Chapter 275: The Bitchy Pretty Witch (Part 3)
For the past while, her father's cold face had frequently appeared in Jenny's dreams.
And she had been secretly inquiring about news of that person, thus gaining a better understanding of the Voodoo sect's background.
But the more she knew, the more hopeless Jenny felt about revenge.
That witch, Marie Laveau, was already the leader of the Voodoo sect a century ago, and her position remained stable today.
This indicated that the other party had mastered powerful life witchcraft, the only way to maintain her youth.
And the century-long accumulation of a witch could not possibly be matched by a novice witch.
Therefore, Jenny could only pin her hopes on the combined witchcraft.
But today, that witch was actually injured!
She tried to steady her breathing and asked: "Is that witch seriously injured? Where is she now?"
"I heard she's at a tavern in the East District of New Orleans. As for her injuries, I'm not too sure, I only know the Voodoo sect has recalled many people recently."
Queenie revealed a look of recollection, then looked at Jenny again.
"You know that witch? Given the relationship between the academy and the Voodoo sect, I advise you to interact with them less."
Because the Witch Academy faction and the Voodoo sect frequently clashed, casualties between them were not considered new.
Therefore, no one would pay attention to the death of Jenny's father, except, of course, for some with ulterior motives.
"No... I was just curious. In that case, Ms. Fiona should drive them out of New Orleans, right," Jenny squeezed out a small smile.
"I'm afraid that's very difficult," Queenie spoke again.
"At this stage, the Dean's energy is focused on the combined witchcraft. To rush the progress, we might be grounded for a while soon."
Jenny lowered her head upon hearing this.
Some time ago, the Church suddenly tightened its manpower across North America. This matter attracted high attention among major exorcism organizations.
Although most people didn't know the Church's purpose, because of her mother's relationship, Jenny still heard some news from Fiona—the Church had found a passage that might lead to an unknowable space.
Given the special nature of that place in the supernatural world, the Church was very likely preparing some secret killer move.
And the Rosicrucian Order had just publicly opposed the Church.
That was why the higher-ups initiated the "Combined Witchcraft" plan; this was an important means for the Rosicrucian Order to counter the Church.
Right now, the training volume for witchcraft was increasing day by day, and Jenny could feel that sense of urgency, so Queenie's guess was very likely to happen.
Thinking of this, Jenny smiled.
"Alright, these are not things we should be worrying about."
She took Queenie's hand.
"Don't you still have to go sort witchcraft materials? You better go quickly, or Ms. Fox will scold you again."
As a main witch, one only needed to focus on training the corresponding witchcraft; the rest of the daily chores were handled by dedicated personnel.
But witchcraft assistants were different. Besides assisting the main witch, they also had to handle a massive amount of tedious chores to earn the right to stay in the academy.
Both were composed of students from the Witch School. Not long ago, they were still receiving the same witchcraft training.
But after the competition for the main witch position, this group of young girls had a division of responsibilities.
The former was sought after, while the latter was like a servant.
However, the candidates for the main witch were not finalized. Before the combined witchcraft was activated, those witchcraft assistants still had a chance.
"Do you really not need me to accompany you? I see today's training volume is quite a lot; I'm afraid you won't finish by dinnertime," Queenie tilted her head to look at the table.
"Alright, don't worry, I can do it!" Jenny pushed Queenie out the door. "You go quickly!"
"Then do your best," Queenie said.
Subsequently, she said goodbye and left.
From an angle Jenny couldn't see, the corners of Queenie's mouth curled up slightly.
Back in the room, Jenny stood in front of the mirror.
The instant aging caused by the massive consumption of magic power was finally completely recovered at this moment.
Although the remaining witchcraft training was still arduous, as long as she followed the steps, she could still finish it before today's deadline.
But if she went to the city midway...
A trace of determination flashed in Jenny's eyes.
She picked up the silver jar on the table and set up defensive witchcraft nearby. After doing this, she placed her hand on the seal.
"There are many witches more suitable for the main witch position than me. If I get replaced..."
Jenny clenched her fists.
"Perhaps this is my only chance."
A dense evil aura floated in the room, and Jenny immediately felt a chill in her heart.
"Isn't this high-purity material? Why is the evil power so strong."
She found it hard to endure for a moment.
"No..."
Jenny gritted her teeth, letting her body soak in the evil aura, and pitch-black blood vessels quickly surfaced on her fair skin.
"Ugh ah..."
She kneeled on the floor, her fingers gripping the wooden floor hard, quickly leaving several scratch marks on it.
Crack... Crack...
A few pieces of transparent broken fingernails popped onto the floor, and Jenny's eyes were also dyed pitch black.
