Chapter 274: The Bitchy Pretty Witch (Part 2)
This was a two-story tavern; judging from the decor and layout, it should be a style from decades ago.
"Sir, did you keep the room I reserved earlier for me~"
As soon as William entered, he heard a soft voice.
He looked up and saw a woman standing at the bar. A form-fitting black long dress outlined her graceful figure, and a black top hat added a touch of noble elegance.
For a moment, all the male customers in the tavern tacitly paid her their full attention.
The bartender behind the bar had a youthful face, looking about eighteen or nineteen years old.
"You... you must be Ms. Denise Dean."
The bartender's cheeks were slightly red, staring constantly at the countertop, only daring to steal a glance upwards occasionally.
"I've kept the room you wanted all along."
"Oh, really~" The woman's tone was full of joy. "Thank you so much, just call me Denise."
As soon as she finished speaking, Denise suddenly propped her elbows on the bar counter, leaning her entire body forward.
This also made her lower body even more eye-catching.
The male customers simultaneously craned their necks, their breathing quickening.
The bartender behind the bar was already flushed red in the face, his heart beating rapidly.
"What's your name." Denise said in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"M-Martin, ma'am."
"Mr. Martin." Denise tugged at the bowtie on his chest, then pulled him forward.
Martin instantly smelled a faint fragrance.
"A friend of mine just went through a breakup, so I want to treat her to a drink today, but we don't want to be disturbed..."
Denise leaned close to Martin's ear, and the latter immediately felt a warm breath.
"Can you be like a knight and guard the door for us."
At this moment, Martin's mind went completely blank. Upon hearing these words, he nodded subconsciously.
"O-okay! Ms. Den... Denise, I won't let anyone disturb you."
Smooch.
Martin suddenly felt a momentary warmth on his cheek.
"You're so nice~"
Denise chuckled lightly, then stood up and turned around, flashing a sweet smile at the hall.
The male customers hurriedly sat up straight, busying themselves with whatever was at hand.
But William heard the sound of many glasses knocking over.
Someone even put the lit end of a cigarette into his mouth, and the next moment jumped up from his seat in pain.
At this time, William also locked eyes with the woman named Denise.
The latter smiled slightly again, and then walked towards the tavern's corridor.
William narrowed his eyes.
He had also heard the conversation between this woman and the bartender just now.
But what he cared about wasn't the content of the conversation, but the woman herself.
If William wasn't mistaken, this woman used some kind of witchcraft when conversing with the bartender.
He clearly saw some kind of energy enter the bartender's eyes, and at this moment, it was still entrenched in the latter's body.
"Looks like I found my target," William thought inwardly.
He walked to the bar and placed two bills on the counter: "You have to seize the opportunity."
"Ah... Sir, what did you say?" Martin was still immersed in what happened moments ago.
William pointed to the former's cheek.
Martin was stunned for a moment, then looked at a mirror aside, only to see a bright red lip print left on his face.
His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he hurriedly reached out his sleeve to wipe it: "S-sir, you're joking. How could I be worthy of that lady."
"I see you are young and handsome; what's not to be worthy of," William smiled slightly.
Martin scratched his head upon hearing this: "Sir, you're joking."
He knew the customer in front of him was just being polite, but rarely did anyone say such things to him, so he also developed some favorable impression towards this customer.
"By the way, what would you like to drink?"
Martin saw the bills on the table, but their denomination was obviously enough to buy a whole bottle of liquor.
"I only recently traveled here, and I saw many banners hanging on the street. What's the situation?"
"So it's about this." Martin nodded. "A few months ago, an organization called the Rosicrucian Order suddenly arrived..."
The content the other party mentioned at the beginning was similar to what William had inquired about, but there were also differences.
"New Orleans also experienced the chaos of war in the past. For example, this tavern of ours used to be an execution ground. It's said that over a thousand prisoners were executed here at that time..." Martin lowered his voice and said.
William raised an eyebrow.
To choose this place as a shop address, the boss behind this tavern really had a big heart.
However, this piece of news caught his attention.
A woman suspected of being able to use witchcraft chose to host a friend in a former execution ground, and specifically bewitched the bartender to not disturb them...
This was simply writing the words "I have a conspiracy" on her face.
William immediately decided to stay and take a look.
"Do you still have private rooms here?"
"Yes we do..."
Bartender Martin quickly led William to an empty room.
Before entering the door, William deliberately glanced diagonally across; that woman from earlier was inside.
"Something like a magic array..."
There were obvious energy fluctuations outside that room.
"Sir, please do not go into other customers' rooms without permission." Perhaps seeing William constantly looking outside the door, Bartender Martin suddenly spoke up.
