Chapter 162: The Black Saint, the Immortal Witch

Chapter 162: The Black Saint, the Immortal Witch

"Do you know what time it is now?"

Will appeared in Hastur's dream with a dark circle under his eyes, holding a brown and yellow big bear doll, and a look of disgust on his face.

"Emperor Roselle said: A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning.

It's already past four in the morning, and those diligent children have already gotten up to study. You should also learn more."

"..."

Will was silent for a while, wondering: "Did Roselle ever say such a thing?"

"Of course, are you looking down on Emperor Roselle, the greatest human mentor in history?"

"..."

Will glanced at Hastur, and didn't dwell on this question anymore. He snorted: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Tonight, when I was chasing a Beyonder who should be a Sequence 7 witch, I met a powerful witch. She was not the White Saint Katarina."

"Is it strange? Since there is a White Saint, there must be a Black Saint."

"..."

It makes sense, Hastur couldn't refute it for a while.

"The Witch Sect is not simple. There are three saints named after colors. The three saints, red, white and black, are all immortal witches of sequence 3.

In addition, there are two disaster witches of sequence 2 in the sect. The overall strength is no less than any of the Seven Gods Churches."

"Do other orthodox churches have similar configurations?"

"Mostly."

Hasta now has a clearer understanding of the high-end combat power of the Seven Gods Church.

"The one who came forward to stop me was the Black Saint?"

"It should be her, after all, you have a special relationship with her daughter."

"Mrs. Germani is her daughter?"

"Yes, including the little witch you are chasing tonight."

"..."

Hasta thought for a long time, and then asked curiously: "Why do witches always like to give birth to offspring?"

"Hehe, they can't stand loneliness.

Especially these three immortal witches, they always like to fall in love with some young people, and even start enjoying physical pleasure as long as they fall in love.

Once pregnant, they will never choose to kill the new life, but will quietly give birth to it and raise it alone.

In this regard, they are much better than most people."

Will said, staring at Hasta with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Have you ever considered having a child with a witch?"

"...No, and I won't!"

"Tsk, don't refuse so bluntly. If you don't experience that kind of pleasure yourself, you will be so beautiful in vain."

Hasta's forehead flashed with a black line, and he didn't want to talk about this topic with Will.

"If the Black Saint comes to trouble me recently, you have to protect me."

"One hundred ice creams, they must be the most expensive ones in the dessert shop on the corner of 4th Street in Queens!"

"Aren't you afraid of having a stomachache after eating so much?"

"I will go to the hospital for surgery in a few days, and I won't be able to eat ice cream for a while."

"Good luck to you."

"I've always been lucky."

After saying that, Will left Hasta's dream with the big bear doll in his arms.

After getting Will's promise, Hasta felt much more relieved.

The Black Saint is just a Sequence 3 Immortal Witch, while Will is a Sequence 1 Mercury Serpent, and he controls fate.

If you really want to kill the Black Saint, there are ways to do it.

What surprised him tonight was that Mrs. Germani was actually the daughter of an Immortal Witch, but she was obviously not a Beyonder.

This is really interesting.

Speaking of which, the witch who came to assassinate him tonight was very strange.

She probably didn't want to assassinate him at first, so she talked to him, but in the end, for some reason, she changed her mind.

And she was not steady at all. She knew that he was not simple, but she dared to assassinate him directly. She was stabbed directly through. It was really stupid.

And she was the daughter of an immortal witch, but she was only at Sequence 7... It was too bad.

After secretly complaining a few words, Hastur stopped thinking about these things. He looked at the time and it was almost five o'clock.

After thinking about it, he went to take a bath first, and then took a nap.

…

It was more than ten o'clock in the morning when Hastur got up from the bed. He looked at the wind chime hanging on the window and felt relieved.

Obviously, he already lived in Queens, but there were still people who liked to knock on the window to visit him late at night.

This was no different from living in the West District.

