After getting inside the little garden house, the remaining four young witches imdiately collapsed onto the sofa. Tonight's workout was pretty much their exercise for the whole month, and their little bodies just couldn't handle it.
After catching their breath for a few minutes, Zoey finally spoke.
"What do we do? Headmistress Cardilia told us to find the Witch Council, but the problem is, we don't have any way to contact them!"
The Witch Council, as the organization within the Witch Federation second only to the Supre Sorceress, was always made up of mbers who kept to themselves. These young witches still in witch school barely had any contact with them, maybe a couple of tis a year.
Wait a minute, Mortel is also a mber of the Witch Council! But the problem is, that old witch is in a deep coma right now, and nobody knows when she'll wake up.
At this point, the young witches all started regretting not studying harder. If they had just learned so healing magic, maybe they could have brought Mortel back to consciousness.
"Um, should we try contacting my cousin? He's really strong, maybe he could help us?"
Emma offered a suggestion. In a situation like this, the first person she thought of was Roy. The impression he left on her that day outside Austin was just too strong.
Hearing this, Madison's eyes lit up.
"Good idea! Let's call him right away!"
As she said this, Madison started patting her pockets, and then she realized she didn't have her phone on her.
"Did any of you bring your phones?"
Everyone shook their heads.
Emma was especially speechless. She's only eight years old, where would she get a phone?
Maria looked at Madison helplessly.
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"Didn't you forget? Before the summoning ritual, Headmistress Cardilia told us to put our phones aside so the signal wouldn't ss with the ritual."
So, all their phones had been destroyed along with Cardilia and the beautiful woman's fight.
But even without cell phones, there was still a landline. Zoey looked at Madison.
"Madison, did you pay the phone bill for this house?"
Madison scratched her head.
"I'm not really sure about that! I only bought this house on the advice of my investnt advisor as a way to increase my assets. I've only been here once before, and that was the day I bought it."
Even though the chances were slim, Zoey still picked up the landline phone to try and make a call. Unsurprisingly, it didn't work.
"Looks like we'll have to go to a nearby hotel to borrow a phone."
At this ti of night, only a hotel that's open 24 hours or a 24-hour convenience store would probably let them use their phone.
But if you asked Madison where the nearest nightclub was, she'd definitely know. Asking her where they could borrow a phone nearby, though, that's a different story.
"Okay, we've rested enough. Let's get going!"
Madison was the first one to stand up. Among the young witches, she was the shortest, but she was actually the most physically fit. After all, filming movies does require a certain amount of stamina.
Just then, the young witches who had just stood up heard a voice that filled them with dread.
"You don't need to go anywhere. You're all staying here today."
The beautiful woman appeared in the room at so point, still stark naked, with a mocking smile on her face.
The young witches were incredibly shocked. They had run for miles, but the beautiful woman still found them. This situation filled their hearts with despair.
"How could this be?"
Zoey, who was more timid, just collapsed onto the ground. The strong-willed Madison and Emma didn't look too good either. Only Maria's eyes flickered with thought.
"How did you find us here?"
The beautiful woman sat down on the sofa with a relaxed expression, crossing her legs without any concern about her beautiful body being exposed to others.
"Hehe, finding you little ones isn't that hard, you know?"
Maria clearly wanted to know why the beautiful woman could find them. Otherwise, even if they escaped again, they wouldn't be able to avoid being caught again.
But the beautiful woman wasn't stupid. She easily saw through Maria's intentions. These girls were still too green to compare with a beautiful woman who had lived for thousands of years.
"Before we die, can you tell us your real na?"
With the plan failing, a look of helplessness appeared on Maria's face.
The beautiful woman looked at Maria with surprise.
"Interesting. Do you want to take my na to hell with you? Saying it doesn't really matter. You can call Ophélina. Alright, ti's almost up. Let send you on your way!"
The beautiful woman, Ophélina, stood up, a purple fireball in her hand.
At this mont, Zoey's face was filled with despair. Emma was frantically thinking of a plan, and Madison and Maria were constantly exchanging glances.
