Brush up the favorability and turn the heroines into bosses

Amanda naturally also knows a lot about holy magic. Although Amanda cannot use holy magic through the alchemy bird, she can teach Heatherly.

With Heatherly's amazing learning ability, it would basically only take a few minutes to learn it.

"That……"

Just as Amanda was about to speak, Black Light grabbed the alchemical bird's beak.

"Okay, okay! Reverend!"

Heatherly nodded vigorously towards Blacklett with great enthusiasm and answered in a low voice.

"Well, I'll leave it to you, Heatherly."

Blacklett let go of the alchemical bird that was struggling desperately in his hand, handed the alchemical bird to Heatherly, turned around and quickened his pace to catch up with old Tim in front of him.

As long as Heatherly can learn the holy magic, she will be able to know whether she has fallen into the illusion magic.

Now, what Hei Lai Te needs to do is to delay time and find out the whole picture of this slaughterhouse.

It was basically certain that this place was related to the "Awakening House", but was Heilite still confirming whether the "Awakening House" was related to the "immortals" he was looking for?

Staring at Old Tim's back, Heilite recalled in his mind what Annaletia had said to him about the "undead".

Even the Valkyrie Annaredia did not fully understand how the "undead" could change their bodies, and how they could suddenly replace the consciousness of the original body with the consciousness of the "undead", or whether the undead had been controlling all the bodies all the time?

"Okay, we're off to the storage warehouse next."

Old Tim, who was walking in front, stopped at this moment. He smiled and greeted Blacklett and Heatherly behind him.

Then he walked over to a "card swiper" and swiped a card on it.

Then, the door of the warehouse in front of me slowly opened.

“This is really a big deal.”

"Mr. Reverend!"

Looking at the warehouse behind the door, Heilite and Heatherly were shocked again.

What they saw was a snow-white room with neatly arranged rows of glass freezers.

That's a pig carcass floating in the glass freezer.

The bodies were dismembered very neatly, and each area was divided into different places.

In one area, all that was left were pig trotters; in another area, the culture tanks were filled with pig hind legs, as well as internal organs, bones, brains, etc.

It's as if these glass freezers took a pig apart and chose the best parts to keep.

Normally, such a scene might be seen in a laboratory, but now it appears in a slaughterhouse.

"How is it? Our host is a gourmet. He is very picky about ingredients and will strictly select the ingredients used in each dish."

Enjoying the disgusted looks on Blacklett's and Heatherly's faces of shock, Old Tim pointed to a glass freezer containing pig heads and began to introduce them with gesticulations.

"Every part of every pig has a different use, and the taste and texture are also very different."

“So if you want to enjoy the best cuisine, you have to start with these ingredients.”

"Storing these ingredients in these freezers is also to keep them in the best condition. These dishes can only be enjoyed at special banquets. These top-quality ingredients are not needed on ordinary days."

Looking at the dazzling array of glass freezers in front of him, Heilite's mood became gloomy. He took off his robe and put it on Heatherly, covered Heatherly and the alchemy bird's heads with it, and led them to sit on the chairs beside him.

If the facts were really as Blacklett guessed, then the scene before him would be extremely uncomfortable.

"So, you keep all the dissected pig parts here after they're killed? I guess your gatherings are pretty high-class, right?"

Blacklett's tone became much colder than before, but this did not cause any dissatisfaction from Old Tim.

"Of course, our gatherings are currently open to those who are invited only."

Old Tim didn't seem to be prepared to hide anything and answered Blacklett's questions directly.

To Heilite, this was tantamount to admitting that the "Awakening House" was related to the slaughterhouse.

"Okay, I see. The slaughter room should be almost ready, right? Let's go to the slaughter room."

Blacklett turned around, pulled Heatherly and walked out of the warehouse. He didn't want to stay in this warehouse full of dismembered pork.

Old Tim looked at Blacklett and Heatherly who turned and left. He kept smiling and silently closed the warehouse behind him.

When the three of them returned to the slaughterhouse, the pig that Heilite had chosen had just finished its dental examination. Under everyone's gaze, the pig was tied to a bed that looked like an operating table.

"Okay, can I start the butchering show for you now, Mr. Pastor?" Old Tim put on white gloves, picked up a sharp knife and stood aside.

The pig with its mouth blocked was still struggling hard, constantly grunting towards Blacklett, tears streaming down its cheeks.

Looking at the pig that was about to be slaughtered, Blacklett did not look at Old Tim.

"Heatherly, are you okay?"

Hearing Blacklett's question, Heatherly nodded vigorously.

"Okay, that's all, Reverend!"

"Then use it."

Blacklet no longer hid the Valkyrie armor on his body, and the armor emitting holy light and the spear appeared on his body.

