The necromancer just wants to plant trees

Chapter 148 Gossip and Bullywugs

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"Ah~~~"

"OK OK!"

After some time, Margaret interrupted Matthew:

"It's obvious that you have no talent, but if you work hard enough, as long as you remember this feeling and practice again and again, you will have a chance to initially master the practice method of Suriel chanting."

"And if you want to really get started, you need to practice consistently. There are no shortcuts in the world of magic. Many places you think are shortcuts are often traps. And in the process of practice, the most important thing is the standard way of speaking. If you If you accidentally forget it, you will need additional courses to learn it again, do you understand what I mean?"

Matthew nodded.

Margaret means to add money.

"That's it for today's lesson."

Margaret magically took out a small jar and placed it on Matthew's table:

"Say a word now."

Matthew opened his mouth:

"Ah~~~"

"No, my voice..."

He suddenly realized that he was extremely mute! !

"This is a normal phenomenon. Practicing Suriel chanting will cause a lot of wear and tear on your vocal cords in the early stages. This is because you have not fully mastered the abdominal breathing method. Once you master the essence of it, you will be much better. "

"So in the early stage of practice, you need the assistance of some magic potions, such as my homemade throat lozenges. Just one can restore your throat to its original state. You can eat up to twelve lozenges a day, but theoretically I It is only recommended that you take two pills a day. There are 60 pills in this jar, which is enough for you to practice for a month."

"Teacher-student price, one hundred gold coins, do you want to buy it?"

Matthew immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

Margaret was not as open as the lion, which was beyond Matthew's expectations, but thinking about it carefully, she did not seem to have any talent for making money.

"I'll give you three hundred gold coins."

Matthew decided to unleash his kindness.

The other two hundred gold coins should be used to deepen the friendship with Margaret.

Unexpectedly, Margaret jumped up and refused vehemently:

"You still want to buy three bottles at once? I made these one by one with my hands. It's very troublesome! I only charge one hundred gold coins, and I will only sell you one bottle! Hurry and collect the other money!"

"When you finish this bottle, come to me and buy another one."

Matthew was speechless.

He took a piece of lozenge in his mouth and the cool taste passed through his throat, as if a small hand was gently scratching the cavity of his throat. It felt ticklish, but indescribably pleasant.

Drop a candy.

Matthew's voice returned to normal.

"Show me your last homework."

Margaret urged.

Matthew obediently took out his homework.

The topic last time was——

If you are this black-robed mage, and you know that your enemies are good at true transformation and can turn into mosquitoes and fleas, how should you deal with it?

Matthew's answer actually only had three words.

Hiding in the water.

Margaret looked a little dissatisfied:

"Could your answer be more perfunctory?"

Matthew looked honest and courteous:

"But hiding in the water can really solve the problem. Mosquitoes and fleas can only stay on the water for a while at most. Even if they can get into the water, it will be difficult for them to get into my body under the water."

Margaret asked:

"What if he's guarding you on the shore?"

Matthew said:

"I have underwater breathing potion. As long as I enter the water, I can launch a counterattack at any time."

Margaret asked again:

"What if there are no rivers or lakes or other water bodies near where you are fighting?"

Matthew had already considered this question:

"Water manipulation, this is a very simple spell. It can be used to protect my lower body. The only negative effect is that it will make my crotch wet. It looks a bit indecent, but you also said that there is never a decent way to fight. argument. So I think it’s acceptable.”

"As for face, you can refer to the mage who died in your hands. The bubble technique is a good way to deal with it."

Margaret stared:

"So my fighting method was easily cracked by you?"

Matthew thought for a while:

"If I hadn't known about your move beforehand, I'm afraid it would have ended up exactly the same as the black-robed mage. For most people, they would never have thought of such...an alternative move."

"Okay, okay, you barely passed."

Margaret crossed her arms and looked old-fashioned:

"But you must understand that water manipulation and bubble magic have time limits, and my harassment is endless. The most important thing is that when I master true transformation, the initiative is always in my hands. "

Matthew nodded:

"You are right, I also intend to practice true transformation."

Margaret seems to be in a good mood:

"You are very discerning, but the secret of true transformation can only be taught to you in practical classes."

"But having said that, you will pass this assignment, but you definitely didn't pass it last time!"

"As for how to make money, you have to give me a new assignment, and you have to tailor it to my situation."

Margaret's thoughts were clear.

Matthew smiled bitterly:

"I don't know your situation, how can I tailor it?"

Margaret looked unreasonable:

"I do not care!"

"You are Isabel's student, and she is the most profitable woman in the league. Her student Ronan is also one of the most profitable men in the league. I don't believe you can't give a perfect answer."

