……

"Ah~~~"

"Alright, alright!"

After some time, Margaret interrupted Matthew:

"You can see that you don't have much talent, but you work hard enough, as long as you remember this feeling, go back and practice repeatedly, and you will have a chance to get a first grasp of the practice of the Surrell chanting method."

"And if you want to really get started, you need to practice consistently, there are no shortcuts in the world of magic, and many places that you think are shortcuts are often traps. And in the process of practicing, the most important thing is the standard way of speaking, if you accidentally forget, then you need additional lessons to relearn, you know what I mean? ”

Matthew nodded.

Margaret meant to add money.

"That's all 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 so dumb!!

"It's normal, practicing the Surrell chanting method, in the early stages of the vocal cords wear a lot, this is because you don't fully master the abdominal breathing method, and 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 magic potions, for example, my homemade throat lozenge, only one, can restore your throat to its original state, you can eat up to twelve a day, but theoretically I only recommend that you eat two a day, there are 60 in this jar, enough for you to practice for a month."

"The price of teachers and students, one hundred gold coins, do you want to buy it?"

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

Margaret didn't have a lion's mouth, which was beyond Matthew's expectations, but when you think about it, she really doesn't seem to have the talent to make money.

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

Matthew decides to unleash his kindness.

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

Unexpectedly, Margaret jumped up and strongly refused:

"You still want to buy three bottles at once? This is my hand rubbing, it's very troublesome! I only charge a hundred gold coins, and I only sell you a bottle! Put the rest of the money away! ”

"When you're done with this bottle, come and buy another bottle from me."

Matthew was silent.

He took a piece of throat lozenge, and the cool taste brushed across his throat, as if a small hand was gently scratching the cavity of his throat, feeling itchy, but indescribably pleasant.

A piece of sugar goes down.

Matthew's voice returned to normal.

"Show me my homework from last time."

Margaret urged.

Matthew obediently took out his homework.

Last time, the topic was-

If you're this black-robed mage and your enemies are known to be good at true transfiguration and can turn into mosquitoes and fleas, what should you do?

And Matthew's answer is actually only three words.

Hide in the water.

Margaret was a little dissatisfied:

"Can your answer be a little more perfunctory?"

Matthew looks honest:

"But hiding in the water does solve the problem, mosquitoes and fleas can only stay on the surface of the water for a while at most, and even if they can go into the water, it will be difficult for them to get into my body in the water."

Margaret asked:

"What if he guards you on the shore?"

Matthew Road:

"I have underwater breathing agents, and as long as I get into the water, I can fight back at any time."

Margaret asked:

"What if you don't have a river or lake near where you're fighting?"

Matthew had already thought about it:

"Water manipulation, it's a very simple spell, it can be used to protect my lower body, the only downside is that it will wet my crotch and look a little indecent, but you also said that fighting is never decent. So I think it's acceptable. ”

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

Margaret glared:

"So my way of fighting was so easily cracked by you?"

Matthew thought for a moment:

"If I hadn't known about your move beforehand, I'm afraid it would have been exactly the same as the fate of the black-robed mage. For most people, such a ...... would not have been thought of at all A trick to find a different way. ”

"Okay, okay, you barely passed."

Margaret clasped her hands on her chest, looking old-fashioned:

"But you have to understand that both water and bubble spells are time-limited, and my harassment is endless. The most important thing is that when I master the True Transfiguration, the initiative is always in my hands. ”

Matthew nodded:

"You're right, I'm interested in practicing True Transfiguration as well."

Margaret seems to be in a good mood:

"You have a good eye, but the secret of true Transfiguration will have to be left to a practical class before it can be taught to you."

"But then again, you passed the assignment this time, and it definitely didn't work last time!"

"In terms of how to make money, you have to hand in a new assignment for me, and you have to tailor a piece of content to my situation."

Margaret's mind was clear.

Matthew smiled bitterly:

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

Margaret looked quite unreasonable:

"I don't care!"

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

Matthew asked with some curiosity:

"Is Lord Isabel very good at making money?"

"Of course!"

