MTL - A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees-Chapter 148 Gossip and the Bugs

  Chapter 148 Gossip and the Bugman

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   "Ah~~~"

"OK OK!"

   After a while, Margaret interrupts Matthew:

   "It can be seen that you don't have much talent, but you work hard enough. As long as you remember this feeling and go back and practice repeatedly, you will have the opportunity to initially master the practice method of Suriel's singing method."

"And to really get started, you need to persevere in continuous practice. There are no shortcuts in the world of magic. Many places that you think are shortcuts are often traps. In the process of practice, the most important thing is the standard way of speaking. If you If you forget it accidentally, you need extra lessons to relearn, you know what I mean?"

  Matthew nodded.

  Margaret means to add money.

   "This is the end of today's lesson."

  Margaret took out a small jar like a conjuring and put it on Matthew's table:

   "You say a word now."

  Matthew opened his mouth:

   "Ah~~~"

   "No, my voice..."

  He suddenly realized that he was very dumb!

"This is a normal phenomenon. Practicing Suriel's singing method will wear a lot on the vocal cords in the early stage. This is because you have not fully mastered the abdominal breathing method. When you master the essence of it, it will be much better. "

"So in the early stage of practice, you need the assistance of some potions, for example, my homemade throat lozenges, just one can restore your throat to its original state, you can take up to twelve pills a day, but theoretically I It is only recommended that you take two pills a day, and 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 was immediately relieved when he heard the words.

  Margaret did not open her mouth like a lion, which exceeded Matthew's expectations, but thinking about it carefully, she does not seem to have the 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 friendship with Margaret.

  Unexpectedly, Margaret jumped up and strongly refused:

   "You still want to buy three bottles at once? I rubbed them one by one. It's very troublesome! I only charge one hundred gold coins, and I'll only sell you one bottle! Put away the other money!"

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

  Matthew was silent.

  He swallowed a piece of throat lozenge and the cool taste passed his throat, as if a small hand was gently scratching the cavity of his throat, it felt itchy, but it was indescribably pleasant.

   One candy goes down.

  Matthew's voice returned to normal.

   "Last homework, show me."

   Margaret urged.

  Matthew obediently took out his homework.

  The last topic was—

  If you were this black-robed mage, and your enemies were known to be true polymorphs, turning them into mosquitoes and fleas, what would you do?

  And Matthew's answer was actually only three words.

   Hide in the water.

  Margaret was a little dissatisfied when she saw it:

   "Can your answer be more perfunctory?"

  Matthew has an honest look:

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

   Margaret asked:

   "What if he guards you on the shore?"

  Matthew said:

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

  Margaret asked again:

   "What if there are no waters such as rivers or lakes near where you fight?"

  Matthew has 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 makes my crotch wet and looks a bit indecent, but you also said that fighting has never been decent. argument. So I think it is acceptable.”

   "As for the 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 style was easily cracked by you?"

  Matthew thought for a while:

   "If I didn't know about your move in advance, I'm afraid that the fate of the black-robed mage would be exactly the same. For most people, they would never have thought of such... a different move."

   "Okay, okay, you barely passed."

  Margaret crossed her arms, looking old-fashioned:

"But you have to understand that both water manipulation and bubble spells are time-limited, while my harassment is endless. Most importantly, when I master True Shapeshifting, the initiative will always be in my hands. "

  Matthew nodded:

   "You are right, I also intend to practice True Transfiguration."

  Margaret seems to be in a good mood:

   "You are very discerning, but the secret of True Transfiguration can only be taught to you in the practical class."

   "But having said that, you will pass the homework this time, and you will never pass the homework last time!"

   "About how to make money, you have to give me a new assignment, and you have to tailor the content to my situation."

  Margaret's thoughts are clearly revealed.

  Matthew smiled wryly:

   "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 submit a perfect answer."

  Matthew asked curiously:

   "Is Master Isabel good at making money?"

"certainly!"

  Margaret immediately replied:

   "According to legend, her wealth is enough to buy three alliances!"

   "Later this legend was known by Sir Ekmond, and he quickly came out to refute the rumors and said that there must be more than three!"

   Matthew was amazed.

  Margaret said again:

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

  Matthew said blankly:

   "I haven't heard of it."

  Margaret said with relish:

  "At the beginning of the Scar of the Dead project, Ms. Isabel proposed the solution of Mordenkain's scalpel, and initially obtained the consent of the other two Masters of Heaven.

  But during the implementation stage of the project, Ms. Suriel was the first to turn against the water, and since then the bridge between the two of them has been forged.

   But then again, Ms. Suriel did this for a reason.

  The feud between the two of them can be traced almost as far back as the Scourge mage was still around.

   It's just that at first, they can 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 gossip fire was also hooked:

   "What the **** happened?"

  Margaret snorted:

"You know, Ms. Suriel is a student of 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's Dragon Slaying Spear is theirs. Considered a prime example of the vase spell.