Matthew asked curiously:

"Is Lady Isabel good at making money?"

"certainly!"

Margaret replied immediately:

"Legend has it that her wealth is enough to buy three alliances!"

"Later, Lord Ekmund found out about this legend. He quickly came out to refute the rumor and said that there were definitely more than three!"

Matthew was amazed.

Margaret added:

"Do you know what happened between Ms. Isabel and my mentor, Ms. Suriel?"

Matthew said blankly:

"Never heard of it."

Margaret said with relish:

“At the beginning of the Mark of the Dead project, Ms. Isabel proposed the solution of Mordenkainen’s scalpel, which was initially agreed by the other two Sky Masters.

But during the implementation phase of the project, Ms. Suriel was the first to betray her, and the rift between the two of them has been forged ever since.

But having said that, Ms. Suriel did this for a reason.

The discord between the two of them can almost be traced back to when the Scourge Mage was still around.

But at first, they could still maintain the relationship of plastic sisters on the surface.

While Ms. Suriel was slaying the dragon, something happened that made her very dissatisfied with Isabel. "

Matthew’s passion for gossip was also aroused:

"What happened?"

Margaret snorted:

"As you know, Ms. Suriel studied under Mr. Fei Capital, and Fei Capital's spells have always been known in the alliance for their low cost performance. Some mages even laughed at his flashy spells. The most famous Fei Capital dragon-slaying spear is from them. Considered a paragon of vase magic.

In order to clarify this point, Ms. Suriel began to slay dragons frequently. In the process, she actually only used spells that cost capital a few times, and most of the time she used her own spells.

But the purpose of her doing this was to prove to everyone that slaying a dragon would not make a loss.

But in the end, she found that she still lost money! "

Matthew finally came to his senses:

"The reason for the loss is related to my mentor?"

Margaret nodded affirmatively:

"As soon as Isabel heard that Suriel was slaying the dragon, her first reaction was to run to the remaining five-color dragons and warn them of the impending slaughter."

Matthew showed a surprised expression:

"Did she do this to protect the dragon?"

Margaret sneered:

"How else can I say that Isabel is the most profitable woman in the alliance? Every time she finds a giant dragon, after giving a warning, she loots the dragon's nest when she leaves!"

"ah?"

Matthew didn't expect such an operation.

"This means that every dragon killed by Suriel after that is an empty-nest dragon!"

"The dead dragon cannot speak, and the living dragons all think that Suriel has robbed the wealth of these dragon nests!"

"For a long time after that, Ms. Suriel was very depressed. She was taking the blame and wondering where the wealth in Chalong's Nest had gone."

Margaret felt very sorry for her mentor.

Matthew hesitated and said:

"In the end, it was Ms. Suriel who found out the result?"

"No."

Margaret shook her head:

"She didn't find anything, but she was a little suspicious of Isabel. Later, Isabel probably couldn't help but want to show off. At Ms. Suriel's 100th birthday party, she presented half of the White Dragon's Lair. Wealth as a gift. It wasn’t until that night that the unsolved mystery of where the dragon treasure house that had been circulated among the top leaders of the alliance went was revealed.”

Matthew asked cautiously:

"The two of them didn't fight on the spot?"

Margaret shook her head:

"You underestimate the ability of women to maintain a superficial relationship. They even shared a strawberry cake that night."

"Isabel does have room for explanation. Robbing dragons is one of the common hobbies of legendary mages. She can definitely claim that this hobby happened more frequently during that time."

"Since then, their originally disliked relationship has become even worse. This is how my mentor's temporary betrayal of the Mark of the Dead project came about."

Matthew just nodded.

It was quite interesting to discuss the gossip of these big people, but he would not completely believe Margaret's words.

Margaret must have received the news from Suriel.

The same thing, told by different people, may have two completely different appearances.

As long as he is responsible for eating the melons.

I really want to believe it all.

He is sorry for the more than 9,000 knowledge points in his account!

"All in all, if you had 10% of Isabel's skills, you would definitely be able to write better homework."

Margaret looked at Matthew with burning eyes.

Matthew cleared his throat:

"Speaking of which, I think I need to take a few days off."

Margaret's eyes suddenly turned evil:

"It's okay to take leave!"

"But the homework must be handed in!"

"Hand in your homework, or keep me, you have to choose one!"

…

After leaving the Crucible House, Matthew went to the Lord's Mansion again and informed Rhaegar that the crusade against the Blight Order had been postponed again until tomorrow morning.

no way.

He had to calibrate his pronunciation as soon as possible while the echo of Margaret was still in his mind.

Matthew's original plan for the crash course was to follow his own path firmly and absorb the essence of what Margaret said.

But he gradually discovered it.

What Margaret said is the best!