Except for Zoey, everyone wanted to fight Ophélina.
It wasn't that Zoey didn't want to fight, but her witch powers only worked on the opposite sex, and she had only been at the witch school for a month, so she hadn't learned any magic that could be used in combat.
Ophélina knew exactly what the young witches were thinking, but she didn't take them seriously at all. The huge difference in power wasn't sothing that could be solved by willpower alone.
However, just as Ophélina was about to make a move, a sweet, cloying scent suddenly appeared in the air.
When Ophélina slled this scent, her expression changed drastically. Even when she saw Cardilia drink the potion and Carrie transform into her second stage, her expression wasn't this agitated.
"This magic is..."
Before she could finish speaking, large patches of pink smoke drifted in from all directions, blocking everyone's vision and temporarily disrupting the witches' senses.
This pink smoke used so kind of strange magic to make the young witches feel dazed and confused one by one.
Then, a hand reached out from the smoke and pulled the confused young witches out.
Ophélina was only stunned for a mont. When she dispersed the pink mist, she found that only she and the unconscious Mortel were left in the room.
"Has she returned?"
Clearly, the magic of the pink smoke made Ophélina very wary, so she didn't rush out to chase them imdiately.
At this mont, outside the house, Emma hugged Jennifer with a face full of surprise.
"Sister Jennifer, it was you who saved us!"
That's right, it was Jennifer who made the move.
Jennifer had arrived in Boston early yesterday morning, not long after Emma, Madison, and the others played the spirit board ga. So, when the witch school exploded around midnight tonight, she noticed it.
However, the intensity of the previous two battles was too much for Jennifer, a witch who had only awakened a few months ago, to get involved in. So, she chose to quietly follow behind Emma.
In fact, this choice was very correct. If Jennifer had shown up earlier, she would most likely have been taken out by Ophélina as well.
"Emma, who is she?"
Jennifer's looks and figure were top-notch, and she was so familiar with Emma, which made Madison and Maria feel a sense of crisis.
"Now is not the ti to ask that question. I suspect that woman put so kind of magical mark on you, which is why she could find you so easily. What you need to do now is quickly remove the magical mark so you can escape her pursuit!"
These words reminded the young witches. They began to check each other's bodies, and sure enough, each of them had a faint magical mark on their skin.
It turned out that in order to select a new vessel, Ophélina would co into contact with all the newly enrolled young witches and leave a magical mark on them. This way, she could easily find them whenever she needed to.
This magical mark was deeply imprinted on their skin. The young witches gritted their teeth and forcibly cut off the marked skin with knives, finally removing the magical mark.
"Sister Jennifer, where do we go now?"
After seeing Jennifer, Emma felt like she had found her backbone.
"Boston isn't safe anymore. We should go to New York to find Roy!"
Madison looked at Jennifer warily.
"Isn't Roy in Boston? Also, who exactly are you to him?"
Jennifer could feel the faint hostility in Madison's eyes, but it didn't matter. She had felt similar gazes every day back at the Oak School.
"I'm Roy's official girlfriend. He had so urgent business, so he asked to look after Emma."
Currently, Roy's publicly acknowledged girlfriends were Jennifer and Niddy, so there was nothing wrong with what Jennifer said.
But Madison and Maria were a little unhappy. Both of these girls had designs on Roy.
Zoey, however, said sothing fair.
"Are you guys still arguing at a ti like this? Have you forgotten about Teacher Mortel?"
The young witches were all stunned.
Indeed, in their panicked escape, they had left Mortel behind in the little garden house.
So, the question now was, without Mortel, how would they recruit and contact the Witch Council? And even if they found the Witch Council, how would they convince those council mbers? That was a huge problem.
Jennifer's answer to this was:
"Let's just leave Boston first!"
Madison crossed her arms and looked at Jennifer.
"At this ti of night, how do you plan to leave Boston? By walking?"
"Of course, by driving!"
Jennifer led the other witches to her car, which was a Ferrari 360 Modena.
"What the f***! That's my car!"