At this time, a faint light shone from her chest, and a powerful Holy Power rippled outward, instantly burning the evil aura clean wherever it passed.
Pant... Pant...
Jenny panted heavily, her chest soaked with sweat.
"You saved me again."
She held the crucifix on her chest, but at this time, this silver object had become dim and lusterless, looking like its power was exhausted.
Jenny hesitated for a moment, but still put it back into her collar, then hurriedly stood up to continue completing the remaining witchcraft training.
First Floor Garden of the Academy.
Queenie's eyebrows were tightly knit: "It didn't work on her..."
Just as she was puzzled, she suddenly saw a figure walk out from the side door.
Although the other party wore a large, round-brimmed black hat hiding her face, Queenie still recognized that it was Jenny.
She threw the herbs in her hand into a basin and quickly followed.
Third Floor, behind a large floor-to-ceiling window.
Faint smoke was blown into the air.
A woman with short blonde hair held a cigarette between her fingers, watching the two leave.
She was wearing a pure black long dress. The form-fitting outfit accentuated her alluring figure, and her fair thighs faintly showed through the skirt.
Although her face was covered in wrinkles, the woman had a noble temperament between her brows.
Tap... Tap...
Footsteps sounded in the room.
A man dressed as a butler came beside the woman, holding a silver jar in his hand.
Fiona turned her head and looked at that jar.
"Materials mixed with poison mist. Hmph, this is intending to cause a death," she placed the cigarette holder between her lips.
The butler gestured with some kind of sign language; it seemed he was unable to speak.
Butler: Do you need her brought here?
"We indeed need to catch someone."
Fiona lowered her head and thought for a moment.
"Call the people from the Rose Council. Just say Mr. Gerry, who is in charge of materials, harassed witches and embezzled materials, and has currently been caught red-handed."
The male butler froze in place upon hearing this.
Subsequently, he revealed a puzzled expression and gestured: Gerry is the descendant of Lord Augustus from the Witch Association Council. The Rosicrucian Order has just splintered off and still needs support from there. What do you think...
Fiona snorted coldly: "If it weren't for pushing the combined witchcraft, how could I let this scum in."
She took a deep breath.
"Having slept with so many witches, his son's forbidden witchcraft materials should have been collected enough. If he torments all the girls, will anyone be left for my combined witchcraft!"
The male butler immediately bowed slightly: Understood, I will do it right away.
After the butler left, Fiona extended her palm.
Subsequently, an orb of light surfaced in her palm.
Inside was a map with many dots on it, but at this time only three light dots were unusually bright, while the rest had turned gray.
"We will find the true location of the passage very soon."
Her eyes became cold.
"The Church, the next Supreme Witch... Hmph, no one can replace me."
The Tavern.
William had waited for a long time but found no anomalies.
Just as he was preparing to evacuate, a figure suddenly appeared in the corridor.
The other party's face was hidden under a wide-brimmed hat; one could only tell it was a female by the slightly bulging chest.
The black-robed person found the booth that belonged to William. Seeing no one inside, they found the one diagonally across.
It was already late, but that bartender hadn't stepped into the corridor once, even forgetting William, a customer.
The black-robed person clung to the outside of the window, slowly peeking their head in.
From William's perspective, he could see the woman named Denise leaning back in her chair, and the table suddenly had many bottles and jars on it, looking like some kind of potions.
At this time, Denise obviously noticed the movement outside the door, but she had "no defenses whatsoever."
"This person is too stupid, right... planning to make a move without observing clearly," William roasted inwardly.
He saw the black-robed person take out a bracelet from their pocket, emitting waves of energy fluctuations.
"This bracelet... looks a bit familiar." William narrowed his eyes.
Just as he was curious, another figure appeared in the corridor.
This person was also dressed in all black but didn't cover their face. The beautiful face made William couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"Uniform clothing color schemes, beautiful appearances... Did this group of witches never consider that their outfits are too eye-catching, completely unsuited for doing bad things..." The corner of William's mouth twitched.
The two in the corridor naturally didn't know there was a third party spying on them.
The latter girl came beside the first black-robed person and then grabbed the other party's wrist.
The black-robed person was immediately startled. When turning their head, the wide hat just happened to fall off.
"So it's her." William raised an eyebrow.
"Queen... Mmph!"
Jenny was muffled by Queenie as soon as she made a sound, then dragged into the room.
Thump!
Jenny fell heavily to the ground, looking up blankly.
"I thought orthodox witch descendants were hard to deal with. I didn't expect you wouldn't dare to make a move after staying at the door for so long."
Denise stood up from the stool.
"Prepared all these witchcrafts for nothing."
"Get out." Queenie's voice was cold.
Denise was about to flare up, but after seeing the former's expression, she immediately shrank back.
