Chapter 273: The Bitchy Pretty Witch (Part 1)
Although Jolan didn't mention the specific content of the selection, this Vatican Archbishop had always had very high standards.
If even he wrote to explicitly say "this time is very dangerous," then the peril involved must be several levels higher than what William had anticipated.
Therefore, he wouldn't harbor any wishful thinking and planned to prepare with the highest level of seriousness.
The Saint's Remains, of course, were also a must-have.
This was a crucial material for practicing [Spirit Bone Preaching], and William was currently at this stage.
If he could complete this Holy Art before the selection, he would have one more trump card.
Besides this, the Saint's Remains were also a necessary material for the "Summoning Angels" ritual.
Collecting these materials was highly difficult and required a lot of effort.
Therefore, whenever William encountered an opportunity, he wouldn't let it slip by.
After all, who could refuse having a real angel as their support!
Back to the matter at hand.
Back then, Sister Lynn mentioned that the Saint's Remains existed in an ancient battlefield where the Church and wizards had once joined forces to repel evil.
This was the "Edge of the Orleans Forest" written on the note.
But since this happened many years ago, the actual location today was hard to ascertain.
She only learned of these secrets when eavesdropping on witches' conversations.
Therefore, to find these remains, he could only seek a way through those witches.
William had already investigated the recent movements of the Rosicrucian Order.
Since their last public confrontation with the Witch Association and the Church, this organization hadn't made any big news recently, only continuously recruiting new witch members.
"It seems I have to make a trip to New Orleans personally," William pondered.
After making up his mind, he handed over his work to the academy.
He also informed Judy, stating that he would be going out for a while.
Afterward, William set off for the airport.
New Orleans.
French Quarter, 1132 Royal Street.
This was the local affluent area, with tranquil green trees planted along the roads, and the street was very quiet.
Located in the middle of the street was a white building, three stories high, covering a large area.
Its house number plate bore the words "Private Property."
Elderly locals knew that this building had been a hospital during wartime and was later converted into a girls' school.
Following the North American economic downturn, this building was sold once again.
But this time, people didn't know who the buyer was; they only knew that since then, this building was no longer open to the public.
Observant people had noticed many young and beautiful ladies going in and out.
They wore uniform female school uniforms, looking like students in an academy, but this building didn't have any "School" sign hanging.
Coupled with passing pedestrians claiming they had seen "unreasonable" things happening inside.
For a time, this building was shrouded in a veil of mystery.
"Uncles and aunties, the above is the historical background of this building. You can take photos, but you cannot climb over the fence!" shouted a tour guide wearing a red hat.
Behind him were quite a few elderly people, wearing uniform red polo shirts printed with the words "Old Porcelain Travel Company."
Click... Click... Shutter sounds were continuous.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew down the street, and one elderly person almost couldn't hold their camera steady.
He immediately let out a loud roar, slightly bent his legs, and planted himself firmly on the ground.
"You think my thirty years of horse stance practice can be blown over by this little wind?" The old man snorted coldly and continued to hold up his camera.
On the contrary, the tour guide beside him changed his expression.
Having done tour business in New Orleans for some time, he naturally knew some local secrets.
The wind just now was obviously very abnormal.
So he immediately squeezed out a smiling face: "Uncles and aunties, it's time for us to go to the next attraction!"
"I haven't finished taking photos here yet!"
"Yeah! I have to show my grandson this old American foreign-style house!"
For a time, protests were endless.
The tour guide wiped the sweat off his forehead, glanced at the house again, and then brought out his ultimate trump card: "The next attraction gives out free eggs. If we go late, there might be none left!"
As soon as these words came out, the old men and women immediately put away their cameras.
"Why didn't you say so earlier!"
"You child! This is the proper business!"
Within just one minute, the tourists had already boarded the bus and sat down.
"Phew..." The tour guide breathed a sigh of relief.
Subsequently, the vehicle also quickly drove away.
A few minutes later.
Three figures walked out from the corner of the house.
"Madison, didn't I tell you to just kill those old geezers directly? Why did you only make this little bit of wind? Could it be that recently after reviving... your power has weakened?"
A girl with straight bangs said, crossing her arms.
"If so, then the candidate for Queenie's 'Witchcraft Assistant' might have to be replaced."
Madison Montgomery, still wearing an all-black long dress, snorted coldly upon hearing this.
"These people are just here to visit. Causing deaths will only bring greater trouble. Do you want the matter of the combined witchcraft to be exposed?"
