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Witch's Embrace

A protagonist with the wit and power reminiscent of Satoru Gojo is transported to a mesmerizing world, akin to a Dungeons & Dragons adventure. Landing in a holy convent filled with breathtaking figures, he encounters the intelligent and gentle Sister Heidi, whose smile melts the coldest hearts; the petite, aloof Sister Yuta, hinting at hidden depths; the erudite and graceful Sister Die, captivating all; and the mature, charismatic leader, Sister Selene, evoking admiration and fear.

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Chapter 74: The Fastest Way to Make Money

"The Witch's Convent" by DaoistaHADNk

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It was already deep into the night, yet Hawthorne was still awake. He was burning the midnight oil, which was not in line with his current regimen to take care of his health, but tonight's events were too significant for him to sleep.

He was waiting for Heidi to return; the progress on her end impacted whether his next plan could proceed.

The moon walked slowly across the night sky. As Hawthorne wrote on his planning notes, feeling his head growing heavy, he struggled to think clearly. Just then, he heard the sound of the wind outside, and a graceful figure pushed the door open.

It was Heidi; she had returned.

"Master!"

As soon as she came back, the witch immediately called out to him sweetly and then rushed into his arms. Relief flooded Hawthorne's heart as he embraced her, then softly asked, "Did you run into any trouble? How did it go?"

"No, it's not like I encounter trouble every night." Heidi chuckled lightly, then nodded slightly. "Everything went very smoothly. The tavern owner was quite perceptive; as soon as I started speaking, he understood what I meant."

She then recounted her conversation with Alan in detail. Upon hearing this, Hawthorne let out a sigh of relief. "That's good. He truly is a clever man. Now we can slowly wait for public opinion to shift."

Tonight's operation was entirely planned by Hawthorne. He knew that tavern owner Alan was one of the few in the slum who had a vague awareness of the convent's terrifying nature, which was why he had chosen to half-threaten him to help shift the narrative.

There was no way Alan could leave the South Harbor District slum. First, he was a cripple; to put it bluntly, he was almost a social outcast, unable to earn a living independently.

His current lifestyle was entirely due to his connections in the South Harbor District, so leaving here would mean giving up his greatest support, leaving him with nothing.

The convent couldn't move either; they both had to remain neighbors for many years. Moreover, the Black Staff Tower investigation team would leave in a few days, and the officials of Liberl Port would return to their disregard for this impoverished area. Therefore, maintaining a good relationship with the convent would benefit Alan immensely.

Alan was a smart man, and Hawthorne believed he knew how to prioritize, so he was likely to help with this.

However, despite having an 80% assurance, he still felt some anxiety, as he had never done anything like this before. It was only at this moment that his heart finally settled, and his eyelids began to battle each other, unable to withstand the overwhelming wave of fatigue crashing over him.

"I can't hold on any longer," he had to close his eyes. "I'll rest first, Heidi. We'll discuss everything else tomorrow."

Saying this, he lay down on the bed, almost in a state of coma, and fell into a deep sleep.

A smile crept across Heidi's lips as she softly murmured a "good night." Then she quickly shed her Nun Garb and snuggled under the covers, leaning against his arm to peacefully drift off to sleep.

The next morning, when Hawthorne was having breakfast in the kitchen with the three witches who had slept beside him, three little mosquitoes landed by their ears, and then Andinie's voice rang out: "Master, your plan worked! This morning, several places are discussing how the Black Staff Tower's investigation team was completely led around in circles by the Dark Intelligence Network!"

Hearing this, Hawthorne nodded slightly, not surprised. "The plan is progressing smoothly, but we still need to wait for public opinion to ferment for a while before we try to buy land and expand in the slum."

"Andinie, continue to monitor public sentiment and the investigation team while also looking into Die's whereabouts."

He issued the order, and afterward, Andinie replied, "Yes," before sending the mosquitoes away. Heidi, who was attending nearby, hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Master, how do you plan to prepare the money to buy the land?"

As she said this, Yuta looked up at Cuivis, "How much do we have left?"

Cuivis immediately responded like she was reciting from memory, "We have about four thousand gold coins left. If we sell some artworks and books, we might be able to raise six thousand gold coins."

This was the convent's public account, primarily sourced from the savings of the humans they had slain, and it was used for inspections, distributing porridge, and repairing the buildings, among other things.

Although most of the slain were poor and typically had little savings, their spending was minimal, which meant that over the years, their funds had remained at a considerably robust level.

"Although this amount is not insignificant, even if many residents are eager to sell, it won't be enough to buy eight thousand square meters in the slum," Cuivis said with a worried expression. "Plus, we'll need to repair the buildings afterward, so we'll need at least ten thousand gold coins... What about the little savings of the sisters?"

Hearing this, Heidi's face turned troubled. "I don't have anything left. The money I used to help Master buy the Grimoire was borrowed from Die."

Yuta's expression was also not good. "I don't have a habit of saving either. As far as I know, Andinie and Ectar don't have much money either…"

The three witches fell silent, feeling anxious about the enormous funding gap they faced.

However, Hawthorne smiled slightly, as if he had a solid plan: "It seems that our main task now is to secure a large sum of money."

"Let's brainstorm together. Heidi, Yuta, Cuivis, tell me, what is the fastest way to make money in Liberl Port?"

"Robbery!" Heidi answered without hesitation, as this was the conclusion she had reached during her previous discussions with Die.

Yuta pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement with her idea.

Only Cuivis, after careful consideration, spoke hesitantly, "Perhaps doing financial business in the Central District could make money faster than robbery. It just requires a certain amount of capital, and the risks are high..."

Hawthorne nodded, looking at the witch who managed the affairs of the convent with an approving gaze: "What Cuivis said is pretty close to the correct answer."

"In other places, or to be precise, in the vast majority of places in this world, robbery is indeed the fastest way to make money."

"But this is Liberl Port, a place where all major powers in the world are vying to support agents and conduct trade, operating capital. We must not only observe the chaos at the bottom but also recognize the order and opulence at the top!"

With a burning gaze and great ambition, he slowly continued, under the puzzled looks of the three witches: "So here, the fastest way to make money is to borrow!"

Instantly, the three witches were taken aback. After a moment, Heidi donned a look of surprise and uncertainty: "So, Master, you want to go to the Central District and borrow money from those big banks?"

Hawthorne shook his head: "Wrong."

As he spoke, a smile blossomed on his lips again. "This is called attracting investment!"

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