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

  But her purpose of doing this is to prove to everyone that slaying dragons will not lose money.

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

  Matthew came to his senses a bit:

   "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 find the remaining five-color dragons and warn them that they were about to be slaughtered."

  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 she warns, when she leaves, she loots and loots those dragon nests!"

"ah?"

  Matthew didn't expect this kind of operation.

   "This has led to the fact that every dragon slaughtered by Suriel after that is an empty-nest dragon!"

   "The dead dragons can't speak, and the living dragons think that Suriel has looted the wealth of these dragon lairs!"

   "For a long time afterwards, Ms. Suriel was very depressed. While she was carrying the scapegoat, where did the wealth in Chalong's nest go?"

  Margaret complained very much for her mentor.

  Matthew hesitated:

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

"No."

   Margaret shook her head:

"She didn't find anything, but she had some doubts about 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 congratulatory gift. It was not until that night that the unsolved mystery of where the treasure house of the dragon once circulated among the high-ranking members of the alliance was revealed."

  Matthew asked cautiously:

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

   Margaret shook her head:

   "You underestimated 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 fully claim that this hobby happened more frequently during that time."

   "Since then, the relationship between them, which they originally disliked each other, has become even worse. This is the follow-up of my mentor's Temporary Anti-Water Mark of the Dead project."

  Matthew just nodded.

   It would be interesting to discuss the gossip about these big names, but he wouldn't completely believe what Margaret said.

   Margaret must have heard the news from Suriel.

  The same thing, said from different populations, may have completely two appearances.

  He is responsible for eating 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 have 10% of Isabel's ability, you will definitely be able to write better homework."

  Margaret looked at Matthew with fiery eyes.

  Matthew cleared his throat:

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

  Margaret's eyes suddenly became unfriendly:

   "It's okay to ask for leave!"

   "But the homework must be handed in!"

   "Hand in homework, or take care of me, you have to choose one!"

  …

  Leaving the Crucible House, Matthew went to the Lord's Mansion again and informed Rhaegar that the time to crusade against the Wither Cult was postponed until tomorrow morning.

no way.

  He must calibrate his pronunciation as soon as possible while the echo of Margaret is still in his mind.

  Matthew’s initial plan for the crash course was to go his own way firmly and absorb the essence from what Margaret said.

   But he gradually found out.

  What Margaret said is the essence!

  And Suriel's singing method is the essence of the essence.

  He can only take it all.

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

  The next morning.

   The well-prepared Matthew walked into the Lord's Mansion with throat lozenges in his mouth.

  He bumped into Rega who came out to pour coffee in his pajamas.

   "I'm ready to go."

  Matthew reminded tactfully.

  Rega let out an "oh", showing 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 while.

   It’s okay to have breakfast. He ate two bites of bread when he went out in the morning, and his stomach is not very firm.

   Then he said:

"good."

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

   Several maids brought up an assortment of breakfast from the kitchen.

  At the dinner table, the two chatted while eating.

quickly.

   An hour passed.

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

   "I'm going to organize the equipment, wait for me."

  Matthew returned to the office lobby and waited.

   Two hours later.

  He woke up from the sofa rubbing his eyes and saw Zeller working on the desk.

  Matthew yawned:

   "Where is Rhaegar?"

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

   "Mrs. Wesley!"

   "Where is my sword oil?"

   "Didn't you take it? Who else would enter my storage room if it wasn't you? How many times have I said, don't just enter my storage room!"

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

   "Oh oh, that's right, that's right, I remembered wrongly last time that box of sword oil was sold to Matthew in the south. I'm sorry, I remembered wrongly."

   "But your attitude is not good either!"

   "Although my memory is wrong, don't you have 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 when I get older, I become a little procrastinated."

   "You have to understand him, Matthew."

   "Sometimes, you have to push him too."

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

  And on the ground, there are a lot of things scattered in large and small bags:

  Night clothes, day clothes, a lot of bottles and cans, tent modules, adventure modules, thieves toolbox, goose feather pillows, seven or eight hammocks, barbecue grills, a set of dishes...

  Matthew said in surprise:

   "Are you moving?"

   Rhaegar put on a pair of bust armor, and then replied solemnly:

  “When you go out, you must be well-prepared, and you must bring everything you need.”

   "Does this fit me?"

  Matthew looked at his swollen belly:

"Well enough."

   "But where we're going may not require heavy armor."

  Rega shook his head and said:

   “You never know what’s going to happen out there.”

   "That's all, I'll take it first, anyway, my storage ring is big enough, hehehe."

   As he spoke, he triumphantly put away his things.

  When passing by Matthew.

  He also 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 a storage item of 1 cubic meter is already very powerful."

   Upon hearing this.

   The slight impatience in Matthew's heart disappeared instantly.

quickly.

   There was a slightly guilty smile on his face:

"Is such that."

   "Clean up slowly, I'll wait for you outside."

   Another half hour passed.

  When Rhaegar came to the office hall fully armed.

