……

"Why doesn't this soldier learn well every day?!"

Seeing the latest tips, Matthew couldn't help but complain in his heart:

"What's the use of you being a skeleton greedy for ink coins!"

Return to the hotel.

He and Luo Lan said that they wanted to go back to the room to rest, and Luo Lan showed a second understanding look and walked away considerately.

So far, Matthew didn't bother to explain anything to him.

He waited quietly in the guest room for Bing's return.

Another ten minutes passed.

A soldier's figure swooped in front of Matthew.

This is the effect of the "Shadow Slingshot", which gives Ah Bing the ability to travel freely between the material and shadow worlds, one second others are still wandering downstairs, and the next second they arrive at the side of their master, Matthew.

"Ding-dong-ding-dong!"

The soldier began to shake the gold coins hidden on the inside of his cloak.

He shook for a moment, and finally retracted his wrist, and took a big step back seemingly honestly, with a posture of standing guard for his master dutifully.

Matthew sneered:

"That's all?"

There are currently more than 40 gold coins on the table, which is actually quite a lot, most likely because a pickpocket is carrying the stolen money that has just been collected from various younger brothers today.

Ah Bing was stunned for a moment, pretending not to understand Matthew's words, and twisted his hips slightly.

But he only twisted twice, and was stopped by Matthew:

"You've disappointed me so much!"

Bing stood there dumbfounded.

He stared into Matthew's eyes, the soul fire in his skull jumping uneasily.

A certain moment.

He took another step forward, his withered wrist continuing to shake on the table.

Cracking sound!

After a pleasant sound.

Matthew found that the number of gold coins on the table had doubled, and there were almost 80 coins!

"Black eats black and the money is really fast, I borrowed Luolan 120 today, and I returned a big mouthful of blood this time!"

Matthew froze and continued to look at Bing with scrutinizing eyes.

A little gold coin may be a small thing for Matthew.

Ah Bing's mind is only seven years old, and he is in dire need of education.

The master is like a parent, and Matthew must let him know what it means not to be evil!

"That's all?"

He continued to question coldly.

Bing stayed for a few more seconds.

There was a faint sense of grievance from the undead contract.

After a while.

Bing stepped forward again, shaking his wrist.

The gold coins that leaked out this time were relatively sparse, but there were more than a dozen.

Matthew was secretly surprised, and simply became a repeater:

"That's all?"

Ah Bing was completely stupid there.

This time.

He was down for more than thirty seconds.

Then he took a step forward.

Just when Matthew thought that Ah Bing was going to continue to hand over the gold coins he had hidden, he suddenly stretched out his other hand and broke off the palm of his right hand in unison!

Click!

He dumbfounded and handed Matthew the completely smooth slice of his palm.

Matthew was stunned for a moment, and then a wave of guilt rose in his heart.

But just as he was reflecting on whether he had gone too far, he suddenly saw a flash of golden light in his cloak through Ah Bing's broken forearm!

"This guy, would you rather not have the palm of your hand and keep those gold coins privately?"

Matthew couldn't laugh or cry.

"Forget it, I won't bother with you this time, but I won't take it as an example."

Matthew expertly loaded his palms on for Bing.

Then he sternly reprimanded:

"If you really like these gold coins, I can promise you that you can get 10% of the gold coins on the enemies you kill in the future as your own loot."

"But other than that, you can't take any more points, understand?"

Bing listened to Matthew's reprimand in a daze.

Matthew thought he didn't understand, so he repeated it several times.

A few minutes later.

Ah Bing suddenly got down on one knee in excitement and practiced a great gift at the horse that he couldn't understand.

The soul fire in his skull burned violently, and compared to usual, it was as if a sleeping volcano had suddenly entered an active period!

……

"Hint: Given your promise to divide the spoils wisely, Bing is very grateful to you, and his loyalty to you has increased to 120!

Since Bing has over 120 loyalty to you, Bing shares his ability "Short Weapon Mastery" with you!

Short Weapon Mastery (Nerf/Enhanced): You are good at using short weapons; When you use a short weapon, attack speed, attack damage, and critical strike chance are all increased by 15%;

AUGMENTATION: FOR YOU, THE DEFINITION OF SHORT WEAPONS IS BROADER (ANY WEAPON WITH A SIZE OF NO MORE THAN 30CM IS A SHORT WEAPON);

……

Bing's keywords have changed:

Intermittent gold hunting (gray) → continuous dedication (blue)

Consistent Dedication (Blue): As long as his needs are met, he will no longer be greedy for any loot, and will do all the loot picking up for you as long as he can!"

……

"After the loyalty of the undead of the contract exceeds 120, it will be possible to steadily gain shared abilities?"

Matthew noticed the change in the textual description.

Loyalty, in fact, has always been a very mysterious indicator.

The low-level necrons have no loyalty attribute, and despite their small amount of consciousness and intelligence, they remain 100% loyal to the summoner.

There is also no such thing as loyalty for the High Necromancy.

For example, Peggy, not to mention loyalty, Matthew can't even see her six attributes, and her abilities and abilities are even explored in the process of getting along day and night.

Peggy didn't want Matthew to know if she hid her hole cards.

