Chapter 276: The Bitchy Pretty Witch (Part 4)
Queenie's face was gloomy.
She didn't speak anymore, instead raising her right hand.
Accompanied by a short spell, all the sharp objects in the room flew towards William.
But immediately after, these miscellaneous items were blocked by an invisible barrier.
Queenie narrowed her eyes: "You are also a wizard?"
"Getting distracted while facing an enemy is not a good habit." William's tone was calm.
In the next moment, Queenie felt a sharp pain in her stomach.
She bent over, a look of pain on her face, and then felt her ankle being grabbed.
"You guy, what are you going to do... Mmph!!"
This man in front of her actually took off her shoe and shoved it into her mouth!!
Queenie even tasted the dryness of the dust.
To catch up with Jenny, she had specially chosen a shortcut filled with garbage today.
This was simply a humiliation!
But before Queenie could resist, her hands and feet were tied up by a thin rope.
No matter how she used witchcraft, she couldn't break free.
"Impossible! This person actually restricted my power."
A trace of panic flashed in her eyes as she finally realized her situation.
Jenny aside also shrank into a corner.
"This rope looks a bit familiar," she thought inwardly.
At this time, she met a scrutinizing gaze.
"N-no..."
Jenny shook her head desperately, but the next moment, a shoe was also stuffed into her mouth.
"Ladies," William clapped his hands.
"I am a person who values efficiency the most, and I will only give you one chance. If you hide anything during the upcoming questioning..."
He paused here.
"Then I will strip off your clothes, parade you across the streets to the place with the most homeless people, and then give you to them."
"You can try to imagine that scene."
As soon as his voice fell, both young girls gulped, and a bit more fear appeared in their gazes toward William.
Especially Queenie, whose complexion turned very poor, her shoulders trembling slightly.
"I will question you one by one later; I advise you not to challenge my patience."
William clenched his fist after speaking.
Subsequently, Queenie and Jenny found the surroundings become exceptionally quiet; the two could no longer hear the movements on the other's body.
This was another method of using the isolation magic array. William had long made ample preparations outside the room.
He came in front of Queenie and took the shoe out of the other party's mouth.
"What is the combined witchcraft."
Queenie didn't answer immediately, instead looking up with a glance.
In the next moment, she felt a strong hand grab her collar.
Riiiip~
The sleeve of the black long dress was torn off.
Many ferocious scenes also flashed before Queenie's eyes.
"Don't! Please! I'll talk!"
Queenie curled up on the floor, her body trembling non-stop.
Seeing this, William narrowed his eyes.
"Combined... witchcraft is a spell that isolates power..."
According to Queenie's description, the combined witchcraft consisted of five parts, namely "Bloodline, Time, Element, Soul, Memory."
Each part had a "Main Witch" responsible for presiding over the corresponding witchcraft.
For example, the witchcraft of the Bloodline part required the witch to possess a very powerful witch inheritance power.
Therefore, this position was currently held by the Supreme Witch's daughter, Fox.
Once the combined witchcraft was released, it could make Holy Clergy Members completely lose their Holy Power.
Hearing this, William raised an eyebrow.
Holy Power originated from Heaven. He didn't believe that a mere witchcraft could suppress this kind of cross-dimensional power.
But these words were also just what Queenie heard from the academy, and couldn't be verified right now.
"Second question, where have the witches been recently."
Queenie was stunned for a moment, revealing a look of recollection.
A moment later, she shook her head: "Fiona does go out often, but... she wouldn't tell us. I... I'm not lying to you."
William nodded secretly. He observed this girl's emotions the entire time and confirmed she wasn't lying.
"Last question, what is at the edge of the Orleans forest."
"Forest... edge." Queenie shook her head again. "I haven't been there."
Seeing he couldn't get any more information, William immediately walked in front of Queenie.
"Don't... I've said everything I know, I!"
Queenie fainted halfway through her sentence.
William withdrew his palm and then came over to Jenny's side.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
Jenny shook her head desperately, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.
"Long time no see."
But then she heard a familiar voice.
William took off his mask and helped untie Jenny.
"William!"
Jenny's eyes were full of pleasant surprise, momentarily stunned in place.
"I'm not dreaming, am I? Hiss~ It hurts!" She rubbed her forearm.
"Why are you here!"
"It's a long story."
