Witch's Embrace

"The Witch's Convent" by DaoistaHADNk

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Ah, I really want to pin him down right now, pinch his little face, and play with his body fiercely...

I want to straddle him from the front, squeeze his essence with all my strength, and see how brilliant life will be when we combine...

No, I have to hold back. He's already very alert; if I push further, I'm afraid he will really have an aversion to me...

Thinking this, Portel forced herself to suppress her intense desires. Before Hawthorne could utter a second rejection or condemnation, she retracted her thigh, stood firm, and found a proper excuse: "Alright, no more jokes, priest. I actually have important business to discuss this time."

"I heard that you are recently preparing to buy land and build houses to sell?"

Hawthorne was taken aback, swallowing back the righteous criticisms he had prepared, "Ah, yes, we do have plans in that regard. After all, you know that our Church of the Goddess of Life has been having a tough time in recent years…"

He wasn't surprised that Portel knew this news; the nuns had been making a big deal about purchasing land and bribing officials at the district hall to simplify various processes, so it was impossible for the Amazons not to be aware of it.

These women had been colluding with the district hall to illegally seize substantial benefits for quite some time. As the director of the Information Department, Portel's main job was to gather various intelligence, so she would naturally be well-informed about these matters.

"To be honest, some of our warriors really want to buy a house in the South Harbor District," Portel stated seriously, "So, if the price is right, we might actually consider purchasing a batch collectively."

"By the way, what's the quality of your houses? What price are you planning to sell?"

What she said was indeed the truth, but the situation wasn't that urgent; at least not many had the willingness to buy, so it shouldn't have been worth her while to make a trip during the day.

Her target was still Hawthorne himself; she had merely suppressed her desires to lay her hands on him.

Hawthorne was about to give a price, but then swallowed it back, quoting a vague figure: "Let's go with market prices; this is our first time doing this kind of business, so we're not very knowledgeable. It should be… eighty square meters, two bedrooms and one living room, selling at ten gold coins per square meter... should be."

Portel raised an eyebrow: "So cheap? What kind of house are you planning to build? If it's the wooden shacks like those in the slum, we certainly won't be buying that."

That price really could be considered a bargain, after all, land, design drafts, building materials, workers' wages, and bribing officials—all of this amounts to a significant cost, right?

Moreover, there would definitely be various incidents and troubles along the way. So considering everything, a price of ten gold coins per square meter would definitely lead to losses.

"Of course, it's not that stuff," Hawthorne said, then pointed to a nearby stone building on the district hall street, "It's like that."

Portel showed a look of surprise and then smiled gently: "If you set it at that price, don't regret it later."

She certainly didn't realize that he actually had special means to save a significant amount of costs. She laughed, "Well then, I'll come and find you later to discuss some matters. Ah, if we buy in bulk, remember to give us a discount!"

The corners of Hawthorne's mouth lifted slightly as he nodded, "Definitely."

Both of them thought they had the upper hand over each other.

As they were speaking, Heidi and Cuivis walked over from the direction of the Slum, approaching them slowly.

Upon seeing them, Portel sighed slightly, knowing that the two of them didn't like her and that their sharp tongues were more formidable than her own—last time, Cuivis had scathingly mocked her, hitting right at her sore spots, leaving her without a retort.

She knew she had to leave, but it wasn't the style of an Amazon woman to depart in such a humiliated, dejected manner.

With a quick flash of inspiration, she suddenly lowered her head and, taking advantage of Hawthorne's distraction, swiftly kissed him on the cheek. Then, amid his dazed expression, she laughed and walked away.

Hawthorne stood there stunned, but this Amazon woman quickly moved away, and he realized it was impossible to catch up to her. He then noticed that Heidi and Cuivis had unfriendly expressions, coming up beside him with murderous intent in their beautiful eyes, glaring at Portel's arrogant retreating figure.

The bold action Portel had just taken had not escaped their notice, and at that moment, Cuivis gritted her teeth, filled with heavy resentment: "That woman comes here every day, yet does nothing. She must have ulterior motives!"

"She must be taught a lesson to make her remember!"

Seeing this, Hawthorne immediately felt awkward: "Uh, that's not the case. She actually came here for a legitimate matter. She was inquiring about the expected price for our properties once they are completed, saying her employees genuinely have that need and would purchase if the price is right…"

Cuivis was speechless: "Ah… this…"

She understood that upgrading the convent would require a large sum of money. However, she cast a doubtful glance at Hawthorne's cheek, still marked with a lip print, filled with many doubts. Ultimately, she decided to pretend not to see: "Ah, alright, I guess I misunderstood her this time…"

As she said this, her eyes continued to flicker. Heidi then stepped forward, took out a handkerchief, her gaze gentle, and helped wipe off the lipstick and saliva on the side of his face.

Hawthorne felt a surge of emotion in his heart, but then he heard her softly ask, "Master, are you tired of us and looking to try the taste of outside women?"

Suddenly, he felt a chill rising from his soles, rushing straight to the top of his head. Although he knew the witches certainly wouldn't harm him, those words still sent shivers down his spine. He shook his head repeatedly, vehemently denying, "No, no, how could that be? Heidi, please don't overthink it. My heart holds nothing but respect for the powerful female warrior Portel; there's absolutely no improper thought…"

Heidi lowered her eyes, her voice still somewhat resentful: "I wasn't talking about her…"

Hawthorne was startled and then heard her begin to quietly bring up old accounts: "That day, when Miss Anno came to find you, I saw you both talking at the entrance for a long time, and she was smiling so happily."

"Master was smiling so happily too; I've never seen Master so happy before…"

Suddenly, Hawthorne felt his scalp tingle, his mind unable to shake the image of Anno's pure and beautiful smile under the setting sun that day, as she came dressed in casual clothes, and her shy yet admiring gaze.

He felt a deep sense of guilt and cold sweat dripping down his back, his heart racing: "No, it's not like that, Heidi, you misunderstood, I was just dealing with her…"

He cared about the feelings of the witches, just as they cared so deeply for him. He wanted to cherish them as his most precious people and naturally didn't want them to feel even a hint of bitterness or grievance.

Even though it wouldn't change their loyalty to him.

As he explained dryly, he glanced at the street outside, saw no one around, and then pulled Cuivis closer, walking into the courtyard, closing the door, and holding them both in his arms. Only then did he softly say, "I was really just flattering her, Gray Hand clearly came to investigate. I had to deal with her properly so she wouldn't suspect anything and so Black Staff Tower wouldn't focus on us."

"Rest assured, my dear, my heart holds nothing but respect for Anno, this Paladin who upholds justice; there are absolutely no disrespectful thoughts…"

As he said this, Heidi's expression finally softened slightly.

"By the way, Master," Cuivis suddenly said, "why do you always refer to Anno and her Investigation Team as 'Gray Hand'?"

In response, Hawthorne looked a bit confused: "Because that's what they're called, 'Gray Hand,' the operational organization under Black Staff Tower."

Saying this, he searched through his remaining memories and began to recount the game's setting: "Since the disappearance of the magic goddess, the Black Staff Tower hasn't been able to produce mages capable of casting third-circle spells in large numbers, so to maintain their combat effectiveness, they had to establish such an organization. This serves both to handle affairs and to select outstanding members as supplementary strength for Black Staff Tower…"

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