Margaret immediately replied:

"Legend has it that she is rich enough to buy three alliances!"

"Later, this legend was known to Lord Ekmond, and he hurriedly came out to refute the rumor that there were definitely more than three!"

Matthew listened in amazement.

Margaret said,

"Do you know what's going on between Lady Isabel and my mentor, Lady Surrell?"

Matthew said blankly:

"Haven't heard of it."

Margaret said with relish:

"Originally working on the Traces of the Dead project, Lady Isabel proposed a solution for Duncan's scalpel, which was initially agreed upon by the other two Babel mages.

But during the implementation phase of the project, Ms. Surier was the first to turn back, and since then the bond between the two of them has been formed.

But then again, Ms. Soulrell did not do this for nothing.

The discord between the two of them dates back almost to the time when the Scourge Mage was still around.

It's just that at first, they can still maintain the relationship of the plastic sisters on the surface.

And while Lady Surrell is slaying the dragon, an incident occurs that makes her very unhappy with Isabel. ”

Matthew's gossip fire is also hooked:

"What the hell is going on?"

Margaret snorted:

"You know, Ms. Surrell studied under Mr. Fei Capital, and Fei Capital's spells have always been known in the Alliance for being cost-effective, and some mages have even laughed at his flashy spells, the most famous of which is the best example of the vase spell they regard.

To clarify this, Lady Soulrell began to slay dragons frequently, interspersing a few capital-consuming spells in the process, mostly using her own spells.

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

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

Matthew kind of reacted:

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

Margaret nodded affirmatively:

"As soon as Isabel heard that Surreel was slaying dragons, her first instinct was to run to find the remaining five-colored dragons and warn them of the imminent slaughter."

Matthew looked surprised:

"Did she do this to protect the dragon?"

Margaret sneered:

"How else to say that Isabel is the most profitable woman in the league? Every time she found a dragon, after she had finished warning her, when she left, she ransacked all of them! ”

"Huh?"

Matthew didn't expect this kind of operation either.

"As a result, every dragon slaughtered by Suriel after that is an empty nest dragon!"

"The dead dragons can't speak, and the dragons that are still alive think that Surreel has ransacked the riches of these dragons' nests!"

"For a long time afterward, Lady Soulel was depressed, and she carried the black cauldron on her back while checking where the wealth in the dragon's nest had gone."

Margaret was upset for her mentor.

Matthew hesitated:

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

"Nope."

Margaret shook her head:

She didn't find anything, just a little suspicious of Isabel. Later, it is estimated that Isabel couldn't help but want to show off, and at Ms. Suriel's 100th birthday party, she gave half of the wealth of the White Dragon's Lair as a gift. It wasn't until that night that the unsolved mystery of where the dragon treasury that had once been circulating in the upper echelons of the alliance was revealed. ”

Matthew cautiously asked:

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

Margaret shook her head:

"You're underestimating the ability of women to maintain a superficial relationship with each other, and they shared a strawberry cake that night."

"Isabel does have room for explanation, robbing dragons is one of the common hobbies of legendary mages, and she can fully claim that this hobby has been a little more frequent during that time."

"Since then, their already unpleasant relationship has become even worse, and this is the follow-up to my mentor's temporary anti-water Traces project."

Matthew listened and just nodded.

It's still interesting to discuss the gossip of these big names, but he won't fully believe Margaret's side of the story either.

Margaret's news must have come from Surrell.

The same thing, spoken from different mouths, may be completely two appearances.

He is responsible for eating melons.

I really want to believe it all.

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

"All in all, if you have Isabel Ichisei skills, you will definitely be able to write better assignments."

Margaret looked at Matthew with burning eyes.

Matthew cleared his throat:

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

Margaret's eyes suddenly became unkind:

"It's okay to take a leave of absence!"

"But the homework must be handed in!"

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

……

Leaving the Cauldron House, Matthew made another trip to the Lord's Mansion, informing him that Rhaeggar's crusade against the Blight Order had been postponed again until tomorrow morning.

No way.

He had to calibrate his pronunciation as soon as he could while he still had Margaret's echo in his head.