Matthew probably can't figure it out in his life.

Only those who have been born with a certain amount of wisdom and a little humanity, but have not sublimated to the level of Peggy, will have the special indicator of "loyalty".

Matthew's subordinates currently have loyalty indicators for Xiao Boil, Ah Bing and Ah Piao.

If you want to share the abilities of the undead stably.

Naturally, we have to start with these three.

Matthew pondered for a moment, then drew his attention back to the moment.

"Short Weapon Mastery" is still somewhat useful for mages.

In addition to the hand crossbow, each mage also has a dagger for self-defense, and if the level is higher, it is a spell dagger.

This dagger is often the mage's last underpants.

If you can use the dagger well, you may be able to do miracles.

But what worries Matthew the most is the change in Ah Bing!

He was annoyed that this guy had a gray keyword again, but he didn't expect that through his own words and teachings, he miraculously transformed the negative keyword into a positive one!

Does this mean that other keywords have room to convert or improve?

Matthew looked at the kneeling soldier and fell into deep thought.

……

As night fell, Matthew and Loran walked the streets of Zeshui City together.

At night, the normally lifeless city suddenly comes to life.

There is noticeably more foot traffic on the streets.

Lorraine said:

"Doesn't that seem strange? There are many more people going out at night than during the day. This is because there is a superstition among the residents here, they believe that the probability of getting sick when they go out at night is much smaller than during the day, so they will not choose to go out during the day for many things that can be solved at night. ”

"So in Zeshui City, the best-selling things besides holy water are lanterns and candles."

Matthew found it interesting:

"How many people believe this nonsense?"

Lorain shook his head:

"It's not necessarily nonsense, I've asked many people who have been living in Zeshui City for a long time, and they have observed that they rarely get sick when they go out at night, but not during the day. This may not be a superstition, but a rule. ”

Matthew nodded earnestly.

When you get to the theater door.

He suddenly asked:

"We've just walked all the way, haven't we met those coughers who like to march?"

Lorraine nodded and said:

"That's right, maybe that's why it's not easy to get infected when you go out at night? Those sick guys who have to hang around don't seem to go out much at night. ”

Matthew guessed thoughtfully:

"Or maybe it's not that they're reluctant to go out at night, but that the Plague King isn't willing to pay them at night?"

Hearing this, Luo Lan laughed and said:

"This guess is very plausible! Maybe the King of the Plague is the clown in the theater we're going to, because he's busy at work at night, so he doesn't have time to hire someone to spread the plague! ”

At this point, he suddenly dragged Matthew towards a small alley on the side of the theater, and said excitedly as he went:

"Remember the last time we chased Red Mask? Let's go over and take a look, maybe there's an unexpected discovery! ”

The two of them walked deep into the alley, which happened to be the back of the theater, not to mention, they really bumped into something.

The back door of the theater at this time.

A man is impatiently flailing a woman's arm.

The woman looked less than twenty, her lower abdomen was slightly bulging, and her appearance was very sweet, but her hair and clothes were a little messy.

But when he saw the woman grasping the man's forearm, he pleaded:

"I love you, Bran, I really love you, I can't live without you, I've got your baby, I don't expect you to do anything for us, but can you come and see me once in a while?"

"We haven't seen each other for more than three months, and you keep saying you're busy, I can understand that, but why do you always find time when you're just with me?"

"Bran, please, please don't be so ruthless, please don't leave me!"

The man said impatiently:

"Isn't it enough that I'm willing to see you when the show is about to start proving that I value you?

Renee, my career doesn't allow me to be dragged down by my family, I've told you so many times, I thought you could understand that.

I've always thought you're a well-behaved girl, and I broke up with Cassidy because I liked you, don't let me down, you know? ”

The woman's expression was a little confused:

"But, but, but I was pregnant, my parents found out about this, kicked me out, I ran out of money, now there is nowhere to go, I dare not go home, my father wants me to kill this child."

The man patted her face and said indifferently:

"Your dad is right, it's good for everyone to get rid of this kid. As for money, don't count on me, my trouser pockets are cleaner than yours, and if it weren't for that, I wouldn't be so busy performing on stage. Don't look at me on stage, I'm just making some hard-earned money. ”

"Anyway, Renee, go home, or you kill this kid yourself, only then can we continue our relationship. I'm busy right now, let's go, before I get completely disappointed in you. ”

As he spoke, he scolded Matthew and the others:

"Fuck off! You annoying flies! Don't stay at the back door of the theater, or I'll call the guards!" ”

The words were fierce, but he quickly retreated behind the door.

Bang!

The back door was tightly closed.

Only the woman was left helplessly leaning against the door and weeping silently.

"Ma'am, do you need our help?"

Lorraine walked up gentlemanly.

Who knew that the woman actually glanced at him fiercely:

"Don't meddle! If you dare to spread the word about me and Bran, I'll let you go around without food! ”

With that, she wiped away her tears and walked away menacingly.

Matthew watched the scene with interest, it was the first time he had seen Loren deflated in front of a woman.

"That man just now is the protagonist of tonight's show - Brandon. White, right? ”

He walked over and asked.

