Chapter 278: The Bitchy Pretty Witch (Part 6)
Even according to the original rules, a portion of high-quality material wouldn't sell for five silver coins.
"Hmph, saying so much, so you were harboring this purpose all along."
Queenie's tone instantly turned cold.
"Let me guess, from now on, low-quality materials will be out of stock long-term, leaving only high-quality ones, right?"
These words awakened the witches present, and they joined the condemnation one after another.
"Don't be anxious, everyone, inspect the goods first."
William said as he took out a silver jar and placed it on the table.
Doubt flickered in Queenie's eyes. She proactively stepped forward and reached out her hand, and faint magic fluctuations appeared in her palm.
"75% purity high-quality material. What are you trying to express."
She withdrew her hand, continuing to stare coldly at William.
"From now on, materials of this quality will all be one silver coin," William said.
"What?" Queenie suspected there was a problem with her ears.
The other witches, including Zoe, were also stunned.
"Didn't you just say..."
Queenie reached for the silver jar again; she thought her probing had gone wrong.
But at this time, William took out another silver jar: "This portion is the high-quality material, 5 silver coins a portion."
Queenie looked suspicious, hovering her hand over the jar again.
The next moment, her expression changed.
Seemingly unconvinced, she repeatedly checked it multiple times.
Seeing Queenie's expression, the surrounding witches also leaned in curiously.
"The purity of the material is actually... 85%!" Queenie opened her mouth wide.
She had been at the Witch Academy for some time now and had never seen such a scarce commodity.
Hearing this, a chorus of gasps arose among the girls.
"Charging 5 silver coins for this thing, is that not okay?" William said in a calm tone. Queenie gulped.
Evil materials of this quality would fetch a hefty price even if sold outside. Let alone 5 coins, even double that would be worth it.
After all, the higher the purity, the less residual evil aura there was.
For anyone using supernatural powers, this undoubtedly greatly reduced the risk of losing their lives.
"Starting today, materials with a purity below 80% will be charged one silver coin..."
Seeing the girls not speaking, William publicly announced this rule.
"Hey! You gu—Hiss~ It hurts!"
One witch had just opened her mouth when she was interrupted by a pinch from a friend beside her.
"Mr... William, is this rule real? You're not lying to us?" The witch who pinched her friend spoke up, her form of address having already changed.
"Do I not need to roll in the sheets with you?"
"If you have other fetishes, then... then that's not impossible either..."
"I still think the materials have been poisoned!"
"..."
The witches hesitated, speaking up one after another.
Life here had taught them the principle that "there is no free lunch in this world."
They found it hard to believe that they could enjoy such fair, reasonable, and high-quality things without paying any extra price.
"Well, if you guys can't eat or sleep well without paying a bit more..." William shrugged, "We can also charge according to the original prices."
"No, no! This price is great!"
"Right! As long as there are no men around, I can sleep fine. Of course... if it's you, Mr. William, that's okay too..."
"..."
For a moment, all the witches stared at this man who was changing their lives.
Zoe watched this scene with joy. When she looked towards the man by the window again, her heartbeat quickened a few beats.
Jenny's lips also carried a faint smile.
"Mr. William is so amazing. It seems he can solve any kind of problem," she thought inwardly.
Queenie's gaze burned. At this moment, two emotions arose in her heart, clashing fiercely with each other.
Under William's direction, the materials were quickly distributed, and almost every witch personally thanked him before leaving.
During this time, he also encountered Madison.
This "old friend" was startled from the moment William revealed his face, and then kept hiding in the crowd.
A large part of the reason Madison came to the Witch Academy was because of William.
She believed her amnesia was related to the other party, so she instinctively wanted to stay away from him.
But right now, for the sake of the combined witchcraft, Madison had no choice but to meet William.
She could only try her best to act as normal as possible and guarantee not to expose William's identity.
Regarding this, William wasn't worried either.
First, the "emotional aura" on Madison proved she wasn't lying. Second, with William's current strength, very few people could make him stay against his will.
After the witches had all left, Mrs. Willa finally approached.
"You altered the rules without authorization. I will definitely report this to Ms. Fiona!" she said viciously.
"Suit yourself."
William brushed his collar.
"I also wouldn't mind exposing your secret sabotage, reckless waste of materials, and failure to fulfill your duties."
"You!" Mrs. Willa's chest heaved violently. "If I'm the one calling the shots here in the future, you can go back to how things were before. Of course, you can go find that lady right now. The choice is yours," William said in a flat tone.