"You!"
"Besides, she hasn't even gotten the 'Supreme Witch position' yet. Even if someone were to serve as an assistant, I should be looking for that Ms. Jenny, shouldn't I?" Madison said unhurriedly.
The scene became somewhat tense for a moment.
"You don't need to test me," spoke another girl with pitch-black long hair.
She had distinct and exquisite facial features, with heavy black eyeshadow around her eyes. Just one look could make anyone remember this beautiful face.
But right now, Queenie's expression was indifferent, giving off an unapproachable feeling.
"I will get the Supreme Witch position very soon. As long as you fully cooperate, I will not forget the agreement between us."
Madison narrowed her eyes: "Are you sure? That Ms. Jenny is working very hard, you know."
After speaking, she raised her head and glanced at a third-floor window.
"Hmph, so what if she works hard? What she took from me, she has to spit back out! Even if she has a deep background, it's the same!" Queenie also looked at a certain window on the third floor, resentment flashing in her eyes.
Witch Academy, Third Floor.
Room 306.
This room was not small, but the only furniture on the floor was a bed and a set of table and chairs.
At this time, a young girl with short blonde hair was sitting at the table.
She was wearing a standard academy uniform, which was stained with a lot of dirt, and some places were even torn.
In front of the girl were many iron boxes, each containing an animal.
Rabbits, cats, dogs, foxes...
These animals were of various species, but every single one had wounds on its body.
Ranging from minor scratches to severe, bloody mangles.
The smell of blood mixed with the animals' own scent, filling the whole room with a pungent odor.
Jenny's nose was plugged with two balls of paper.
She brought an iron box containing a rabbit in front of her, then placed both hands on the rabbit's thigh.
There was a relatively deep wound there, and the flesh and blood underneath could already be seen.
"Don't be nervous, I'll heal you very soon!" Jenny comforted softly.
A green light surfaced between her palms. Before long, an amazing scene happened.
She saw the flesh and blood inside the rabbit's thigh rapidly growing.
Nerves, blood vessels, muscles, fur...
These soft tissues connected with each other respectively, and looked completely seamless, as if it had never been scratched.
After just one minute, this rabbit recovered its mobility.
Jenny hurriedly caught it and put it into a cage prepared beforehand.
"Phew... that leaves half." She looked at the remaining dozens of boxes, cheering herself on.
At this time, Jenny suddenly started panting heavily.
At the same time, a few wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes, and the hair at her temples also became somewhat pale.
She hurriedly picked up a wooden jar beside her.
After opening it, some black smoke wafted out from inside, and a short evil spirit with a ferocious face crawled out from within.
Jenny took out a bracelet and muttered a spell.
Soon, some Source Power separated from the surface of the spirit body, only it was mixed with a lot of evil aura.
Seeing this, the evil spirit's movements became more intense, and the bracelet in Jenny's hand was also dyed with a layer of pitch black.
Swoosh!
In the next moment, the evil spirit suddenly broke free, pouncing straight toward Jenny.
Panic flashed in the latter's eyes.
But Jenny's chest suddenly emitted a faint light, and the evil spirit opposite her immediately stopped in mid-air, its entire spirit body trembling non-stop.
Seeing this, she hurriedly began chanting the spell again, locking the evil spirit back into the wooden jar.
"Phew... that was close."
Her hair gradually returned to blonde, and the skin at the corners of her eyes became smooth again.
Jenny reached her hand into the collar of her chest and pulled out a silver crucifix.
"Good thing I have this, I wonder how Mr. William is doing now..."
A figure wearing a black robe surfaced before her eyes.
Since parting ways with that priest, Jenny had followed her father, Jack, to New Orleans.
This was where the Rosicrucian Order was stationed. Jenny's mother and the current Supreme Witch, Fiona, were old acquaintances; many years ago, the two had studied together in this Witch Academy.
Father and daughter successfully found Fiona. After learning their purpose, she very warmly accepted Jenny.
The latter would, as a new student of the Witch Academy, receive orthodox witchcraft studies in this school.
And Jack also rented a house nearby to accompany her studies.
The previously unsettled life seemed to be getting on track.
But one day, Fiona suddenly sought out Jenny and told her a secret—the Rosicrucian Order had always been preparing to overthrow the Church, and now the higher-ups had decided to launch a powerful combined witchcraft.
This witchcraft required the joint cooperation of five powerful witches.
And under the current situation, the witches capable of handling this witchcraft were extremely few.