Loren still had an indifferent expression:

"That's right, it's this bad boy, it seems that it's not the first time he's a big girl's belly."

Matthew looked at him with an inquiring gaze:

So this is also the effect of "chasing the wind and shadows"? Did you just sense that there was going to be a bloody scene here? ”

Loren waved his hand:

"I don't need to "catch the wind", that thing is used to capture big events, and for this kind of regional gossip, I have a special ability called "grapevine".

"As soon as I get close to an area where something like this is likely to happen, I can smell gossip."

The more Matthew listened, the more wrong it became:

"Are you sure you're a proper bard?"

Lorraine blinked:

"Everybody has their own secrets, Matthew, if you can all be called a necromancer, then why can't I be a bard?"

"Let's go, it's almost time to enter."

The two left the alley and returned to the avenue, and after walking for long, they came to the main entrance of the drama theater.

The square was now full of horse-drawn carriages of all kinds.

From time to time, men and women in fashionable clothes and elegant temperaments walked out of the car holding each other.

The servants handed over the tickets to the master's house, and after a brief inspection, naturally someone from the theater would come and lead them in.

There were indeed a lot of people who came to see this scene, and although everyone was either rich or expensive, there was still a short queue at the door.

This time Loren didn't cut the line.

And while the two were patiently waiting, there was a small episode at the door of the theater:

A young waiter who was in charge of checking the tickets suddenly fainted, and this scene caused quite a stir.

He was lying on the ground with red ears and sweat on his forehead, and he had the same symptoms as when he had a fever.

There were whispers in the crowd, but not many people left.

Soon someone from the theater carried him away.

It's just that there is one less person who is already overstretched, and the phenomenon of queuing at the door is even more serious.

Many powerful people couldn't help but complain.

At this time, a middle-aged lady in a long black dress walked out, and she shouted to the staff who were uncertain as she walked:

"Don't look at it, don't look at it! Bari's kid insisted on staying up late at work for three days in a row, because he was too tired to faint, not for other reasons, you all give me a good time to continue to receive guests! ”

"Lawrence! What about the Lawrences? Let him come over in place of Barry, remember to let him be careful, if something goes wrong, I will definitely ask the regimental commander to drive him away when I turn around! ”

This middle-aged lady had a mean face, and all the staff at the door lowered their heads as if they saw her, and only dared to do the work at hand only if they saw her.

After a while, a young man with a smile on his face walked out of the theater.

As soon as he appears, he gives people a comical feeling.

The middle-aged lady sternly warned:

"Today's work can't afford to be lost, the people you receive are either rich or expensive, and if something goes wrong, you know what will happen!"

"Yes, Mrs. Jace!"

The young man seemed eager to seize the opportunity, and nodded vigorously.

Under the critical gaze of a middle-aged lady.

He got to work in an orderly manner.

Contrary to everyone's expectations.

He did a good job, even better than other professional ticket inspectors.

He seems to have practiced countless times in advance every process involved in the ticket inspection work, and he handled it impeccably.

Even if he encounters some unexpected small situations, he can deal with them appropriately.

Soon.

The phenomenon of crowd accumulation at the entrance of the theater has been alleviated.

The middle-aged lady was still staring at Lawrence's back with a sinister gaze.

The latter seems to be invisible, just silently doing their job.

It was Matthew's turn.

Lorraine handed the ticket over.

The other party showed a very standard bright smile, full of white teeth and even the ruddy roots of the teeth were exposed:

"Hello, there is no problem with your ticket, you can choose to go to the box on the second floor, or you can watch our show up close in the first row on the first floor."

Lawrence said with a smile.

Lorraine responded with the same bright smile:

"We don't go to the box, we sit in the first row."

"Yes sir, I'll arrange for you right away."

Lawrence shouted into the theater.

It didn't take long for a female worker with a big waist and a round waist to lead the way.

Lawrence handed the ticket back to Lorraine:

"Thank you for your support of Southern Theatre and may you have a great evening."

He said the same thing to Matthew.

Matthew nodded politely.

As the two sides passed by, he suddenly noticed that the tip of the other party's nose was a little unnaturally crimson.

"In fact, there are many strange sayings in Zeshui City, in addition to the fact that it is safer to go out after dark, there is also the saying that "the employees of the Southern Drama Theater will not get sick".

on the first row of seats.

Lorain stretched comfortably and chatted to Matthew:

"But the kid just now obviously had a fever, so this statement is self-defeating."

Matthew replied:

"When I first came down from above, I heard a lot of people talking about it, and several of them swore that none of the staff at the theater had ever been sick before, and if their claims were true, then the waiter who had just fallen was the first person in the theater to get sick."

"Really?"

Lorraine refreshed as if he had discovered a blind spot:

"Does that mean something special is going to happen tonight?"

Matthew looked at him playfully:

"This should be for you, right? Gossip, or chasing after the wind? ”

Loren shrugged:

"Frequent use of power can take away a lot of the fun of life, and tonight, I just want to be an ordinary spectator."

Matthew smiled and didn't say anything more.

The theater was filled with people one after another.

The warm-up show has already begun on the stage.

A good show.

Let's get started.

……

(End of chapter)