Mrs. Willa's eyes flickered uncertainly. A moment later, she snorted coldly and left.
William smiled slightly.
Regardless of what this middle-aged woman chose, he had already prepared countermeasures.
Of course, causing this scene was also intentional on his part.
The matters here couldn't be kept hidden. When the time came, he would see how that Supreme Witch reacted.
Afternoon quickly arrived.
Because the material quality this time was not low, even at the same purity, the materials in the witches' hands were far superior to ordinary goods on the market.
Therefore, when the materials office opened in the afternoon, only a small number of witches who were absent in the morning came, and William quickly sent them away.
Subsequently, he also declined Zoe's invitation to stroll the streets together. Taking advantage of the low foot traffic, he sneaked up to the third floor of the academy—the residence of the Supreme Witch, Fiona.
Tap... Tap...
The sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor echoed in the corridor.
The long-haired male butler arrived in front of a pure white door, inlaid with some gold decorations.
Knock... Knock...
He knocked on the door.
"Come in."
A mature woman's voice rang out from inside.
The butler pushed open the door and saw that elegant figure standing by the window.
He walked behind Fiona and raised his hands to gesture: Something happened at the materials claiming area this morning...
A moment later, Fiona exhaled a smoke ring: "I know."
The room fell into a brief silence.
The butler hesitated for a moment, then raised his hands again: Do you need me to investigate that assistant's background?
"Hehe, no rush." Fiona chuckled lightly.
"The ability to raise the purity of materials to 85%. Such skill would be fought over even by the Association."
She reached out to grab an ashtray but accidentally knocked it onto the floor.
At this time, the butler immediately stepped forward, then kneeled beside her legs, raising both hands above his head.
Fiona smiled.
She pressed the butler's hands down, then bent over to reach for the ashtray, her dress hem and hair just happening to brush across his face.
A faint fragrance instantly permeated the air.
He closed his eyes, indulging himself to the fullest in this moment.
Fiona pulled the butler up and spoke again: "For that person to be so eager to expose his trump cards, he must just want to catch my attention."
She exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Regardless of the other party's background, let him wait for a while. Right now, the combined witchcraft is the most important thing."
"Besides, with high-quality materials, this group of girls will definitely work harder. Maybe a few exceptionally talented witch bloodlines will pop up, saving me the trouble of finding them one by one."
"Oh right, this can also shut Foxx's mouth!"
Fiona's tone suddenly became cheerful.
"Saves my good daughter from condemning her mother for being cold-blooded every day."
She stubbed out the cigarette.
"Let's arrange it like this. I'm going out tonight; I'll leave the rest to you."
The male butler nodded. After cleaning up the floor, he quickly left.
Third Floor, inside the roof mezzanine ventilation duct.
William lay there quietly. "Leaving an individual of unknown origin in the academy, just to ensure the combined witchcraft..." he thought inwardly.
While William was pondering, Fiona also drew the curtains.
Subsequently, she untied the thin string at her waist, and the black long dress quickly slipped to the floor.
An alluring figure was revealed before his eyes.
William blinked.
To ensure she didn't discover him, he looked even more carefully.
Fiona stepped barefoot on the wooden floor and walked in front of a full-length mirror.
She was so beautiful in the mirror.
Fair skin, a pair of well-proportioned and slender beautiful legs, rounded and perky buttocks, and a full, beautiful chest.
This body had unknowingly stirred the inner desires of countless men.
But Fiona touched her cheeks; the wrinkles carved by time were so clear.
Now, this body was merely displaying the final beauty of a withered leaf before it falls to the ground.
A Supreme Witch's life cannot exist eternally.
Whenever a new successor appears, the current Supreme Witch will age at an accelerated rate to make way for the next one.
And there is only one way to change this rule.
"No one can replace me." Fiona clenched her fists.
Splash... Splash...
The sound of running water soon echoed from the bathroom.
William took this opportunity to leave the third floor.
Earlier at the tavern, he had learned from Queenie that Fiona frequently went out.
Since he bumped into it now, he naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity, so he changed his plan of searching the Supreme Witch's room.
Before long, Fiona walked out the door wearing a black long dress.
By this time, the sun had already set. The streetlamps by the road cast a dim light, and her outfit provided strong concealment.
Fiona got into a car and then drove into the night.
New Orleans East District.
Outside a roadside hair salon.
