The necromancer just wants to plant trees

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Warlock is indeed a legendary profession of wealth and handsomeness. Even the contracted creatures are blond and blue-eyed succubi. Unlike a miserable necromancer like me, who can only keep company with skeletons and zombies all day long.

Such thoughts flashed through Matthew's mind.

It would be a lie to say that I am not envious.

At that moment, Matthew joked to Zeller:

"With such a charming contract partner, it's no wonder you haven't married yet."

Zeller waved his hand:

"You misunderstood. My relationship with Lesina is very pure. We are just partners."

Matthew didn't believe it:

"Can you control this?"

Without waiting for Zeller to speak.

Lesina complained to Matthew with a plaintive look on her face:

"To be honest, I often wonder if Zeller likes men. He always treats me like nothing. My charm seems to be released to the air most of the time."

Zeller smiled softly:

"No, there is no doubt about Lesina's charm, but I have my own principles of doing things - it is best for partners to be just partners. Frankly speaking, it is not easy to resist her charm. Sometimes I am impulsive and wavering, but I see this as a discipline and a challenge, and fortunately, I have always been able to exercise restraint.”

Lesina rolled her eyes wide.

Matthew's horizons were opened a little bit.

He heard that most warlocks have very dissolute private lives, and they can do anything if they see the right creature. But Zeller is obviously a different kind among warlocks. He clearly has a succubus pet, but he can sit still and use it to cultivate his will. force.

This made Matthew also suspect this guy's sexual orientation.

The three chatted for a while.

The atmosphere in the room gradually became lively.

Lesina started putting makeup on Matthew.

According to Zeller.

This succubus lady is a well-deserved expert in the field of makeup disguise. Most of the time, the face changed by Lesina's hands has an effect beyond illusion.

Regarding this point, Matthew has little understanding for the time being.

He just felt that Lesina's two little hands were holding various powder pads and brushes and applying them on his face, which made him feel itchy.

Her body was very close to mine.

Out of succubus instinct.

Matthew could feel the strong hormones she inadvertently exuded all the time.

If it weren't for the foundation of "Heart is like still water", he might have made a small fool of himself at this moment.

Lesina was very focused on her work, but her expression looked unhappy from beginning to end.

About an hour passed.

The boring time of chasing fans is finally over.

Lesina threw away the powder pad in her hand irritably and said in a bad tone:

"alright!"

"Being in the same room with you two men is like going to jail - I thought you were scary enough, Zeller, but I didn't expect that your friends are also the same as you. We have been in contact with each other for so long, and you didn't react at all! "

"Tell me, you must also be a heavenly eunuch, right?"

Her tone was aggressive.

But his expression was full of frustration, and his eyes were full of self-doubt.

"I'm a normal man, I'm just good at "temperance". "

Matthew explained calmly without fussing with a succubus.

Then he looked in the mirror, and his eyes lit up——

The man in the mirror was exactly the same as the Archmage Ronan in his memory!

“Exquisite craftsmanship.”

Matthew couldn't help but praise.

This sentence actually made Lesina feel a lot better.

She gently bit her lower lip and reminded:

"You'd better stuff a few more insoles into your shoes. I remember Ronan is a few centimeters taller than you, and his figure is a bit bigger and stronger than you, but that doesn't matter. Anyway, the cloak will help cover him up."

While talking.

Zeller had already walked over from the next room carrying a replica of the Archmage's robe and a magic cloak that Ronan was used to wearing during the Spring Festival.

"How about trying on the clothes first? I'll ask someone to look for the insoles later."

Zeller looked at Matthew's face carefully, and then showed a satisfied look.

Matthew took out a height-increasing scroll from his Miaofa bag:

"If you're taller, maybe this thing can come in handy?"

Zeller's eyes crossed the height-increasing scroll and stayed on Matthew's luggage for a few seconds:

"Super version?"

Matthew was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"You are so willing."

Zeller said with emotion: "I have wanted to exchange for a super version of my luggage for a long time, but due to the lack of money, I never had the opportunity to replace it."

Lesina snorted and interjected:

"If you stopped donating to the bottomless pits of orphanages, you would have been able to buy several bags a long time ago."