The two told each other about their situations.
"It seems that to get clues about the Saint's Remains, I still have to infiltrate the Witch School," William pondered.
"What do we do now? Are we just going to leave her here like this?" Jenny pointed to the floor.
"You can kill her. I know a secluded place nearby." William narrowed his eyes.
Jenny hurriedly waved her hands: "After... after all, I took her position first. Let's... let her go."
William frowned: "Letting go of someone who tried to kill you is equivalent to giving the other party a second chance."
Jenny clenched her fists: "B-But."
Seeing the other party's hesitant expression, William didn't urge her further.
Experiences teach better than words.
Anyway, this witch named Queenie didn't know his identity, and killing a witch might hinder his upcoming infiltration.
But William wouldn't let the other party off that easily either.
Thinking of this, he took out a bottle of Holy Water, poured it down Queenie's throat, and arranged a small restriction magic array on her body.
"Let's go, to the Witch School."
The two quickly left the tavern.
Another hour passed, and Denise poked her head out the door.
Seeing the scene in the room, she was startled.
Before long, Denise helped the gloomy-faced Queenie to the tavern hall.
At this time, only the bartender Martin was left here.
Denise suddenly pulled Martin over and planted a kiss with her red lips.
The latter gulped, his cheeks instantly flushing red.
Denise stuck out her tongue to lick the corner of her mouth, revealing a sweet smile.
"Demon Monster Poison, isn't it a bit of a waste to use on him." Queenie frowned.
"No choice, who told him to see our faces." Denise shrugged.
Not long after the two left, Martin suddenly felt his breath catch, and the blood vessels on his body also revealed a deep purple color.
He fell to the ground in pain.
Just when he thought he was going to die, a faint light suddenly glowed from his pocket.
Martin's breathing gradually calmed down, and his blood vessels also returned to normal.
Three days later, Witch School.
Fiona, wearing a black long dress, leaned against the second-floor handrail, looking down at the crowd of Witch Academy students below.
"Young ladies, after investigation by the Rose Council, Mr. Gerry from the materials distribution office severely violated the commandments and has been sent to the Rosicrucian Order for punishment," Fiona said with a serious face.
As soon as her voice fell, a cheer erupted from below.
Fiona raised a hand to press down the noise.
"To ensure the supply of materials, the academy has hired a new assistant. He will arrive this afternoon."
"He?" The crowd protested this pronoun.
"I understand everyone's concerns, but wizards capable of handling evil materials are very rare."
Fiona sighed.
"Moreover, the difficulty of obtaining evil materials has increased a lot recently, and the final selection for the combined witchcraft is also approaching."
"Everyone must cherish this opportunity. As long as you show enough ability, the 'Rose' will not bury your talent."
"As for the new assistant, we will provide him with professional training..."
At the same time, Academy Underground Warehouse.
William, dressed in a butler's uniform, followed behind a middle-aged woman wearing glasses.
After saving Jenny earlier, he had been looking for a way to enter the Witch Academy. He didn't expect that he would actually wait until one—because of a manpower shortage, the academy was recruiting an assistant capable of handling evil materials.
Relying on his experience in the Exorcism Workshop, he easily infiltrated the place.
"The purification of evil materials is very important; only a purity of 60% or higher meets the academy's requirements. No matter what methods you use, when it's time for the witches to claim their materials, the items must be on the table."
The middle-aged woman turned around with a serious tone.
"Otherwise, all the herbs in your quota will be deducted."
"Does the Witch Academy play this game too..." William roasted inwardly.
But outwardly, he still nodded and said: "I understand. Is this a week's supply?"
He pointed to two rows of wooden shelves filled with silver jars.
"A week?" The middle-aged woman sneered. "Do you think you're here on vacation? These materials must be processed within today."
"You're considered lucky. If it were a few days ago, there would be at least double the amount."
She pointed to several empty wooden shelves nearby.
William frowned slightly: "Even if two people work together, completing these will take until sunrise tomorrow, right."
"There are no two people."
The middle-aged woman suddenly spoke.
"I have other work to deal with, these are all yours tonight."
She took out a glass bottle as she spoke.
"This is a potion that can reduce evil pollution. I know you work hard, so I specially applied for a bottle for you."
William narrowed his eyes, staring at the glass bottle.
When processing evil materials, the evil aura inside inevitably leaks out, so this is a highly dangerous job.
