Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

Anyway, there are still ten days, so let’s take it one step at a time.

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New Orleans, Louisiana.

As a port city in the southern United States and the largest city in the state, although the economy is good, due to a major hurricane after the millennium, the city's population dropped off a cliff and has not recovered until now.

Of course, this is just for ordinary people.

Due to historical reasons and the influence of the surrounding vast swampy wetlands, New Orleans is associated with almost all ghost legends, anecdotes, and voodoo myths in the United States.

Although most of them are false, some are true.

Such as witches.

After the Salem witch trials, descendants of the Salem witches moved to New Orleans and continue to this day.

And today, in front of the Robichocks Academy for Distinguished Women in New Orleans, which is actually a witch academy, a new student and... a male servant were welcomed.

Myrtle disappeared after being delivered here.

Robb looked at Zoe and saw that she was looking at him helplessly, looking at a loss. He shrugged and pressed the doorbell.

Ding dong~

As soon as the bell rang, the door opened automatically.

"Let's go."

Robb dragged two large suitcases and took Zoe into the quaint white house.

As soon as I entered, I saw that it was dark inside and there was no sound at all.

It's like entering a haunted house.

Reminiscing that this is the legendary witch's residence, Zoe said nervously: "Is there anyone there?"

thump!

The door to the house suddenly closed automatically.

When Zoe was looking back, she spotted a black shadow flashing quickly from the side out of the corner of her eye.

She was startled and asked quickly: "Is there anyone? Is anyone there?"

No one answered.

At the same time, one after another strange black figures quickly appeared in the room.

Zoe quickly grabbed Robb's arm, looked around uneasily and said, "Robb, did you see it?"

"certainly."

Robb nodded calmly.

The welcome ceremony for new students.

Although there is some underworld, this is not in line with the characteristics of a witch.

Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Young Witches

Zoe looked around nervously.

When she noticed three strange-looking people wearing black robes and crow masks suddenly appeared from all around, walking quickly with daggers in their hands, she could no longer hold back and shouted:

"Robb! Run!"

After saying that, she grabbed Robb's arm and took him away to escape.

Unexpectedly, Robb not only did not move, but instead held her in place.

"Zoe, relax."

Robb patted Zoe on the shoulder, then looked at the three men in black robes who were getting closer and closer, and said hello with a smile: "Hey, girls, I have to say that your welcome ceremony is very novel."

The three men in black robes paused. You looked at me, and I looked at you.

One of them seemed unwilling to give up. He came to Robb and Robb with a dagger in his hand, and muttered "Mother of Darkness, we offer you these two living bodies...", raised his arms, and wanted to Thrust out the dagger.

But she saw that Robb was still looking at him with a smile on his face, and Zoe, who believed in her boyfriend, was still a little scared, but did not run away again.

The man in black robe suddenly felt bored and simply threw away the dagger and took off his mask and hood, revealing his bright blond hair and delicate and beautiful face.

She curled her lips: "The plot didn't develop as expected. It's so boring."

"That's because your acting skills are so bad." The other two men in black robes also changed their disguises, and one of them, a fat black girl, complained.

The blonde beauty raised her slender eyebrows, turned around and said with disdain and venom: "Really? It's better to say that your huge body reveals everything. No cult member is as fat as you."

The black girl was furious: "You Bi..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zoe, who had just reacted: "Everyone, can you tell me what is going on?"

"Seriously, we want to have a welcome ceremony with our new partners."

The small girl with a strange face who had not spoken until now smiled and said, "The idea was made by Madison. My name is Nan."

"Madison Montgomery, Hollywood movie star, if you need an autograph, come to me anytime."

The blond girl Madison, the most beautiful girl among witches, gave the brunette a roll of her eyes. While turning to say hello to Zoe, her eyes were focused on Robb who was standing aside with interest.

"Shit, when was the last time you filmed?" After making a habitual sarcastic comment, the black girl introduced herself, "Queenie."

“Zoe. This person next to me is…”

Zoe was about to introduce her boyfriend to everyone, but Madison had already taken the initiative to interrupt: "Robb, I know. Cordelia has said it before. I heard that she is here to take Spalding's seat."

"I've long been unhappy with that perverted old guy who keeps a straight face all day long. It's good to have an exotic young handsome guy join us. Robb, can you cook Chinese food? I'd love to change my appetite."

As the fragrance blew in, he noticed Madison's charming almond eyes staring at him with undisguised passion. Robb, who had gradually integrated into this society, said calmly:

"I can cook some simple Chinese food, but I don't know if it suits your taste."