Matthew's initial plan for the crash course was to go his own way and take the best out of what Margaret said.

But he gradually found out.

What Margaret said was all about the essence!

And the Surrell chanting method is the essence of the essence.

He had no choice but to take it all.

So that night, Matthew spent most of the night in the cemetery "ah~~~", and the zombies were so shocked that they didn't like to gnaw on the tombstones.

The next morning.

A well-prepared Matthew walked into the Lord's Mansion with a throat lozenge in his mouth.

He bumps into Rhaegar in his pajamas and comes out to pour coffee.

"I'm ready to go."

Matthew tactfully reminded.

Rhaegar let out an "oh" and showed an embarrassed expression:

"I almost forgot about it."

"Have you had breakfast? Why don't you have breakfast together? After breakfast, I went to clean up. ”

Matthew thought for a moment.

It's nothing to have breakfast, he went out in the morning and nibbled on two mouthfuls of bread, and his stomach was not very steady.

So he said:

"Okay."

Rhaegar led Matthew to the side hall of the Lord's Mansion.

A couple of maids brought a dazzling breakfast from the kitchen.

At the dinner table, the two chatted while eating.

Soon.

An hour passed.

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

"I'll go sort out the equipment, you wait for me."

Matthew returned to the office lobby to wait.

Two hours later.

He rubbed his eyes and woke up from the couch to see Zeller working on his desk.

Matthew yawned:

"Where's Rhaegar?"

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

"Mrs. Wesley!"

"Where's my sword oil?"

"You didn't take it? Isn't you, who else will come into my pantry? How many times have I said don't just come into my pantry! ”

"You're just cleaning? Cleaning: Why is my sword oil gone? ”

"Oh oh oh, yes, yes, I misremembered the last time the box of sword oil was taken to Matthew to sell in the south, I'm sorry, I remembered it wrong."

"But your attitude is not good!"

"Even though I'm mistaken, aren't you the slightest bit wrong?"

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 procrastinatory."

"You have to understand him, Matthew."

"Sometimes, you have to push him."

Matthew followed the sound and walked over to find Rhaegar trying on various styles of armor in an open storage room.

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

Nightwear, daywear, a lot of bottles and cans, tent mods, expedition mods, thieves' kits, goose feather pillows, seven or eight hammocks, barbecue grills, a set of plates......

Matthew was taken aback:

"Are you moving?"

Rhaegar changed into a half-body armor, and then replied solemnly:

"When you go out, you have to be well prepared, and you can't miss anything you should bring."

"Does this fit me?"

Matthew looked at his bulging belly:

"It's okay."

"But where we're going probably doesn't need too much armor."

Rhaegar shook his head and said:

"You never know what's going to happen out there."

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

As he spoke, he triumphantly put away his things.

When passing by Matthew.

He also patted Matthew's bag lightly on his waist:

"You don't have to envy me too much, for a young man like you, being able to use 1 cubic storage prop is already very powerful."

As soon as I heard this.

The slight impatience in Matthew's heart disappeared in an instant.

Soon.

A slight smile appeared on his face:

"That's right."

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

Another half hour passed.

When Rhaegar arrived in the office hall in full gear.

Mrs. Wesley has come over and reminded:

"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 his heart was delayed until now anyway, so it was better to have lunch and leave.

Today's lunch, however, was extraordinary.

It was 1 p.m. after eating.

Not to mention Rhaegar, even when Matthew touched his little belly and walked to the office hall, the surging sleepiness tormented his eyelids.

"Why don't you take a nap?"

Rhaegar tentatively proposed:

"A proper nap can help boost 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, what about today's newspaper? Hasn't the concierge delivered it yet?"

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

In the midst of Rhaeggar's shouting.

Another half an hour passed.

The two of them, who were gradually in good spirits, looked at each other.

Matthew asked:

"There's at least three hours left until dinner, is there anything left undone?"

Rhaegar slapped the table:

"Where are you talking about that!?"

"Let's go!"

With that, he walked out of the hall and went straight to the door of the lord's mansion.