   Mrs. Wesley has come to remind:

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

  Rega didn't say anything.

  He just smiled and looked at Matthew:

"You decide."

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

  However, today's lunch is extraordinarily rich.

   After eating, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

  Not to mention Rhaegar, even when Matthew walked into the office hall rubbing his belly, the turbulent sleepiness tortured his eyelids.

   "How about a nap?"

  Rega tentatively suggested:

   "A proper nap can help improve combat effectiveness."

   What else can 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? Has the concierge delivered it yet?"

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

  Amid Rhaegar's yelling.

   Another half hour passed.

  The two people, who were gradually rejuvenated, looked at each other in blank dismay.

   Matthew asked:

   "There are at least three hours before dinner, is there anything unfinished?"

  Rega slapped the table:

   "Where are you talking!?"

   "Let's go!"

   As he spoke, he walked out of the hall imposingly, and went straight to the gate of the lord's mansion.

   Matthew was a little curious and followed closely.

  The two came to the door.

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

   "Bad, I forgot to have the horse ready."

   "My horse..."

  Before he finished speaking, Matthew hugged him.

Snapped!

  A magic carpet was spread out on the floor.

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

   Whoosh.

  The magic carpet slowly flew away from the ground.

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

  She couldn't help showing an expression of envy:

   "They have such a good relationship now."

   "Did you go on a trip today?"

   Mrs. Wesley passed her carrying a jug of water:

   "Fortunately, I heard that they are going to fight against some enemy, my dear, if they really go on a trip, you should be worried."

  Sif smiled, her eyes twinkled:

   "I don't believe in those nonsense."

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

   Finished speaking.

  She coughed lightly twice.

  Mrs. Wesley hurriedly stretched out a hand and touched her forehead:

   "It's hot! Go back and rest, kid."

   "Although members of your Blood Banner family always act strangely during the awakening period, it's rare for you to have fried eggs on your head all the time."

  Sif nodded obediently:

   "Will I become a devil?"

  Mrs. Wesley gently touched her head:

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

   "How could it be possible to become a devil? There are at most two horns on its head."

   Sif bowed her head in embarrassment and coughed twice:

   "I think so too."

  …

  The magic carpet flew all the way to the northwest.

  Because it was the first long-distance travel with the magic carpet, Matthew could not fly high or fast.

  The average height above the ground is about 200 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 a little closer, I want to sit in the middle."

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

   "Can I grab your belt?"

  He seems to have a little fear of heights, but it's not very obvious.

  Matthew is focusing on pathfinding and manipulation.

   Half an hour after takeoff.

  He saw the outline of the North Trading Post from a distance.

  After that, Matthew went all the way west.

  The area ahead has become a dense hilly area.

   After more than an hour.

  Matthew passed the border of Rolling Stone Town from the air, and there is a road all the way north nearby, which is the direction to Strom City.

  West of the highway is complete wilderness.

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

   In order to identify the direction.

   Matthew had to lower his altitude and slow down his speed.

  He is always on the alert.

  Because there are monsters in places far away from the road.

  The Seven Saints Alliance will regularly send mages to wipe out monsters or alien races in certain areas on a large scale.

  Their focus of extermination is near the city-states and roads.

   This is the tradition of the Seven Saints Alliance.

  The people who lead the team every time they clear up must be at least a fifth-level mage.

  This is to ensure that every action can achieve the goal of killing most of the hidden dangers that may endanger human beings in their cradles.

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

  If there are, they are basically newly emerged 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 of monsters and alien races is much looser.

  Let's say this hill that Matthew is spending now.

  The name of this place is Moss Green Hills.

  The terrain here is not only intricate, but also full of water vapor. Matthew looked down from the magic carpet, and every time he passed a small hill, he might see a puddle or a spring.

   As far as he knew.

   This area is populated by bullyrogs.

  The bully frogmen are a kind of demihuman race with not particularly high intelligence, probably stronger than goblins.

   But they're a little better.

  They know who to mess with and who not to mess with.

  Matthew saw a lot of hanging human bones 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 in it belonged to the mage.

  The bully frogmen are not good at communicating with people, but their leader somehow hooked up with the Seven Saints Alliance.

   Matthew reckoned that they spent a lot of money.

   Therefore, this area was also designated by the alliance as a habitat for the bully frogmen by default.

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

   "Remember, our purpose is to find the residence of the Wither Cult, and then wipe them out in one fell swoop."

  Matthew manipulated the magic carpet to slowly pass through the fog over the hills.

  Rega also nodded with a serious face when he heard the words.

Soon after.

  The sun is slowly setting.

  The afterglow of the setting sun casts an orange-yellow halo in the mist.

  The two quietly admired the beauty in front of them.

suddenly.

  The speed of the magic carpet dropped suddenly.

   There was a loud curse in front of him.

   The two of them took a closer look.

  On a hill not far away.

   A group of bully frogmen surrounded a human woman and were punching and kicking her!

  Matthew immediately leaned over.

  …

  (end of this chapter)