The Church's Exorcism Workshop has specialized magic arrays to deal with this situation, but the Witch Academy was clearly much further behind.
The warehouse only had some simple defensive witchcraft, which was hardly effective. Staying in this kind of place to process materials... was no different from suicide.
And the Witch Academy obviously didn't care about this.
Also, this person in front of him...
Jenny had mentioned to him that the materials distribution office had a total of two people taking turns in shifts.
Right now, the middle-aged woman was clearly bullying him for being a newcomer, so she threw all the work to him.
As for that bottle of potion... Hmph, even if the Witch Academy had provided other protective items, they were probably embezzled by this guy too.
"Take it."
Perhaps afraid William would notice something wrong, the middle-aged woman shoved the glass bottle to him.
"The work at the materials office is just this. I'll come help you distribute them tomorrow morning, you hurry up and get to work."
After saying this, she put down a key and then left William standing there.
"Although this 'colleague' is very treacherous, it will also make it much more convenient for me to act alone later," William pondered secretly.
If there was anyone in this academy who knew the location of the Saint's Remains, that Witch Fiona was obviously the most likely.
But with his current status, it would probably be very difficult to speak with that Dean.
"It seems I really have to work seriously for a bit, and incidentally gather information on the witches' strength. If all else fails, I'll just tie someone up," William thought inwardly.
He picked up a silver jar.
"Didn't expect to return to my old profession."
"Given the danger of evil materials, a slightly higher loss during processing... should be very normal, right?"
The corners of William's mouth curled up slightly.
Subsequently, he suddenly turned his head to look down the corridor.
Before long, footsteps came from there.
"I wonder what the guy distributing materials this time looks like."
"Hmph, as long as it's not like that Gerry."
"Before he knows the rules, let's go scare him first. Maybe we can get materials for free in the future..."
Three young witches appeared at the corner of the corridor.
Behind them, the witch Zoe also followed from a distance.
"Hey, are you the new assistant?"
In front of the materials distribution office, the three witches blocked the doorway.
William nodded calmly.
"Looks pretty good."
The three's gazes roamed back and forth over William's body.
"Hey, we want to claim three... six portions of materials. The purity must be above 70%," one of them spoke.
William said: "Sorry, it doesn't seem to be claim time right now."
"W-we need them urgently. This was approved by Ms. Fiona!"
"Is that so." William stepped aside. "Then I indeed cannot refuse. However... the materials processed today have already been used up."
Hearing this, disappointment flashed across the three's faces. "Are there no extra leftovers in the cabinet!"
"Regretfully, no. But if you are willing to use unprocessed materials... that's fine too."
"Hey! This really is a witchcraft rookie! How do you use unprocessed materials!" the three witches mocked.
"Then my hands are tied." William smiled slightly, not angry.
"You! You process them for us right now."
"That's right, we are main witches. If the progress of the combined witchcraft is delayed, you'll be fired!"
William shrugged: "But I heard that main witches don't seem to need to come claim materials personally."
"What do you mean by that!"
"Are you saying we're not worthy!"
William raised a hand and pressed down: "Don't get excited, ladies."
"I was merely describing an objective fact. I don't know why you suddenly brought up 'worthy or not'?"
As soon as his voice fell, anger surfaced on the three witches' faces.
"This guy is mocking us!"
One of them immediately took out her bracelet and chanted a spell, and then all the silver jars in the warehouse began to shake.
"Stop it!"
At this time, another voice rang out.
"Using witchcraft is forbidden at the materials distribution office. Do you all want to be kicked out!" Zoe walked over with her arms crossed.
The three witches immediately put away their witchcraft, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.
"Are you okay? Don't mind their words."
Only then did William carefully observe this newly arrived witch.
A pure face, pale blonde long hair, giving off a girl-next-door vibe.
"So it's her."
William recognized the other party.
The former was precisely the witch in the original work with the title "Black Widow." As long as she had intimate contact with a man, the latter would immediately bleed from his nose and die.
"I'm fine. Luckily you were here, otherwise, who knows what those guys would have done." William smiled slightly.
Zoe was stunned for a moment.
The sudden warm smile made her heartbeat skip a beat.
She brushed her hair, seemingly not expecting this new assistant to be so easygoing.
"Are... are you a wizard too?"
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