After parking the car, Fiona walked straight toward the hair salon.
From an angle she didn't notice, a dark shadow darted into the greenery next to the shop first.
A strong man guarded the shop entrance.
Seeing her approach, the man immediately blocked her way.
"I'm looking for Marie. Go announce me; she knows I'm here." Fiona's tone was calm.
The man narrowed his eyes, then turned and walked into the shop.
Before long, the door opened again, and the man stepped aside.
Fiona tugged at her collar and walked past the man's gaze.
The shop was filled with a strange fragrance.
Animal skull heads hung on old glass, red candles were placed on the grayish-white floor, and a chair decorated with feathers sat further inside.
A dark-skinned woman sat upright on it.
She had dreadlocks and looked to be in her thirties. Her exquisite facial features exuded an exotic, beautiful charm.
"Are you here to seek death?" Marie Laveau's eyes were cold.
Fiona smiled slightly: "Relax, Laveau. This is just a friendly visit."
"Friendly?"
Marie's tone was sarcastic.
"Given the past life-and-death blood feuds between the Academy faction and the Voodoo sect, I can only view this behavior as a provocation."
"Just like if you ran to the Vatican right now and talked about 'friendship' with those perverted old men, do you think the Church would let you off?"
Fiona wasn't angered: "I came today because of the power passage."
Hearing this, Marie narrowed her eyes, then gestured to both sides. Several Voodoo members in the room quickly left.
"It seems we can still sit down and have a proper conversation." Fiona turned her head back.
"Before my patience runs out, you'd better speak faster," Marie said.
Fiona patted the sofa and then slowly sat down.
"I have found the power passage unique to the Church. The location is exactly at the edge of the Orleans Forest."
William, outside the house, narrowed his eyes.
"Oh? Do you have evidence?" Marie asked.
Fiona took a piece of bone from her bag: "This thing came from the Holy Clergy Member guarding that place."
Marie reached out and took it, her expression quickly turning solemn.
She took some powder from the bottles and jars beside her and sprinkled it in the air, then chanted a few spells.
Before long, a spirit thread appeared on the surface of the bone, extending all the way into the pitch-black night.
"To still have Holy Power residue after being dead for so long, this person must have already cultivated to the 'Spirit Bridge' stage while alive."
"Voodoo has some skills after all."
"Hmph. Only a power passage is worth a Holy Clergy Member of this strength defending to the death."
Fiona put the bone away.
"The power passage, or rather... the Source Power passage. This is the source of all supernatural power in the world."
"The Church, witches, knights, spiritual mediums... even evil spirits and demons. All factions use the power within the passage to strengthen themselves and ultimately stand at the pinnacle of this world."
"And what is at the other end of the passage. Heaven? Hell? An unknowable space?"
"Heh... no one knows these things. I have flipped through many texts, but not a single one records how the power of the passage is generated."
Marie frowned: "I know these things too. You don't need to tell me."
"Heh, this is just to make you take the 'Source Power passage' a bit more seriously." Fiona smiled slightly.
"SOMEONE doesn't know!!" roared a certain mysterious individual lurking outside.
"In short, to any faction, the importance of the passage goes without saying."
Fiona lit a cigarette.
"As long as the passage is closed, the Church's power source will suffer a heavy blow, and we might even be able to kill many Holy Clergy Members in passing."
"Hmph, there is powerful rule power near the Source Power passage. Ordinary methods won't work at all." Marie threw a bucket of cold water on the idea.
"I wouldn't do something without certainty. With your information channels, you must have heard about the combined witchcraft long ago."
"So that matter was actually true..."
For the first time, Marie revealed a look of surprise.
"Using young witches as sacrifices, using their souls as sealing power... You are truly ruthless."
"If this really happens, I'm afraid the Rosicrucian Order will be targeted by all factions."
Fiona sneered: "You don't need to test me. The higher-ups have known about this for a long time. As for being targeted... heh, it's nothing compared to the thousand-year blood feud with the Church."
Marie pondered for a moment.
"If you truly intend to do this, the Voodoo sect can cooperate with you."
She looked up at Fiona: "What do you want to get from me?"
Fiona's expression didn't change, but the hand holding the cigarette secretly tightened.
"The method of immortality." She looked opposite her. "Two hundred years ago, you were already the leader of the Voodoo sect, yet today you still maintain a youthful appearance. This is what I want."
The air fell into a brief silence.
"I refuse."
A moment later, Marie spoke.
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