GLP Harbour, Matthew's estate

As soon as he walked into the reference room, a thick book flew over, he frowned, raised his hand, bounced the book open, and then frowned and looked inside.

The neat data room was in disarray, with all sorts of books scattered across the collapsed shelves, and two monkey-like monsters at the height of human thighs, with pointed ears and long mouths, were throwing books at each other on top of the two stacks of books.

This is a green-skinned goblin, a branch of the ancient goblin species, born with a certain element and its own elemental hand this spell, has a very strong short-term memory for words.

"How long are you going to make a fuss?" said Matthew, blowing his beard, and the voice came in.

"Master Matthew, it's Gru's fault that he broke our agreement and left most of the work to Hammy. A green-skinned goblin pointed to another green-skinned goblin who looked the same in Matthew's eyes anyway and said angrily

"Lord Wizard, Hami has been tricked, the part of the file it rummaged through is relatively thin, and Gru only agreed to it when he was deceived. ”

Although the green-skinned goblins have many advantages, their inferior nature is also obvious, lazy, calculating, and always making a mess of things.

"Well, I don't want this argument to go on endlessly. ”

Matthew waved his hand, then took out a short, one-handed wand from his robe, and pronounced two syllables, one end of the wand pointing slowly at the messy data room.

An invisible force controlled the books in the reference room to slowly take off, and the collapsed bookshelves were also re-erected, and the books flew in one by one, and the messy data room was quickly organized and neat.

After doing all this, Matthew put away his magic wand, and then asked the two green-skinned goblins, "Now tell me the results of your review of the file, have you found the identities of those two wizards?"

"No, according to the information provided by the wizard of Magles, we have looked through all the files, and there are none, there are not many witches who master the gods and demons, and there will be no mistake. ”

"The other spell cast by the apprentice should be a self-created spell, and there is no clue from the influence of the crystal ball record. Hami Elf added.

"That's right—" Matthew frowned

Although the elves have all kinds of problems, one of the characteristics of this creature is that they can't lie, and since they say they've read it all, there must be no mistake.

"I see. Nodding, Matthew took out two thumb-sized magic stones, the eyes of the two green-skinned goblins suddenly bloomed with a dark green light, the pointed ears were straight, and the greedy look even made people suspect that they would pounce in the next second, in fact, if Matthew didn't throw the philosopher's stone over, they would indeed do it.

Many materials have an irresistible attraction for greenskins, and this Philosopher's Stone is one of them, and if they see it, they will fight for it at all costs, even if it costs them their lives.

"One piece per person, no fighting. After a solemn explanation, Matthew, who was still not at ease, separated the philosopher's stones and threw them to the elves.

Leaving the data room, Matthew turned and went downstairs, he had set aside a tower in the manor for the Necronomical Pagoda to live in, as a sign of respect, and he couldn't stand the guys who worked with the dead all day long.

Near the tower, in the distance, he smelled a rotten stench that made him frown unconsciously, Matthew was a very stylish wizard, and liked to plant all kinds of flowers and plants in the manor, and the flowers and plants near the tower had withered and withered by this time.

Touching his forehead, Matthew secretly decided that he must find an excuse to send this group of Necromantic Tower guys out of the manor, and let them go to Anjie, and the guy who likes to put all kinds of organs on his body must be able to talk to them.

Calming down, Matthew walked into the tower, where he was greeted by several women shrouded in black robes, with pale skin and hollow and numb eyes, and Matthew didn't know if they were alive or dead, because he couldn't feel their breathing or heartbeat.

After identifying himself, the woman moved out of the way and went up the spiral staircase to the top floor, where Matthew walked into the room where Magles was.

The wizard who didn't know how many times the body had been transformed, and could no longer judge the age from the surface, was standing in front of a hanging female corpse at this time, holding a thin blade in his hand, dissecting the female corpse, when the blade cut the skin, the white and tender flesh was separated on both sides, and the blood flowed out, at this time he would always unconsciously show an intoxicated expression.

Necromancers and those who like to modify flesh call this an art, but for an elemental wizard who has been working with nature for many years, this art has nothing to offer.

"Maglesian Wizard. Matthew looked away and bowed

"How's it going?" asked Magles, without looking up

"I'm sorry. Matthew shook his head, then continued, "I'll let my knight investigate this matter, and I hope you will be patient." ”

Magles's hand paused, then he withdrew his arm, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the blood on his hand, picked up a glass of plasma on the table and drank it, and asked, "Hasn't this continent always been under the control of your Black Tower?

"I'm sorry. Matthew shook his head

"Is it useful to apologize?" Magles's voice suddenly sharpened, and several ghosts poured out behind him, shouting at Matthew in unison: "Can an apology bring my little Ernst back to life?

Magles' face became extremely hideous, and the aura of death on his body intensified, as if he was on the verge of an explosion at any time.

Matthew raised his hand, and a golden flame erupted naturally from his hand, and the engulfed necromantic aura immediately parted to both sides, and the ghost behind Magles had a look of fear.

Matthew then said without humility or arrogance: "Lord Magles, I am just a liaison of the Black Tower, you don't need to spill your temper on me, if you have any doubts, you can go to the Black Tower to find Lord Alastor to question it." ”

Magles' face changed rapidly several times, but at last he calmed down, and the breath of death gradually dissipated, and he looked away and asked:

"How long?"

"It won't be long, in a few years, we'll give you an answer. ”