"No, I must buy a property near the Holy Wind Church and the Saint Samuel Church, so that I can have more places to live in the future."

Hasta thought for a while before getting up from the bed, going to the bathroom to wash up, and then picking up Azshara who had been squatting beside him and meowing non-stop.

It was very clingy, especially when he woke up every morning.

For example, this morning, he got up a little late, and Azshara called several times outside the door, and finally lay down at the door, waiting for him to wake up.

Because of what happened last night, Hastur chose to stay at home all day to avoid meeting the Black Saint as soon as he went out.

Although she couldn't see the true identity of her spirit last night, she must have guessed that it was related to her.

It's better to be careful.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, a carriage drove to the door.

The owner of the carriage did not get off, but sent someone to deliver a letter.

As soon as Hastur saw the familiar envelope, he knew it was a letter from Mrs. Germani.

Come to the study and open the letter.

"Baron Hasta Campbell, please forgive me for writing to disturb you again.

I have heard about what happened last night. Fortunately, you didn't have any accidents, otherwise I will be condemned by the flames for the rest of my life.

I can't explain to you why all this happened, but I can promise that the same thing will not happen again. I swear on my life.

After parting at the banquet of Lord Greg, I made up my mind not to disturb your peaceful life again, but since the last encounter on the street, the hot emotions that I suppressed bitterly erupted again and could no longer be suppressed back to the bottom of my heart.

I know I shouldn't expect anything to happen, but there is always a little hope in my heart. Maybe there will be a little possibility?

Miss Audrey is an outstanding woman. Standing with you always makes people want to bless you from the bottom of their hearts..."

The following content is mostly Germani's soliloquy and self-pity, without any valuable information.

Hasta has not received a letter from Mrs. Germani for the first time, and he has a certain understanding of her writing style.

In the letter, Madam German always portrays herself as a shy and bold, self-abased and self-pitying person.

It's a bit complicated, it should be related to her life experience. After all, it's normal for her to have a distorted worldview with an immortal witch as her mother.

"..."

Hasta hurriedly shook his head. He seemed to have gradually empathized with Madam German!

This is not a good phenomenon. We need to be vigilant and reflect!

Suppressing some messy thoughts, Hasta took a piece of paper and prepared to write a reply to Madam German.

No matter what happened in the past, German's letter was full of concern for him, and she swore on her own life. No matter what, he should write a reply.

Whether it was out of gratitude or out of aristocratic etiquette.

The content of the letter he wrote was very short, and it was summarized in only three sentences.

He liked a quiet life and didn't want to be disturbed.

Reveal what happened last night and thank her for her kindness.

Reject any affection and let her not make mistakes.

After writing the letter, put it in an envelope and ask Butler Neil to send it to Mrs. Germani.

After doing all this, Hastur took out another blank piece of letter paper and began to write the rest of the story of Pinocchio that he had told last time:

The Adventures of Pinocchio (II)

"After his father died, he learned to make puppets with life. This should have been a happy thing, but he was not happy at all. He looked at his relatives and felt a deep sorrow in his heart.

One day, other relatives would die like his father, his mother, his brother, his sister, and finally he would be the only one left.

He felt that he should look for a more advanced puppet-making technology so that living people could live forever in the form of puppets, rather than making a puppet with only appearance.

About a month later, he made all the preparations and began this long journey, opening a new prelude to the Adventures of Pinocchio..."

After writing, Hastur checked if there was anything that needed to be corrected, and then counted the number of words considerately. When it was almost the same as the story he told last time, he left a suspenseful sentence as the end of this chapter.

As for the other contents, of course, I am going to write The Adventures of Pinocchio (III), depending on the situation. If I can continue, I will write The Adventures of Pinocchio (100).

As for what Sharon felt while waiting for the update, Hasta didn't want to guess.

He blew the whistle, summoned Sharon's messenger, and handed the letter to it.

Although he could ask Maric to deliver it when he went to the Brave Bar at night.

But after the last incident, he had already questioned Maric's credibility.