……

Before Matthew could speak, Eurolin had already reacted.

He stared at Matthew, then began to look around:

Matthew ?!!! Where is this? ”

"Wait!"

His expression suddenly became extremely serious:

"Did we have some strange contact with each other?"

Matthew coughed and said a little embarrassed:

"I think it's a contract......"

Eurolin's eyes widened:

"Contract?"

"When did we sign the contract?"

"And didn't you say I could say no?"

Matthew scratched his head in embarrassment, he didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

Eurolin looked at him with a look of resentment:

"I knew that a necromancer wasn't a good person, so why would you lie to me?"

"So, am I your baby now?"

Matthew was stunned for a moment:

"Baby? What baby? ”

Eurolin winks:

"Isn't that usually the word used to refer to summons?"

"I've often heard them refer to the necromancer's summons as baby ......"

Matthew snorted:

"Who did you listen to? Where did you hear that? ”

Call the summons baby.

Isn't that the term in those online games that Matthew played in his previous life?

Eurolin waved his hand uncertainly:

"I don't know, maybe I heard it while I was sleeping, right? I often have dreams when I sleep, and there are a lot of people yelling at me in my dreams, and those dreams are usually real - but I know for sure they are dreams! ”

Matthew asked, confused:

"How are you sure?"

Eurolin confidently said:

"Because I've tested it repeatedly in those dreams, and I don't feel any pain at all! Hahaha! ”

Matthew thought for a moment and kindly reminded:

"As far as I know, you're a lich now."

"So theoretically, you don't feel pain even in the real world. Why don't you try it now? ”

Eurolin looked skeptical.

A moment later.

Under Matthew's gaze, he picked up a rock from the side and smashed it into his knee!

There was a crunch bang.

Matthew's eyelids jumped and his pupils shrank.

Then came the sound of shattering—

The stone shattered.

Eurolin's knee is fine.

The dead man seemed a little unacceptable, and he staggered back two steps, trying to justify himself:

"Is there a possibility that I slept too long and my legs were numb?"

Matthew cleared his throat and combed him carefully:

"First of all, I can now confirm that you are a lich."

"Secondly, the people of the Pluto Sect infiltrated Viscount Fan's realm with great fanfare, and they will definitely not be invincible, you must know that they are mortal enemies - they are here for you, and almost ninety-nine percent of the death prophets in their mouths are you."

"You can't remember these things now, maybe you just lost a memory."

"This memory may have been lost by you, or it may have been sealed by someone else."

Eurolin reluctantly said:

"It's possible that I'm in a daze and haven't remembered it for a while."

Matthew nodded slightly:

"This possibility cannot be ruled out."

Eurolin shrugged his shoulders, then sighed deeply:

"Isn't it good to be confused? Being sober only makes people more miserable! ”

Then his eyes were focused on Matthew again:

"So what are you going to do to me now?"

"I've heard that a lot of necromancers do things really too much to their babies......"

Matthew was just about to answer, but at this moment he suddenly noticed two heads, one large and one small, popping up in the woods—

It's Bobo and Lumière.

What are these two doing?

Eavesdropping?

Matthew was unimpressed.

He tried to clarify to Eurolin:

"I'm not going to do anything excessive."

Eurolin looked even more uneasy:

"I haven't even said anything excessive, but you know it! This shows that you really thought about it! ”

Matthew's forehead darkened.

He calmed Eurolin slightly. Then he quickly explained the ins and outs of the matter:

“…… That's probably it, I summoned you by mistake because of a ritual I had prepared to summon a lich. ”

"Maybe it's fate."

Eurolin tilted his head:

"Fate?"

"Does that word mean unlucky?"

Matthew shrugged:

"It's not impossible for you to understand it that way."

"Anyway, it was really an accident."

"Although you are already my summon, because of your own high personality and rank, we are actually relatively equal."

"I can't force you to summon, you can even summon me the other way around if you want, and of course, I can also refuse a summoning request from you."

