sheen of cold sweat on his palms, fully aware that this Sister Heidi also understood that he knew they were powerful and not to be trifled with!

Reluctantly, he nodded, "Understood!"

Seeing this, Heidi smiled, "Then, on behalf of Hawthorne, I thank you in advance, Mr. Alan."

With that, she turned and walked towards the brick wall in the tavern's backyard, then passed straight through it and disappeared.

Alan breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Not bothering with the restroom any longer, he turned and limped back into the tavern. Glancing at the remaining patrons, he picked up a plate of beef jerky and a glass of wine, and approached a table of guests who weren't yet drunk. Acting as though he was simply seeking company for a late-night chat, he smiled and said, "Things have been quite unsettled lately. These are on me."

The people at the table were naturally pleased, and Alan sighed again, "Sigh, the folks from Black Staff Tower are getting more foolish by the day. Just a few words, and they're spun around by the Dark Intelligence Network, ignoring the evil cults and instead scouring the place for some young white-haired Mage!"

"If this continues, I think they'll end up being used as tools, chasing the enemies of the Dark Intelligence Network, offending many along the way, and eventually leaving here with their tails between their legs, like dogs!"

Immediately, the table erupted in laughter. "Isn't that exactly what we want to see? Haha, those stuck-up investigators should be given a hard time so they can learn that the so-called 'common folk' they look down on aren't so easily pushed around!"

"Exactly, especially that young woman leading them, always talking about stability and prosperity for the city, the safety of everyone. Damn it, instead of all that talk, they should fix the sewers here! Every year, more people die from unsanitary conditions than from gang fights!"

"Yeah, a bunch of talkers! I think that young white-haired Mage must be someone significant. Let them fight each other; there's nothing better than a dog-eat-dog show!"

Amidst the laughter, curses, and complaints from the drunks, Alan laughed along with them, but his eyes glinted with thought as he planned to repeat this scene again the next day...

In the convent's dormitory, Hawthorne lay between Yuta and Cuivis, both of whom were disheveled and unclothed, curled up under the blankets, sound asleep from exhaustion. He quietly contemplated his future plans while looking at his system.

It required 1,800 Purification Points to advance from level three to level four, a goal he had already achieved. However, for the time being, Hawthorne did not plan to increase his level.

First, his level had been climbing too quickly. In less than a month, he had progressed from an ordinary person with no occupation to a powerful level three Spellcaster, mastering second-circle spells.

According to the game's background, his advancement speed was akin to that of an unparalleled genius.

It's important to note that a student graduating from Vereenveld Magic University typically required a Mage level of one, able to effectively cast four first-level spells.

Even then, many students needed an additional two years or were unable to graduate at all!

So, even though he started extremely late, his progress was still ahead of his peers by a significant margin.

Furthermore, there was another important reason: upon reaching level four, he would have the opportunity for his occupation to enhance his attributes or choose a specialty, and he had yet to decide which path to take.

He was unsure whether he would have the choice like with the Pact or if the system would randomly assign him an option.

Additionally, since he didn't urgently need to enhance his power, he decided to postpone this decision.

However, holding onto so many Purification Points without using them would be wasteful. Therefore, he was investigating how to advance the entire convent to level two.

His plan involved raising funds and purchasing a large plot of land at a low price around the convent...

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