Matthew was a bit of a stranger and followed.

The two of them came to the door.

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

"Oh no, I forgot to get the horses ready."

"My Horse ......"

Before he could finish his words, he was hugged by Matthew.

Syllable!

A magic carpet spreads out on the floor.

Matthew pressed Rhaegar onto the magic carpet, and he sat down on it himself.

Whoosh.

The magic carpet slowly flew off the ground.

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

She couldn't help but show 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:

"Good thing I've heard they're on a crusade against some kind of enemy, my dear, and if they're really going on a trip, you should be worried."

Seve smiled, her eyes twinkling:

"I don't believe in that nonsense."

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

After 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 the people of your Blood Banner family always behave strangely during the awakening period, there are not many people like you who can always fry eggs on their heads."

Seve nodded obediently:

"Am I going to be the devil?"

Mrs. Wesley gently touched her head:

"Our Sief is the loveliest and purest girl in the world."

"How can you become a devil? There are at most two horns on the head. ”

Seve lowered her head embarrassedly and coughed twice:

"I think so, too."

……

The magic carpet flew all the way to the northwest.

Because it was the first time to go on a long trip with a magic carpet, Matthew didn't fly high or fast.

The average altitude above the ground is about 200 meters, and the speed is between 50~60 kilometers per hour.

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

Within three hours.

In total, he said three sentences:

"Matthew, can you sit down a little bit, I want to sit in the middle."

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

"Can I hold on to your belt?"

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

Matthew, on the other hand, focuses on wayfinding and manipulation.

Half an hour after takeoff.

He could see the outline of the Northern Trade Post in the distance.

After that, Matthew went all the way west.

The area ahead has become densely hilly.

More than an hour later.

Matthew skimmed the border of Rolling Stone, and there was a road north nearby, which was heading to Riptide.

To the west of the highway is complete wilderness.

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

In order to discern the direction.

Matthew had to lower his altitude and slow down.

He was always on his toes.

Because there are monsters in places far from the road.

The Seven Holy Alliances will regularly send mages to clean up monsters or aliens in certain areas on a large scale.

The focus of their extermination was on the city-states and near the highways.

This is a tradition of the Seven Holy Alliance.

Every time the person who leads the team is cleared, he is at least a fifth-order mage.

This is to ensure that each action achieves the goal of strangling in the cradle most of the hidden dangers that may endanger humanity.

Therefore, at least in the vicinity of the Southern Highway, it is difficult to see a truly powerful monster.

If they do, they're mostly new to the dark realms, and they'll soon be killed by the mages who hear the news.

And away from the roads and city-states, the living space of monsters and aliens is much more relaxed.

Let's say this hill where Matthew is spending his time right now.

The place is called Mossy Hills.

The terrain is not only intricate, but also full of moisture, and when Matthew looks down from the magic carpet, he may see a puddle of water or a puddle of water every time he crosses a small hill.

As far as he knew.

This area is inhabited by many frogmen.

The Frogmen are a race of subhumans who are not particularly intelligent and are probably stronger than goblins.

But they are a little good.

They know who they can mess with and who they can't.

Matthew saw hanging human bones on the outskirts of the mossy hills, which were used to deter those who tried to break into the area.

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

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

Matthew estimates that they have made a lot of money.

As a result, this area has also been assigned to the Frogmen as a habitat by default.

"The frogmen are very xenophobic, but they know how to tell if a person is a mage or not, and when you enter this area, you must follow me closely and don't get lost."

"Remember, our goal is to find the Blight Order's home and wipe them out in one fell swoop."

Matthew steered the magic carpet slowly through the mist above the hills.

Hearing this, Rhaegar also nodded with a serious face.

Soon after.

The sun slowly sets.

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

The two quietly admired the beauty in front of them.

Suddenly.

The speed at which the magic carpet moved dropped sharply.

There was a cacophony of angry shouting ahead.

The two looked at each other.

Not far away on a mountain pack.

A group of frogmen have surrounded a human woman in the middle and are punching and kicking her!

Matthew immediately leaned in.

……

(End of chapter)