Roy received Jennifer's ssage when the semi-final had just ended. He was "celebrating" with Claire.
Claire was currently in the throes of passion, wanting to be by Roy's side every mont. She clung to him almost every spare second she had.
"Claire, I think the phone's ringing!"
"Don't answer it! I'm about to reach the finish line!"
Claire was flushed all over, her eyes rolling back occasionally, clearly close to reaching her peak.
Hearing this, Roy had no choice but to speed up, bringing Claire to the finish line, and then answer his phone.
"Jennifer? What's wrong?"
"Roy, sothing big happened in Boston!"
Jennifer listened to Emma's detailed description of the events on the way, and then she told Roy everything.
Roy's expression began to turn serious.
"There's sothing like that? Where are you guys now?"
"We're halfway to New York, but the car broke down!"
After all, a supercar like the Ferrari 360 Modena wasn't suitable for rough roads. The car broke down halfway there.
The chassis of a supercar is just too low. Even a slight bump could cause a malfunction.
Otherwise, why would supercars usually only appear in cities or on highways?
"Then I'll imdiately have Bumblebee pick you up. You guys be careful!"
Roy hurriedly pulled out his weapon and went to the hotel parking lot to find Bumblebee.
After Bumblebee left, Roy called Gerald again.
Gerald fell into a long silence after listening to Roy's account.
"I've heard sothing about what you're saying, but the information headquarters received seems to be a bit different."
During the day, "Mortel Snow" suddenly contacted the Boston FEA, explaining what had happened at the witch school.
According to this "Mortel Snow," Carrie had beco a demon under the influence of a cult, and Madison and the others were her accomplices. In order to prevent Carrie from causing even greater destruction, the Supre Witch and the headmistress of the witch school had both sacrificed themselves.
There were actually a lot of loopholes in this story, like what the three helicopter pilots saw with that naked woman.
But this explanation could barely get the FEA to agree. However, the FEA still found Isabella and Elise, who were staying in Florida, wanting to thoroughly investigate the matter.
"That Mortel Snow must be possessed! You all have to be careful of her!"
"I'll notify the Boston FEA, but you also need to bring those surviving young witches to FEA headquarters to explain everything!"
The Supre Witch being possessed for a long ti was just too big of a deal. Even if Gerald trusted Roy, it wasn't enough. The FEA headquarters still needed to make the decision.
Coincidentally, the FEA headquarters was in New York State.
"I will. FEA headquarters can send soone to find at any ti."
Hanging up the phone, Roy returned to the room and looked at the sleeping Claire, lost in thought.
The changes in events were just too rapid. Roy originally seed to be looking for trouble with the Supre Witch, but in the blink of an eye, the Supre Witch's identity was exposed.
The world really is unpredictable!
Roy didn't know that the Supre Witch had actually taken on a job related to him. Could this be considered so kind of mutual effort?
After dawn, Bumblebee brought the young witches back to the hotel.
"Brother Roy, I missed you so much!"
Emma imdiately threw herself into Roy's arms. With Roy around, she felt safe.
Roy quickly supported Emma to prevent her from falling, and then began to check on the safety of the others.
"Are you all alright?"
Zoey answered Roy with a dim look in her eyes.
"We're fine, but Headmistress Cardilia sacrificed herself, and Teacher Mortel Snow fell into that woman's hands. Carrie's fate is also unknown."
The young witches didn't know that Carrie had already been rescued. After all, they had been on the run and had no way to get information.
"I have so bad news to tell you. Mortel has been possessed and has already appeared before the Witch Council. Now all of you have beco Carrie's accomplices."
Madison gritted her teeth.
"That guy is too shaless! Does the Witch Council really believe her?"
Did this even need to be said? What Mortel, a veteran mber of the Witch Council, said was definitely more believable than what these young witches said.
"The good news is that I've already contacted my friends in the FEA, and they know the truth. But we still need to make so preparations. FEA headquarters won't believe your side of the story alone. You will eventually have to confront Mortel."
Maria looked at the other young witches.
"We are willing to confront her, even if it's for Cardilia and Carrie!"
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