"Hmph, I'll go block the men outside. When you came in just now, quite a few people must have seen you."
After speaking, Denise swayed her slender waist and walked out the door.
"What's going on... Queenie, you..."
Slap!
A crisp sound echoed in the room.
Jenny covered her face, her eyes full of disbelief.
"Bitch!"
Queenie kicked Jenny on the shoulder, instantly leaving a footprint on the pure black clothes.
"Did you think having a dead mother as backing would really make you a main witch?"
Queenie grabbed Jenny's hair and delivered another slap.
A drop of blood quickly flowed from the corner of her mouth.
William frowned, but he still decided to wait a bit longer.
"What have you sacrificed to enter the academy?" Queenie's voice suddenly rose.
"Have you been stared at like a monster?"
"Have you willingly let men grope your body just to get some inferior materials?"
"Have you depleted your life force to practice witchcraft?"
"You have nothing! You're just a bitch who rose through connections!"
Queenie spat on Jenny.
"I..." Jenny spoke with difficulty, "I never thought of it that way. I'm willing to... give the main witch position to you."
"Do I need your charity?" Queenie sneered. "Hypocrite, do you think Fiona would let you take the spot for no reason?"
"The 'Time Witchcraft' part of the combined witchcraft requires the main witch to have powerful restoration abilities. I can cast the corresponding witchcraft with my eyes closed."
"But just because you innately possess this ability... that stupid woman let you take the position."
Jenny hurriedly waved her hands: "You... you misunderstood, I can only heal..."
Crash!
Queenie clenched one hand, and the mirror in the room instantly shattered.
"Use your ability!"
Jenny looked up at the other party, then slowly reached out her hand, and green light quickly surfaced on her palm.
Immediately after, an unexpected scene occurred.
The shattered glass shards on the floor rose one after another, gathered within the mirror frame, and became intact in just the blink of an eye.
Jenny's eyes widened; she had clearly never tried this before.
"Erasing a portion of an object's time. To think this ability would appear on you," Queenie gritted her teeth and said.
"However, not anymore."
As soon as her voice fell, she immediately chanted a spell.
Subsequently, Jenny found her body unable to move.
Immediately after, the floorboards in the room suddenly loosened, and skeletons crawled out from inside. Accompanying them was a massive amount of evil aura.
"Evil power can pollute human bloodlines. Just take this fallen body and go to hell to meet your bitch mother!"
Resentment flashed in Queenie's eyes, and then she controlled the remains to pounce toward Jenny.
But the next moment, she frowned.
All the skeletons in the room had stopped in place, seemingly no longer under her control.
"How is this possible!"
Before she could think further, another figure suddenly appeared in the room, and the floating evil aura also vanished into the bodies of the skeletons one after another.
"Who are you! How did you get in!"
Queenie immediately took a defensive stance, her eyes full of shock.
The witchcraft magic array around the room was enough to reach the level of a master witch. Even if Fiona came, she couldn't sneak in silently.
But the person in front of her managed to do it.
Jenny also raised her head, only to see a man wearing casual clothes in front of her, his head covered with a black cloth, obscuring his face.
"Compared to Ms. Denise outside, your combat experience can simply be described as amateurish," William spoke. He had deliberately changed his voice, so even Jenny beside him didn't recognize him.
"What... did you say?" Queenie's face darkened.
"Your accomplice at least knew to set up defensive measures in advance, while you swaggered in through the tavern."
William sneered.
"If news of this lady's death really spreads tomorrow, do you think you can escape?"
"Hiding your tracks beforehand, cleaning up the scene afterward. These are the basic procedures for killing someone."
As soon as these words came out, Jenny, sitting on the floor, was instantly stunned.
"Is... isn't this gentleman here to save me?" she thought inwardly.
Queenie clearly hadn't expected the other party to say this either. She clenched her fists, then snorted coldly: "Next time, I will pay attention."
"Besides that, your accusation against this lady is extremely ridiculous," William continued.
"You clearly know the decision-making power lies with that Fiona, yet you only dare to point your spear at your classmate. Are you not capable of confronting your principal?"
Thud... Thump...
As soon as his voice fell, all the items in the room fell to the floor.
"You guy..." Queenie stared deadly at William.
"Did you appear here just to lecture me?"
"If so, you might have found the wrong person."
The cabinets in the room suddenly fell over. Accompanied by cracking sounds, the cabinet bodies constantly caved inward, and a lot of wood shavings also fell to the floor.
But William acted as if he hadn't seen anything: "I just came out to say a few fair words, and incidentally interrogate you about some things."
Queenie sneered: "You want to interrogate me? Do you know who I am?"
William shook his head: "I don't."
"But after I beat you up, you should voluntarily tell me."
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