Louis shook his head: "That's not the question."

Seeing Louis staring at her blankly, Beatrice realized that he came back in his bathrobe this time.

She lowered her head, slowly unbuttoned her thin clothes, and hooked her finger at Louis: "Come, let me turn you into a man tonight."

There was a hint of provocation in the voice.

She always looks like she never gives up.

Louis' eyes moved along her slender waist, and he could clearly hear the sound of his heart pounding.

“Does it look good?”

There was a hint of tenderness in Beatrice's eyes. At this moment, her innermost thin shirt had been exposed, as if it could be lifted up by a gust of wind.

Louis was very close to her and could feel their body temperatures gradually rising.

He was actually quite anxious.

But he doesn't want to show his impatience in front of the woman he loves.

Just as she planned to give himself a free night, he also hoped that she would grow old with him and be able to smile happily when recalling the past.

"Can I help you?"

Beatrice chuckled.

Her words were like a well-behaved kitten, gently tickling his heart.

Although Beatrice was asking, her hand had already reached towards Louis' upper body.

She unbuttoned his bathrobe slowly, then laid her head on her knees, looking at him leisurely: "Honey, do you like this?"

Louis nodded, glanced at Beatrice's trembling body, and gently lowered the curtains.

He snapped his fingers and launched a 0-level magic.

A ball of light like the rippling moonlight illuminates the small space.

Beatrice raised her head and snorted.

When Louis raised his head again, his belt was loosening.

"Do you want to be rude?"

Beatrice said softly.

Louis shook his head: "Follow my pace."

Louis gently stroked her cheek.

Beatrice opened her arms meekly.

Louis' thumb gently pressed on her belly button, and soon her face turned red.

Only at this time did Louis feel so gratified that it was really great to possess the ancestral technology of the succubus clan.

A muffled groan was faintly heard in the darkness.

Feeling the atmosphere heating up, even the moon outside the curtains quietly hid behind the clouds.

In a trance, he recalled every detail of his time with Beatrice, and said in a gentle voice that he couldn't understand:

"Beatrice, it's nice to meet you."

…

In an unknown space.

A group of women in gorgeous dresses were gathering together.

The prophecy witch Evelyn looked at Olivia, who was sitting alone at a small round table, with an expression as if she had seen a ghost, and cursed in a low voice: "Lazy witch, what on earth did you do?"

She looked at the smiling Lazy Witch with a pale face and cursed, "The lines are starting to become confusing and indistinguishable."

Olivia smiled and said, "Whether it's a mess or not, it has nothing to do with you, right? Just do your job and do your foreseeable work."

When she said this, her body suddenly paused, and she lowered her head and held the teacup.

"It looks like they've finally reached this point."

When she raised her head, the expression on her face became a little strange: "So you don't agree?"

The prophecy witch Evelyn snorted coldly: "You ask others, I am neutral."

Or she didn't dare to make a choice.

Olivia looked at her with a smile, knowing that this was the limit of what Evelin could do.

She turned her gaze to the three people at another table.

"Love, thorns, and lust, what do you think?"

The Kind Witch, the oldest and possibly the most powerful witch in the Witch Tea Party, was now smiling and holding her face, looking at Olivia and said, "If I agree to you, can you give me the chips I want?"

Olivia smiled and said:

"If I can't give it to you, it's impossible for others to give it to me."

The Kind Witch smiled and said, "Okay, I agree unilaterally on my own behalf."

Olivia nodded and looked at the Thorn Witch next to her.

The Thorn Witch's body was entangled in thorns. The sharp thorns pierced into the flesh, and blood could be vaguely seen seeping into the thorns, dyeing the dark green thorns red.

Not long after, she said:

"It hurts, right? It's like this, do you still want to persist?"

The other witches who attended the tea party didn't dare to breathe. After hearing the Thorn Witch's nonsensical words, some of them didn't understand what she meant.

Only the prophecy witch Evelyn seemed to have guessed something and was deep in thought.

Olivia said: "So what's your choice?"

The Thorn Witch is a witch with a slim figure. If you ignore the thorns on her body, she is also a beauty.

At this moment, she tilted her head and thought for a moment, and suddenly knocked gently on the thorns that were entangled with her.

With a "whoosh", thorns pierced directly into her left eye socket.

The strange thing is that although the scene looked so horrifying, there was not a trace of blood.

After a moment, when the thorns left her eye sockets, they brought out a ball of light.

"I hope you'll be successful this time."

Olivia nodded and took the ball of light from the Thorn Witch.

She looked at the Lustful Witch, "Do you want to object?"

The lustful witch is named Celia, an adult woman with red hair and a good figure. It seems that time has not taken away her time.

She looked at Olivia with undisguised disgust on her face.

Celia looked at Olivia with a cold face and said, "If I object, will you choose to give up?"

The Black Swan shook his head.

She will not turn back from what she has decided to do, even if she hits a wall.

The Lustful Witch said, "Are you so sure that I am willing to support you? Don't forget that we are enemies."

Olivia smiled and said, "No, that's not right. You are not my enemy."

There was an unstoppable malice in her smile: "How could he be an enemy? You are not really lustful."

Celia's expression changed slightly, and after a moment, her face changed slightly.

Seeing Celia's expression change, Olivia finally revealed an undisguised smile on her face: "What, you don't want to pretend anymore? You want to take possession of something that's not yours? Do you think you can avoid paying the price by hiding it from the world?"

A group of witches lowered their heads subconsciously.

The Witch of Kindness.

The Witch of Thorns.

Lustful witch.

He is the most powerful one in the Witch Tea Party.