And the Suriel chanting method is the best of the best.

He could only accept the order.

So that night, Matthew spent most of the night "Ah~~" in the cemetery, and was so shocked that the zombies didn't like to chew on the tombstones anymore.

The next morning.

Matthew, who was well prepared, walked into the lord's mansion with a lozenge in his mouth.

He bumped into Rega who was wearing pajamas and coming out to pour coffee.

"I'm ready to go."

Matthew reminded gently.

Rhaegar said "Oh" and showed an embarrassed expression:

"I almost forgot about it."

"Have you had breakfast? How about having breakfast together? I'll pack up after breakfast."

Matthew thought for a moment.

It's okay to have breakfast. He took two bites of bread when he went out in the morning, and his stomach was not very stable.

So he said:

"good."

Rega led Matthew to the side hall of the lord's mansion.

Several maids brought a dazzling breakfast from the kitchen.

At the dining table, the two of them chatted while eating.

quickly.

An hour passed.

Rhaegar wiped his mouth quickly, then handed the handkerchief to the maid next to him:

"I'll go pack the equipment, please wait for me."

Matthew returned to the office lobby and waited.

Two hours later.

He rubbed his eyes and woke up from the sofa and saw Zeller working on the table.

Matthew yawned:

"Where's Rhaegar?"

Before Zeller could speak, Rhaegar's voice came from the room behind:

"Mrs. Wesley!"

"Where's my sword oil?"

"You didn't take it? Who else would enter my storage room if it wasn't you? How many times have I told you not to enter my storage room casually!"

"Are you just cleaning? Why did my sword oil disappear while cleaning?"

"Oh oh oh, yes, yes, yes, I remembered wrongly that last time I gave Matthew the box of sword oil and sold it to the south. I'm sorry, I remembered wrongly."

"But your attitude is not good either!"

"Although I remembered it wrong, didn't you make a little mistake?"

Matthew rubbed his temples with a headache:

"Has he always been like this?"

Zeller smiled:

"Of course not. It's just that as I get older, I become a little procrastinated."

"You have to understand him, Matthew."

"Sometimes, you have to give him a push."

Matthew followed the sound and found Rhaegar trying on various styles of armor in an open storage room.

On the ground, there were a lot of large and small packages scattered:

Night clothes, day clothes, a lot of bottles and cans, tent modules, adventure modules, thieves’ tool boxes, goose feather pillows, seven or eight hammocks, barbecue racks, a set of dinner plates...

Matthew was surprised and said:

"Are you moving?"

Rhaegar put on a pair of half-body armor, and then replied seriously:

“You must be well prepared when you go out, and you must bring nothing less.”

"Does this fit me?"

Matthew looked at his bulging belly:

"Well enough."

"But we're going somewhere that probably doesn't require too much armor."

Rega shook his head and said:

"You never know what surprises you might encounter out there."

"That's it. I'll take it with me first. Anyway, my storage ring has enough space, hehehe."

With that said, he put away his things triumphantly.

When passing Matthew.

He also gently patted the luggage on Matthew's waist:

"You don't have to envy me too much. For a young man like you, being able to use 1 cubic meter of storage items is already very impressive."

Upon hearing this.

The slight impatience in Matthew's heart disappeared instantly.

quickly.

A slightly guilty smile appeared on his face:

"Is such that."

"You take your time to pack up, I'll wait for you outside."

Another half hour passed.

When Rega came to the office hall fully armed.

Mrs. Wesley has come over to remind:

"Gentlemen, lunch is ready. Are you sure you don't want to eat before leaving?"

Rhaegar didn't say anything.

He just looked at Matthew with a smile:

"You decide."

Matthew touched his gradually empty stomach and thought that since it had been delayed until now, he might as well have lunch before leaving.

However, today’s lunch was particularly sumptuous.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon after eating.

Not to mention Rhaegar, even Matthew felt a surge of sleepiness tormenting his eyelids when he walked to the office hall while stroking his belly.

"Would you like to take a nap?"

Rega tentatively suggested:

"A proper nap can help improve combat effectiveness."

What else could Matthew say?

Two o'clock.

The two woke up one after another.

"Mrs. Wesley! Two cups of coffee!"

"By the way, where is today's newspaper? Hasn't the concierge delivered it yet?"

"Damn, he must be lazy, I'll fire him next week!"

Amidst Rhaegar's shouts.

Another half hour passed.

The two people, who were gradually getting more energetic, looked at each other.

Matthew asked:

"We still have at least three hours until dinner. Is there anything unfinished?"

Rega slapped the table:

"What are you talking about!?"

"We're leaving now!"

With that said, he walked out of the hall with dignity and went straight to the door of the Lord's Mansion.