That was why the Witch Academy started recruiting students from all over North America.
This was also an important reason why Fiona was willing to accept Jenny.
And the reason this Supreme Witch sought out Jenny was intending to have her serve as one of the main witches.
This position was extremely important; the witch serving it must be compatible with the attributes of the combined witchcraft and be able to proficiently use her own abilities.
And Jenny, as a witch descendant, inherently possessed a pure bloodline, and her innate abilities were also very powerful.
She originally wanted to refuse, but to thank Fiona for taking her in, she ultimately nodded in agreement.
Thus, Jenny began a life of arduous witchcraft practice.
Every day, many iron boxes containing injured animals were sent over. She had to heal all these animals that same day to consider her daily coursework complete.
Over time, Jenny's condition also became very exhausted.
But when her father, Jack, heard about this, he was actually very happy, and even urged Jenny to practice earnestly.
To ensure his daughter could keep up with the progress, Jack also started purchasing evil materials in the city.
These things could effectively replenish Source Power after practice, avoiding the aging phenomenon caused by excessive magic consumption.
The Witch Academy would also provide evil materials for replenishment.
But for some unknown reason, every once in a while, Jenny would receive materials of very poor quality.
These inferior goods not only retained a lot of evil aura but also contained very little Source Power.
For this, Jack could only find a few more jobs to save enough money for his daughter to buy materials.
Until one day, Jenny didn't hear any news from her father for three consecutive days.
After some inquiring, she saw her father's cold corpse in the hospital.
According to police feedback, Jack was hit by a truck on the road and ultimately died of his injuries.
But Jenny knew things were not that simple.
Because she couldn't revive her father!
With her current abilities, even living beings that had been dead for some time could be restored to their pre-death appearance.
But there was a powerful witchcraft force on her father's body that canceled out Jenny's ability.
She could only watch helplessly as her father's corpse began to rot.
Jenny sought help from Fiona, and this Supreme Witch told her the true culprit—the Voodoo sect.
This was another witch lineage; before the Rosicrucian Order arrived, Voodoo had already been stationed in New Orleans for decades.
They had a deep-seated blood feud with the Witch Association, and the splintered Rosicrucian Order naturally couldn't be spared.
In fact, the Witch Academy and the Voodoo sect had already clashed many times before.
Because Jenny was solely focused on witchcraft training, she knew little about this news.
But regardless, the Voodoo sect had already become her sworn enemy.
Fiona promised that as long as Jenny could become one of the main witches of the combined witchcraft, she would eradicate the Voodoo sect along with the Church when they overthrew it.
To avenge her father, Jenny also began practicing witchcraft even harder, and even her rest time was greatly reduced.
Time returned to the present.
Jenny put the crucifix back into her collar. Only after ensuring it was well-hidden did she breathe a sigh of relief.
In the Witch Academy, anything related to the Church was strictly forbidden. Violators would be severely punished, even expelled from the school.
Therefore, every time she used the crucifix, Jenny was on edge.
"Why hasn't Queenie come yet..."
She looked at the few empty wooden jars on the floor.
Right now, there was only one portion of evil materials left, simply unable to support Jenny to complete the rest of her witchcraft practice.
Normally at this time, Queenie should have already delivered new materials, but today it seemed there was an accident.
At the same time.
New Orleans, East District.
William, wearing casual clothes and carrying a large backpack, was walking on the street.
This was the most densely populated area in New Orleans.
Dense low buildings were piled on both sides of the road, the bricks on the ground were already very old, and there was quite a lot of industrial waste in the alleyways.
Workers wearing uniforms, cheap beer, outdated cars...
These became the synonyms for this place.
Of course, another more accurate term could be used—the Slums.
Besides this, there was another kind of scenery on the street.
William looked at the signboard of a tavern; a banner was erected there, with the words "Witches Get Out" written in conspicuous large letters on it.
Other shops around also had similar things.
"Witches only bring misfortune."
"They invaded our city, they feed on our children..."
"New Orleans belongs to New Orleanians!"
"I'm going to f*ck those witches to death!"
"..."
William rubbed his chin.
"It seems the status of witches in this city really isn't high..." he thought inwardly.
After arriving in New Orleans, he had been inquiring about the whereabouts of the local witches.
However, along the way, he didn't find any clues regarding the "witches' residence"; instead, he felt the citizens' "genuine care" for this group of people.
But in order to find the Saint's Remains, William once again pushed open the wooden door of a roadside tavern.
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