"Or, if you had changed your career earlier or started your own business, you would have earned much more than you do now! Much more!"

Zeller shrugged:

"Lesina, don't think about it. I will never leave Rolling Stone - never. This is what I promised Rhaegar."

Lesina's chest rose and fell with anger:

"Men's friendship? I really shouldn't have followed you because I was optimistic about your potential. For Rhaegar, you even refused the position of the city lord of "Dragon's Nest City"! I think his wife was not as loyal to him as you were to him back then! "

"enough!"

Zeller's tone suddenly became stern:

"Please be careful when speaking in front of guests."

Lesina's temper is obviously very hot, or in other words, she carries a strong resentment from beginning to end:

"Are you cruel to me? How many times have you been cruel to me for Rhaega? You..."

Snapped!

There was a loud slap.

Lesina was slapped to the ground by Zeller!

"You seem to be pushing your limits a bit, succubus."

Zeller bent over, then grabbed her chin forcefully, and his tone was colder than ever:

"If you are really dissatisfied with the current situation, I can send you back to the abyss at any time, no matter which demon lord's territory it is."

"But if you still want to stay with me, you should learn to behave yourself as long as I give you enough face. Promise me that this is the last time."

Lesina's eyes were filled with fear.

She stammered:

"I promise, this is the last time."

"Last time what?"

Zeller asked grimly.

"The last time I pushed too far, I was wrong, Zeller. I failed to arouse the lust of your friend, so I got a little confused. I shouldn't have talked nonsense."

Lesina replied tremblingly:

"Don't send me back to the abyss, please, they'll break me..."

"Good, now, apologize to Matthew."

Zeller let go.

Lesina stumbled and fell to the ground, with two bruises on her smooth chin.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Matthew, I shouldn't have talked nonsense in front of you."

She apologized nervously.

Matthew waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.

Lesina was immediately relieved.

With permission from Zeller.

She carefully slipped into the mirror in front of Matthew and disappeared completely.

"Made you laugh, Matthew."

Zeller returned to his gentle and approachable look.

"Demons are different from ordinary summons. I treat them sincerely, but they tend to be ignorant and complacent. Lesina is an example. If I don't knock her occasionally, she may think that she is my master."

As he spoke, he smiled helplessly:

"Your summon - that Peggy, I think you are also very good to her, will she also show such signs?"

Matthew can understand Zeller's frustration.

Demons are indeed a species born with bad roots, and can only be controlled by a combination of grace and power.

Thinking about it this way, he no longer envied Zeller for having the succubus as his companion.

At least his sincere efforts paid off.

"No, there isn't."

Matthew smiled and said:

"Peggy has many shortcomings, but overall she has a pretty cute personality. It's just annoying that she often asks for a raise, but I guess that's not her fault."

There was a hint of envy in Zeller's eyes.

"So, let's get up and change our clothes? The celebration is about to begin, and we are going to set off fireworks at the climax of the celebration."

Matthew nodded.

Immediately he looked hesitant.

"What's wrong?"

Zeller asked.

"Although it is a bit presumptuous and the timing is not very appropriate, can you please ask Ms. Lesina to charge my staff?"

Matthew took out the coughing staff a little embarrassedly.

He has followed the method of Talling 177, charging by "holding a staff and fantasizing about coughing". The result is horribly inefficient - about 3 seconds of fantasizing about coughing is considered a formal charge, but at least 10,000 formal charges are required. Only then can the staff be fully charged.

Matthew originally planned to take it slow, but since he bumped into the succubus, he naturally learned to be thick-skinned.

After all, Matthew didn’t receive any payment from Zeller or Rolling Stone officials for helping this time, right?

Zeller took the staff, studied it for a while, nodded cheerfully and said:

"Psychic power? It should be fine. I'll give it to Lesina in a moment."

So the two stood up.

After changing clothes and increasing height.

Zeller led Matthew towards the hall where the mirror ritual was arranged.

…

At noon.

Seven Sages Square, located in the center of Rolling Stone Town, is crowded with people.

This is where many projects are awarded.

Although it just started today, many small projects have already competed for the championship. The contestants, their families and neighbors came to receive the awards happily.

There is a cheerful atmosphere everywhere.

Under the statue of the Seven Saints.