Matthew, a bit curious, followed closely behind.

The two came to the door.

Rhaegar suddenly stopped, and he began to walk back, saying as he walked:

"It's broken. I forgot to prepare the horses."

"My horse..."

Before he could finish his words, Matthew hugged him.

Snapped!

A magic carpet was spread out on the floor.

Matthew pushed Rhaegar onto the magic carpet, and then sat on it himself.

Whoosh.

The magic carpet slowly lifted off the ground and flew away.

In the corridor not far away, Sif happened to pass by and saw this scene.

She couldn't help showing an envious expression:

"They have such a good relationship now."

"Are you going on a trip today?"

Mrs. Wesley walked past her carrying a jug of water:

"Fortunately, I heard that they went to fight against some enemy. My dear, if they really went on a trip, you should be worried."

Sif smiled, her eyes twinkling:

"I don't believe that nonsense."

"I know both my father and Matthew are normal men."

Finished.

She coughed slightly.

Mrs. Wesley quickly reached out a hand and touched her forehead:

"It's so hot! Go back and rest, kid."

"Although you Xueqi family members always behave strangely during the awakening stage, it's rare to see someone like you with eggs on your head all the time."

Sif nodded obediently:

"Am I going to turn into a devil?"

Mrs. Wesley touched her head gently:

"Our Sif is the cutest and purest girl in the world."

"How can he become a devil? At most he has two horns on his head."

Xifu lowered her head and coughed twice in embarrassment:

"I feel the same way."

…

The magic carpet flew all the way northwest.

Because it was his first time to travel long distances on a magic carpet, Matthew didn't fly high or fast.

The average height above the ground is about two hundred meters, and the speed is between 50 and 60 kilometers per hour.

After getting on the magic carpet, Rhaegar became much more honest.

Within three hours.

He said three sentences in total:

"Matthew, can you sit over here? I want to sit in the middle."

"Is your magic carpet stable? What will happen if it falls?"

"Can I hold your belt?"

He seemed to be a little afraid of heights, but it wasn't very obvious.

Matthew focuses on pathfinding and control.

Half an hour after takeoff.

He saw the outline of the North Trading Post in the distance.

Matthew then headed west.

The area ahead turned into densely hilly terrain.

More than an hour later.

Matthew passed the border of Rolling Stone Town from the air, and there was a road heading north nearby, which was the direction to Rapids City.

West of the highway is complete wilderness.

There are large areas of wasteland here, and at sunset, a mist rises from the hills.

To identify the direction.

Matthew had to lower his altitude and slow down.

He was always alert.

Because there are monsters far away from the road.

The Seven Saints Alliance will regularly send mages to eliminate monsters or aliens in certain areas on a large scale.

The focus of their extermination was around city-states and highways.

This is the tradition of the Seven Saints Alliance.

The person who leads the team in every clearing operation must be at least a fifth-level mage.

This is to ensure that every action can achieve the goal of nipping most of the hidden dangers that may harm mankind in the bud.

Therefore, at least near the southern highway, it is difficult to see truly powerful monsters.

If there are, they are basically new ones emerging from the Underdark, and they will soon be killed by the mages who hear the news.

In places far away from roads and city-states, the living space for monsters and aliens is much looser.

Take, for example, this hilly landscape that Matthew is spending his time in right now.

This place is called Moss Green Hills.

The terrain here is not only complex, but also full of water. When Matthew looks down from the magic carpet, he may see a puddle or a spring at every hill he passes.

As far as he knows.

There are many bullywugs living in this area.

Bullywugs are a demi-human race with not particularly high intelligence, probably just a little stronger than goblins.

But there's something good about them.

They know who they can and cannot mess with.

Matthew saw many human bones hanging on the outskirts of the moss-green hills, which were used to deter people who tried to break into this place.

But he knew that none of the corpses here belonged to the mage.

Bullywugs are not good at communicating with others, but their leader somehow got hooked up with the Seven Saints Alliance.

Matthew reckons they spent a lot of money.

Therefore, this area was designated by the Alliance as a habitat for the bullywugs by default.

"The bullywugs are very xenophobic, but they know how to tell whether a person is a mage. After entering this area, you must follow me closely and don't get lost."

"Remember, our goal is to find the headquarters of the Blight Order and then eliminate them in one fell swoop."

Matthew maneuvered the magic carpet slowly through the mist over the hills.

Hearing this, Rega also nodded seriously.

Soon after.

The sun slowly sets.

The remaining light of the setting sun creates an orange-yellow halo in the mist.

The two of them quietly admired the beauty in front of them.

suddenly.

The speed of the magic carpet suddenly dropped.

There was a loud roar from the front.

The two of them took a closer look.

On a hill not far away.