But he immediately realized he misspoke and hurriedly bowed his head: "Sorry, this is also to ensure you won't be disturbed."
Seeing a pink light flash in the other party's pupils, William immediately raised an eyebrow.
But he didn't point it out, merely smiling: "I understand, thank you for your trouble."
"You flatter me..."
Martin quickly returned to normal and even returned the bills William had given him earlier.
"This isn't any secret information; you can find out by asking anyone on the street. I can't take your money..."
"In that case, let me give you a local specialty then." William said, taking out a crucifix. "I bought this when I was traveling in the Vatican previously; it's not worth much."
"Thank you." Martin hesitated for a moment, but ultimately reached out and took it.
After the bartender left, William stood up again.
He first made some arrangements around the area, and only after confirming there were no problems did he secretly sneak outside the shop.
Following the window, William saw that woman sitting on the floor.
And the floor tiles around her flew up automatically, piling up block by block beside her, while a faint evil aura was emerging from underground.
"This guy's target really is the execution ground." William narrowed his eyes.
Before long, many remains appeared in the room, and the shadows of evil spirits also gradually surfaced.
But that woman didn't seem worried. Instead, she took out an amulet, trapping all those evil spirits within their remains, and then buried the bones in various corners of the room.
After doing all this, the woman made a phone call.
Due to the isolation of the energy barrier, William didn't hear the content of the conversation clearly.
But by lip-reading, he still understood one sentence—You can bring people over now.
He narrowed his eyes and immediately chose a more hidden place to wait.
Witch Academy, Underground Warehouse.
Glaring incandescent lights hung from the ceiling of the corridor, illuminating more than a dozen graceful figures below.
They were all students of this term at the academy.
At this time, these witches gathered in twos and threes, dividing into several groups in the corridor, and there was quite a distance between each group.
Confrontational gazes, disdainful expressions.
The corridor was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Directly in front of these young girls was a window, next to which hung a wooden sign with the words "Evil Materials Claim Area" written on it.
It's just that at this moment, the iron grating on the window was still closed.
Another ten minutes passed.
Clatter.
The grating was pulled up, and a middle-aged man poked his head out from inside.
"Ladies, sorry to keep you waiting. Gerry is honored to serve you~"
Gerry's facial features were not outstanding, but he had a pair of deep blue pupils. Paired with a faint stubble, he had a unique temperament.
But as soon as his voice fell, a few individual girls present immediately revealed expressions of disgust.
"The quantity of materials today is also limited. Ladies who need them urgently had better seize the opportunity." Gerry licked his lips.
A woman immediately stepped out of the line.
She swayed her hips as she approached the window, her hand naturally stroking Gerry's forearm, then placed a silver coin in his palm.
"Ms. Peggy, you are still as proactive as ever."
Gerry actually pulled up Peggy's hand in front of all the witches, then brought it to his lips and sucked on it gently.
"I have no choice~ My abilities are too low to become a main witch. If I don't work harder, I'm afraid I won't even be able to be a witchcraft assistant." Peggy's tone revealed a hint of resentment.
"Then you need evil materials even more. Come, come inside quickly and choose carefully." Gerry gripped Peggy's wrist forcefully, his eyes also full of enthusiasm.
Peggy seemed completely unbothered, immediately bypassing the window to the warehouse door.
Gerry had already opened the door.
After Peggy entered, his hand naturally felt up the former's buttocks.
"Everyone, don't rush, one at a time."
Gerry's voice came from the window, and then the grating was pulled shut again.
Before long, faint sounds of rocking came from inside.
Many sounds of disgust instantly arose in the corridor.
Madison was one of them.
"If you want to get the evil materials on time, I advise you to put away that expression."
A beautiful young girl wearing black eyeshadow spoke; it was Queenie from earlier.
"Hmph, I really don't know how a guy like this got in here. Can't the entire Witch Academy recruit anyone else?" Madison said.
"He has some connections with the higher-ups of the Rosicrucian Order." Queenie's tone was cold. "However, this disgusting guy will be going to hell very soon."
"Oh? You plan to make a move against him?"
"This is not something you should be inquiring about, Ms. Montgomery," Queenie said.
"Just like I never ask why you are so obsessed with recovering your missing memories."
"I thought we were allies."
"The Witch Academy never has allies. If you block my path, I will kill you all the same."
The two didn't chat for long before the warehouse door opened again.
Peggy walked out holding a silver jar. She tugged at her collar, completely uncaring of the strange gazes from the girls around her, and quickly disappeared deep into the corridor.
"Who else needs evil materials? We don't have much high-quality stock."
Gerry leaned against the doorframe, the buttons of his shirt casually undone.