Two men dressed as traveling merchants were whispering to each other.

There was a large wooden box in front of them, and inside the box was a large bunch of marshmallows.

"Today is the best day to rob the prison. Look, a large number of guards have been transferred to the square to maintain order. I bet there is no one in the prison at this time."

A man in his twenties with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks whispered.

"You're right, Jonas, but Dean doesn't want to come out. That's the point."

The man who answered him looked to be in his thirties, with a thin build, bright eyes, and a lazy look.

"Leon, then why do you think Boss Dean doesn't want to come out?"

Jonas wondered.

"Who knows? Maybe the food in prison is better."

Leon grabbed a marshmallow for himself and said casually while eating it.

"I always feel like we are like two fools who came to Rolling Stone for no apparent reason, and ended up not even knowing the specific mission!"

Jonas said dissatisfiedly:

"They just let us disguise ourselves and sneak in, and then what? Boss Dean ignored us. Are we really here to sell marshmallows?"

Leon comforted:

"It's not just the two of us who have sneaked in, there are other people from the Brotherhood, and two other organizations - don't worry, such a big deal must be for something big. We just need to follow the order to observe the situation in Rolling Stone Town. .”

Jonas looked at the people full of laughter and laughter around him with his eyes:

"But I always feel that we have been discovered! How can they smile so happily? Have they recognized us a long time ago?"

Leon said helplessly:

"You're really nervous, Jonas. Why don't you go sit next to me?"

Jonas shook his head and said:

"No need, this will make me even more uncomfortable. Damn it, how could this country place make me so nervous? You know, I didn't even take a breath when I set fire to the pier of White Cow Harbor!"

Leon licked the marshmallow:

"Why don't you take one too? Or, just go to a competition and have fun."

"That's a good idea!"

Jonas's eyes lit up:

"I just saw that the prize for a project is a large jar of honey. My mother likes honey. How about I try it?"

Leon put down the marshmallow in his hand:

"Wait, are you serious?"

"Otherwise? Participating in hillbilly activities can be considered a kind of observation, right?"

Jonas confidently pushed the box in front of him and walked towards the corner of the square impatiently.

Leon had no choice but to push the car to keep up.

…

"Hey guys, it's time for the annual Martin Run again.

Wipe the soles of your shoes!

Keep your eyes open!

Remember to keep your balance and don’t fall – people end up in septic tanks or drains every year, and that’s not the reason we host the Martin Run in the first place!

Remember, routes matter!

Regarding the route, I will repeat it one last time: start from the starting point, circle around the Seven Saints Square, and run towards the east wall. Remember to pick up the beacon when you get near the tower, then turn back and pass through the craftsman area, and pick up the two beacons along the way. After that, sprint towards the statue of the Seven Saints with all your strength, we will be there to celebrate you!

Now, everyone is ready! "

As the fat host shouted hoarsely, the surrounding crowd burst into cheers and cheers.

The Martin Run is the most popular event every year, with runners coming from other cities.

Jonas mingled among the crowd, feeling less nervous than before.

He glanced behind him.

Behind the dense crowd of contestants, there are three people in giant plush uniforms baring their teeth and claws - they will play the role of monsters chasing "Martin" in the event.

The contestants play the role of the "omnipotent, fastest" Super Martin, the protagonist of the mythical story that has been circulated in Rolling Stone Town.

Jonas just listened to the fat host telling the story of Super Martin.

Have to admit.

That story is quite fascinating.

"Hey, stranger."

A provocation came unexpectedly from beside him.

Jonas frowned and looked over.

The person who spoke was a big, fierce man:

"Remember to get out of the way when I speed up later, or don't cry when I squeeze you into the pit."

Jonas was immediately annoyed.

When he was killing people and setting fires in White Bull Harbor, these country bumpkins were still playing house!

How dare you take the initiative to threaten yourself?

He was just trying to give the big guy some color.

But at this time.

The fat host in front suddenly shouted:

"Martins—run!"

The crowd exploded.

The three "monsters" at the end made strange whining sounds.

More than forty people rushed forward in a huddle.

For a while.

The scene was extremely chaotic.

Jonas was initially wrapped up in the crowd.

But very quickly.