It can be said that the reason why the witches can hide in this little house and live happily without being easily exploited by external forces is because of those more powerful witches.

Especially the lustful witch.

The title of this witch comes from lust, a great sin of a certain generation in the past.

That witch was a natural born witch, so she used her own abilities to develop a lot of power systems for deadly sins.

Even the power of the witch is deeply integrated with the great sin.

Later, the witch died.

She was eaten up bite by bite by the more than two thousand men she fell in love with.

Yes.

Literal meaning.

The witch was eaten clean by those crazy men, not even a bone was left.

Witch is more like a race than a profession.

Although the number is limited, most witches can be traced back to certain witches that have appeared in history.

In the same era, there will only be one witch holding power.

Celia's predecessor the witch had been dead for many years, but her aftereffects were still entangled with the power of the great sin.

It is precisely because of this that she is able to borrow the power of the great sin to a certain extent.

Or rather...it's more like plagiarism.

But now, a look of uneasiness and even fear appeared on her face: "Lazy, what on earth did you do!"

Her expression gradually became crazy, as if she wanted to tear Olivia apart alive.

Olivia said playfully:

"Is the power of sin so easy to steal? Why do you think your predecessors met their demise?"

"Idiot, you are obviously not the real owner of the great sin, yet you still want to take over the authority of the great sin. Aren't you afraid of the backlash of the great sin?"

Black Swan suddenly realized and said with a smile:

"Oh, I forgot to remind you."

She had a pure smile on her face and said with a smile: "Ms. Celia, thank you for nurturing and growing it over the years. Of course, if I tell you now, I'm afraid you won't be able to hear it."

Under the astonished gazes of the witches, dense cracks instantly appeared on her body.

It was clearly flesh, but at this moment it seemed to become like glass and shattered with just a single hit.

Olivia clapped her hands, and Celia instantly turned into powder.

She held her face and said:

"What a shame. Although I understand that you want to monopolize the power of the Lust Person, you are not the chosen ones after all."

"It is only natural that if you try to get your hands on someone else's things, you will be retaliated against when the original owner wakes up."

She walked over and picked up a thin fragment from the bloody sand:

"I recovered her fragments, is that okay?"

The scene was silent.

The Witch of Kindness sighed and snapped her fingers, causing a larger fragment to fly into Olivia's hands.

The Thorn Witch didn't say a word, she had already given everything she could.

Fragments of the witch.

This is the official name given to the thing by the three witches.

Every witch has her own piece of witch fragment.

The fragments contain part of the witch's power.

Although it is only a small part, the power that can be exerted is really too little. It can be said that a simple witch is basically useless.

But if the number is large enough, that's another matter.

Olivia turned to look at the other witches and said calmly:

"What about you guys? I don't like to get physical, so I hope you guys can take the initiative."

Some witches frowned, but still handed over their fragments in fear.

Some witches were watching the show, and when they saw this situation, they took the initiative to give up their own fragments.

Some witches who were on good terms with the Witch of Kindness and the Witch of Thorns thought for a moment and decided to give their support.

In the end, only a very small number of witches had not yet taken action.

But after discovering that most of the witches chose to surrender, seeing that the situation was irreversible, he had no choice but to hand over the fragments reluctantly.

Olivia glanced at the witches and absorbed all the fragments into her body.

Countless chaotic forces twisted in her body, as if they were about to explode at any time.

But a stagnant force was added to the power of the witch fragments.

It was like a stabilizer, helping her sort out the chaotic power in an instant.

That is the power of laziness, the great sin.

These fragments of power quickly merged in Olivia's body, and eventually turned into a small crown that appeared above Olivia's head.

The Kind Witch smiled and said, "Congratulations, Witch King of the new millennium."

Yes, the Witch Fragment has one and only one use.

In the process of mutual reorganization and integration, various forces are mixed together and collide with each other.

If one can survive this stage, these witch powers of the same origin will gather in the witch's body to form a new individual.

That is an existence that exceeds the status of the Great Witch.

More often than not, people in history like to call this special witch who is a mixture of chaos as——

The Witch King.

It’s a pity that this method, which seems to be able to mass-produce the Witch King, has basically zero possibility of realization.

As a "race" rather than a "profession", they do not have much heritage accumulation.

The birth of the Witch King is a myth.

Just like everyone knows that above the giant slime there is the kingdom slime, but no one has ever seen the natural birth of the kingdom slime.

No one has even seen this kind of dangerous monster for many years.

The same is true for the Witch King.

But this also means that once a witch officially takes this position...

The witches who had dared to look Olivia in the eye before lowered their heads one after another:

"Meet the Witch King."

——Yes, even without fighting, other witches will choose to surrender.

Olivia clenched her palms, feeling the power spreading through her body, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Not only was all the strength lost because of Louis restored, but he also took the crucial step.

Black Swan, officially promoted to demigod.

Then next, she should see how to deal with that guy.

"Rage... and the dark hand hiding behind it. I look forward to fighting with you."

But after a while, she showed an embarrassed expression again.

"Is this guy a cow? Why hasn't it ended yet?"

Her cold expression frightened the witches.

I didn’t expect that after obtaining the authority of the Witch King, the monster was directly promoted to demigod.

Especially the prophecy witch, her face turned green now.

When the black swan looked at her with a fierce gaze, she instantly got furious:

"You promised never to force me to make a prophecy!"

The Black Swan smiled and said:

"Of course, I keep my word, but if you offered to help on your own initiative, that's another matter."

Evelyn: ???

Tears burst out.

(End of this chapter)