"Ms. Zoe, didn't you just become a witchcraft assistant? Don't you need a portion of high-quality materials?"
He looked at a young girl with long pale blonde hair.
Zoe, wearing a black long dress, turned her pure face away after hearing this.
"Hey! You disgusting guy, believe it or not, I'll go tell Fiona on you!" A plump black witch stood with her hands on her hips.
"Queenie, don't waste your breath. I won't be interested in you." Gerry revealed a look of disgust.
"You guy!" Queenie immediately pulled out a fork and pressed it under her own neck.
But Gerry looked like he was watching a show, not caring in the slightest.
"Save it, your 'Damage Transfer' is useless against him." At this time, Queenie (the other witch) stepped out from the crowd.
She placed five silver coins on the table.
"Oh~ Ms. Queenie, I heard your main witch position was taken by someone else. This is truly a pity."
Gerry's eyes roamed back and forth over Queenie's body, his gaze gradually growing heated.
Queenie narrowed her eyes but let the other party scrutinize her.
"Do you need me to mention it to Fiona? If it's for you, I'm very happy to oblige." After a moment, Gerry finally spoke.
"No need," Queenie said.
"These fees are enough to pay for three portions of materials. Mr. Gerry is a person who respects the rules, he shouldn't make things difficult for me, right."
"Hehe, of course not." Gerry grabbed the silver coins, also taking the opportunity to grope Queenie's hand.
Subsequently, he turned around and entered the warehouse. When he came out again, he had a silver jar in his hand.
"This is 75% pure evil material. My sincerity towards you is not a lie," Gerry said, leaning close to Queenie's ear.
The latter clenched her fist, then picked up the jar, turned around, and left.
Gerry watched Queenie's back, a trace of viciousness flashing in his eyes.
"Next."
Academy Second Floor, Inside a Bedroom.
Queenie poked her head out to look down the corridor. Only after confirming no one was there did she gently close the door.
Immediately after, she took out a bell and hung it on the door handle, chanting a spell in her mouth.
A transparent light shield quickly appeared on the outer layer of the bedroom.
After doing all this, she went to the bed, then took out a wooden box from her clothes, engraved with some kind of rune.
Queenie laid down another defensive witchcraft before opening the box with a solemn expression.
Inside lay a pitch-black lump of flesh, emitting a pale yellow aura.
A trace of coldness flashed in Queenie's eyes.
Immediately after, she uncovered the silver jar, and a wail instantly echoed from inside.
She controlled the wooden box with witchcraft and brought it close to the opening of the silver jar.
With just a brief contact, a layer of pitch-black had already covered the silver jar.
Queenie didn't hesitate, immediately tossing the lump of flesh into the silver jar, then sealing it tight again.
The next second.
Even more intense wails came from inside, stopping only after a full minute.
Queenie cleaned up the traces around the mouth of the silver jar and restored the bedroom.
Only after doing all this did she pick up the silver jar and walk out of the bedroom.
Third Floor, Room 306.
Knock... Knock...
Queenie knocked on the door.
"Please wait a moment, coming right up!"
A sound of collisions came from inside, and then the room door was opened.
"Queenie! You finally came!" Jenny's eyes lit up.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." Queenie wore a smile on her face.
"Come in quickly!" Jenny pulled the former's arm.
After entering the door, Queenie saw the animal materials laid out in the room and narrowed her eyes, but then immediately returned to normal.
"This is today's evil material, 75% pure. It should be enough for you to complete the remaining witchcraft practice."
Queenie placed the silver jar on the table.
"That guy Gerry is on duty today, which is why I came a bit late."
Jenny looked worried upon hearing this: "He didn't do anything to you, did he!"
Queenie shook her head: "Just spent a few more silver coins."
"Then... I'll compensate you!" Jenny immediately stood up.
But Queenie reached out to pull her back:
"You are the main witch, these silver coins are inherently your share."
Jenny had no choice but to sit back down on the stool.
"I... I've always felt that you should be the main witch. Why don't I go talk to Fiona again..."
Since arriving at the Witch Academy, Queenie was one of her few friends.
"No need." Queenie's tone turned cold, but she immediately smiled again. "The Dean definitely has her purpose in making this arrangement."
"By the way, did you hear about what happened yesterday?" she suddenly changed the topic.
Jenny shook her head: "I haven't left my room since yesterday."
"An evil spirit invasion occurred in the city recently. The Voodoo sect took on this commission, but I heard..."
Queenie paused for a moment before continuing.
"I heard that the witch leader was injured during the commission and hasn't been seen for several consecutive days."
As soon as her voice fell, Jenny immediately clenched her fists.
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