He found an opportunity to break through.

Arsonists are already good at running, not to mention that Jonas is also the best among arsonists.

But seeing a few of his rabbits rise and fall, he copied the first echelon from the side!

"Stop that stranger! He just pushed me!"

The big guy's roar came from behind.

Jonas sneered.

I didn’t expect these locals to be so unqualified that they even form cliques in running competitions?

as expected.

Two men from the first group in front suddenly crowded towards him.

Jonas was driven out of his anger.

At that moment, he shouted angrily, and his speed suddenly increased a lot.

Whoosh!

He surpassed those people like a phantom.

"Wow!"

There were exclamations from the audience on both sides of the road.

Jonas was extremely proud.

"Let's show these country bumpkins what real speed is!"

He quickened his pace.

Moving forward at an incredible speed.

in a blink.

He surpassed the first group who had a head start.

"Amazing!"

"Come on!"

"He runs so fast!"

Amidst the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd.

Jonas was completely immersed in the world of running.

He tried hard to adjust his breathing and control his pace - Arsonist's strongest point was actually sprinting, but he didn't want to lose to others, so he still maintained a good speed after taking the lead.

The scenery in front of me gradually becomes blurry.

Only the cheers from both sides continued.

Unconsciously.

Jonas's hand was already filled with three tokens.

And ahead.

Under the statue of the Seven Saints ahead is the finish line that has just been drawn.

that moment.

A roar of cheers came like a tsunami.

Almost everyone was cheering for Jonas's wonderful performance.

He himself was greatly encouraged.

I just sprinted all the way to the finish line!

"Let's welcome the winner of this Martin Run - the gentleman who comes from the unknown country - who only registered one name, Jonas!"

The fat host roared loudly.

Everyone followed suit and applauded.

There were several young and strong young men running over enthusiastically.

Someone placed a wreath on Jonas' head that symbolized the championship.

The others teamed up to lift him up, throw him into the air, fall, and then throw him into the air again!

"Jonas! Jonas!"

"Amazing Jonas!"

Everyone is celebrating enthusiastically.

Jonas himself was completely carried away.

He enjoyed the crowd.

In a state of confusion.

He was crowded towards the makeshift podium.

"Hey, awesome Jonas!"

The fat host said loudly:

"You are a well-deserved champion, and you have advanced the record of previous years by one minute. How did you do it?"

Jonas was about to answer.

The host suddenly thrust a large jar of honey into his hand.

"This is the champion's reward!"

Immediately afterwards.

Several heavily armed garrison members appeared behind him.

"ah!"

Before Jonas could react.

He was subdued by Kong Wu's powerful team members.

"Sorry, but you ran too fast. We have reason to suspect that you are also a member of the Silver Frost Brotherhood."

The bearded leader explained apologetically:

"Come with us. If it turns out to be our mistake later, I will personally compensate you with another jar of honey, um, a big jar."

that moment.

Jonas felt a ringing in his ears.

His eyes frantically searched for traces of his companion Leon in the crowd.

But he couldn't find Leon.

All he saw were surprised faces.

People didn't seem to realize why the garrison wanted to arrest this fast-running young man.

And right now.

Everyone was suddenly surprised to find that it was dark above their heads!

boom!

at the same time.

A clear explosion of fireworks exploded in the artificial night.

Colorful patterns spread out at any time.

People cheered and applauded the sudden magical fireworks.

"Ronan! Ronan!"

Someone was shouting the name of the spell caster.

When hearing this word.

Jonas's confused mind suddenly became extremely clear-headed.

That moment.

His peripheral vision suddenly caught a figure in the corner of the crowd who was walking away from the crowd step by step.

That back view.

It was the man he had seen in the portrait!

Legendary mage.

Ronan!

"No...this is impossible! I, I have to tell everyone the news! Ronan is not lost in the star realm at all, he is still in the town!"

Jonas struggled subconsciously.

As a result, he was completely stood up by the defenders.

Then he was mercilessly taken to prison.

The originally joyous town of Rolling Stone.

Because of this brilliant magical fireworks, the undercurrent surged again.

…

"Hint: You have completed a large-scale bluffing performance, and you have initially mastered the two elements in the field of "deception": bluffing and tricks."

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