Before Old Tim and the workers could react, Blacklett's spear pierced Old Tim's shoulder, and the spear swept across, knocking the workers away.

There was no one else around the pig that was fixed on the operating table. Black Light pulled the operating table over and returned to Heatherly.

"Dispel the fog, light."

This time, Heatherly still did not use the magic command spell. With her call, the holy magic descended.

The entire factory was shrouded in a warm white light, which also drowned out Blacklet, Heatherly, and the pig tied to the bed.

When the fleeting light faded, the real slaughterhouse appeared in front of Black Light and Heatherly.

Chapter 166: Feast at the Awakening House

The pig strapped to the operating table turned into a teenager with his tongue cut off.

The domestic pigs in the pigsty have now turned into humans with their hands and feet tied up and unable to speak.

The originally bright lights of the entire factory were gone, and now there were only dim candlelights hanging above everyone's heads.

"vomit……"

Heatherly's reaction was normal.

Even Blacklett's expression was extremely ugly at this moment, recalling the body parts and internal organs he had seen in the cold storage before.

Perhaps even the strongest warrior would have an ugly expression after seeing that scene?

"Old Tim, your slaughterhouse and hunting club are the so-called 'Wake Up House', right?"

Walking forward to untie the ropes that bound Rick, Blacklett stared at the old man who was crawling up from the ground with murderous eyes.

"Hahaha, 'The Awakening House' is not an organization, it's a party."

Old Tim still maintained that kind and gentle smile. He licked the blood flowing from his shoulder. The bright red blood stained the corners of his mouth, making him look a little more crazy.

The workers who were knocked out by Black Light stood up. They picked up the boning knives with an abnormal gleam in their eyes.

"That was a banquet prepared for us by Lord Viscount Terry. Only selected people could join the banquet."

“At the banquet, you can taste delicious food that you will never forget.”

"It is absolutely a gift from God that cannot be compared to any other food and cannot be replicated by any chef."

At this point Old Tim no longer had to hide his madness, nor did he need to hide it anymore.

The workers rushed towards Hewlett and Heatherly with boning knives.

Facing the attacks from the workers, Blacklett calmly untied Rick and signaled Heatherly to release the healing technique on Rick. Then, the Valkyrie spear in Blacklett's hand turned into a rainbow light and passed across the workers' necks.

"So, do you like eating people out of hobby or for some other reason? The nobles should not be short of food, and you noble lackeys should not be short of food either. Why do you still do this?"

Blacklett was referring to the people who were being tortured miserably in the pigsty. Those people seemed to be the ones Rick had mentioned as having disappeared inexplicably.

It is conceivable that if Heatherly had been caught by the hounds that night, the result would probably have been the same as these people.

Although Heilite had never thought of saving everyone in Mile City, he could not remain indifferent to what was happening before his eyes.

"Why? How foolish! Mr. Pastor, you have never tasted the food of the 'House of Awakening'. You naturally cannot understand how delicious it is and how it can bring powerful strength!"

Old Tim looked at Blacklett in armor in front of him with a mocking smile. It was not the first time he met someone like Blacklett who wanted to save his companions.

However, most of those guys who wanted to break in here to rescue their companions were eventually locked up.

The reason is simple, because old Tim is strong enough.

"As long as you have tasted the food of 'The House of Awakening', your body will have received a blessing."

"No matter how weak your magical talent was before, your body will be greatly improved after enjoying the food of the 'Awakening House'."

"For example, this body was originally only at stage one, but now it can release level four magic just like this one. Let me show you my level four magic! Level four magic, Wind Blade!"

The wind blade like a sharp blade flew towards Black Light, and the operating table between Black Light and Old Tim was cut like a cake.

The wind blade that cut through the operating table continued to fly towards Black Light, as if it could cut through Black Light's body in the next instant.

However, the guardian who suddenly appeared blocked the wind blade.

"Mr. Reverend!"

Heatherly looked at Blacklett nervously, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that her protective magic had blocked the attack in time.

Seeing Heatherly like this, Heilite was a little amused.

He was wearing the special armor used by the seventh-stage Valkyrie. Not to mention a fourth-level magic, he could even withstand a sixth-level magic. The wind blade just now only smashed the Valkyrie armor on Blacklett.

"I'm fine, Amanda, please look after Rick."

Blacklett comforted Heatherly, and Heatherly nodded with a red face and took a few steps back.

He patted Rick's shoulder again, signaling him to step back. This time, Amanda did not argue with Blacklett as she did in the past. She jumped on top of Rick's head.

Turning his attention back to Old Tim, Hei Lai Te continued with his previous question.

"What is the purpose of your 'Wake House'? What do you want to do?"

"Want to occupy this Mile City? Or do you have some other purpose?"