Madison said in a good mood: "I think I will adapt."

Watching this scene, Queenie muttered to Nan beside him: "This Bichi is thinking about Fake all day long."

"No, Madison is just interested in Robb's fresh face, not to the extent of Falk." Nan, who has the ability to read minds, explained.

Then she looked at Robb again and said happily: "I like this new butler very much."

Queenie was surprised: "Why? Do you like this newcomer?"

"No! There is no noise in his heart. This is good. My ears can be much clearer."

Nan's mind-reading ability is uncontrollable, and he has always been troubled by the constant voices of people around him.

There was an accident today, and Robb was the first person whose mind she couldn't read.

Nan didn't realize what it meant yet, but she was happy to meet a quiet person.

At this time, Zoe, who had realized that Madison was too enthusiastic, quickly intervened in the conversation between the two.

Robb took the time to look at the new witches of this class.

Zoe, who has the power of the black widow, Madison, who can control objects with her mind, Queenie, a humanoid voodoo doll who can transfer damage, and Nan, who can read minds.

Before coming, he was a little worried that Nan's mind-reading skills would expose his secrets.

Fortunately, after I mastered the Book of Supernatural Containment, abilities such as mind reading and body seizing were ineffective against me.

This made him feel at ease and prepared to live here for a while first.

At least I still get paid as a witch's manservant.

You must know that living in the United States, having money and not having money are two completely different worlds.

For the original person, whose parents have disappeared since childhood and have been traveling back and forth between various host families without saving much money, regardless of the danger, it is indeed a good job to have food, accommodation and salary here, regardless of the danger. Work.

Seeing that no one else had come, Zoe asked in surprise: "So, are there only three of you students in the school?"

"Currently." A voice interrupted.

Everyone looked around and saw a mature woman walking over.

"I am your principal, Cordelia Fox."

After Cordelia introduced herself to Zoe with a smile, she looked at Madison and the other three and said,

"Okay, girls, that's the end of the chat. The truck full of groceries is parked in the driveway, waiting for you to unload it. I'll take Zoe to her room. See you at lunch."

"Oh, by the way, there's Robb too." She looked at Robb.

Robb quickly said respectfully: "Hello, Lady Cordelia."

"A very polite boy." Cordelia looked at Robb and said, "Spalding will arrange your work next, and learn from him. Remember, when working here, the most important thing to abide by is confidentiality. "

"I understand, Lady Cordelia," Robb assured.

Cordelia nodded with satisfaction, then called Spalding and said to him: "Spalding, your assistant is here. It is up to you to make arrangements for the rest of the accommodation and work."

Spalding, who had thinning hair and a long, stiff face, nodded silently.

Tongueless, he waved for Robb to follow.

At this moment, the life of a valet officially begins.

After Robb said goodbye to Zoe briefly, he followed Spalding with his suitcase.

As a witch school, the house where Robb lived was very large. At its peak, it could accommodate more than sixty people at the same time.

Because of this, Robb enjoyed the treatment of a luxurious single dormitory.

Perhaps considering his relationship with Zoe, his room is very close to Zoe and Madison's dormitory. They are both on the second floor. It is very convenient for him and his girlfriend to do some shy things...

stop!

Robb quickly put an end to this dangerous idea.

Zoe is a veritable black widow.

The last time I was able to survive was because of my own time travel.

If he did it again, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't follow in his footsteps.

Why!

The home is there, but the door cannot pass through.

It's deplorable.

Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Guns and Priests

At noon, the witches' lunch meeting was in progress.

After packing his luggage and tidying up the room, Robb walked into the kitchen and was about to help Spalding, who was making pastries, but was coldly rejected by him.

In the absence of outsiders, it was obvious that the old butler, who had served witches for generations, was not interested in Robb's arrival.

Obviously, he doesn't want to be replaced.

Who told you not to have offspring, disgusting doll fetish.

Seeing Spalding preparing the food, Robb, who couldn't get in, shrugged and thought to himself.

fair enough.

Do you really think he is willing to serve others?

Now that someone was willing to do all the work, Robb started paddling with peace of mind.

Seeing Robb playing with his cell phone on the side, Spalding squeezed the corner of his mouth stiffly. After finishing the pastry in his hand, he took the plate and sent it to the hall.

Robb glanced at him and continued to browse the contents on his phone without paying attention.

He did not forget that he had ten days to contain a supernatural task indicator.

To this end, he specifically searched for urban ghost stories and horror legends about New Orleans on his mobile phone, hoping to find clues.

After all, my only impression of New Orleans is New Orleans grilled wings.