In order to reassure Eurolin.

Matthew explained the contract signed between the two in more detail.

He wasn't lying.

The summoning contract between Eurolin and Matthew is the most egalitarian.

Second only to Matthew and Peggy's partnership contract.

In Matthew's summon stats.

The properties of Eurolin, as well as the information about it, are question marks.

Matthew didn't know anything other than knowing that this guy was good at rubbing fireballs.

This means that Eurolin retains a high degree of independence.

As for attributes like loyalty, there are none.

This is probably due to the fact that Eurolin's spirituality is too high.

To this extent.

It's no longer possible to measure the relationship between a summon and a necromancer by loyalty.

The two sides get along more like friends than superiors and subordinates.

"In short, what you were before, you will be in the future."

Matthew emphasized:

"If you don't want to, I won't summon you easily."

"But I want you to come and help me when I need it, and if necessary, I want you to get me to the Necropolis by reversing the summon."

"If you have a need for money or other supplies, you can also tell me, you can negotiate a deal with me or with other people in the cemetery......

Eurolin let out a long sigh of relief.

Immediately, he said with some shame:

"Can I still summon you?"

"I'm so embarrassed to make you my baby."

"So we're each other's babies, right?"

Matthew just wanted to answer.

As a result, I felt two strange stares on the other side of the woods.

He looked back.

Good guys, two more peeking people -

It was Loren and Carmela.

He quickly realized that there might have been some misunderstanding.

So he solemnly stretched out a palm and made a forbidden gesture to Eurolin:

"Don't say you're my baby anymore."

"Change the word."

"Just use the professional name."

Eurolin thought for a moment:

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Matthew's face softened, and then he reminded:

"I'm not going to have any impact on your life here."

"I promise."

"What you should be worried about right now is the Cult of the Underworld."

"What did they do after I left?"

Eurolin immediately said:

"They forcibly handed me a stick."

"Ask me to grab that thing."

"Say so, and I'll regain my memory."

"Of course I refused!"

Matthew frowned:

"You're afraid it's a trap?"

Eurolin shook his head decisively and said:

"No, I'm just unwilling, am I still me after recovering my memory?"

"I have a hunch that I choose to forget the past in order to live a better life."

"I just want to lie down right now."

"If I had regained my memory, I might have lost the opportunity to continue lying down, and I might have been plagued by a lot of worries, not as carefree as I am now."

"Maybe it's a little irresponsible, and it's a little too cowardly."

"But it's really comfortable!"

Matthew was silent.

It is clear that Eurolin's approach is not right, but it is also difficult to accuse it of being wrong.

"So what are you going to do with those people?"

"I've heard that the Cult of Pluto aren't good people, they've made a name for themselves on the East Coast lately, and they've been involved in several heinous crimes."

Matthew said solemnly.

The Assassins of the Cult of Hades had entered Rolling Stone before, but they were easily cleaned up by the Silver Serpent.

The gang is still stealing souls in the shadows.

It is a thorn in the side of Viscount Fan.

With Viscount Fan's strength in the Raven Pavilion Demon Domain, he still can't directly destroy the Pluto Cult, which shows that there is something about this organization.

Eurolin sighed and said:

"I don't want to hurt them, and I don't want to be hurt by them."

"By the way, how long does your summoning last?"

Matthew did the math:

"Theoretically, you could stay here forever."

"But after a long time, you may lose the imprint of the Raven Pavilion Demon Domain, and it will become difficult to go back at that time, so at most three years, you'd better have to go back."

Eurolin's eyes lit up:

"Three years?!"

"It's enough for me to get some sleep!"

"If you can provide me with a quiet place, I can just lie there!"

"As for those people in the Hades God Sect, leave it to me in three years to have a headache, what is the matter with me now!"

Matthew was a little funny.

However, he nodded seriously and said:

"Yes."

"I'll have someone arrange a room for you in my cemetery."

Eurolin politely thanked:

"Thank you."

"If you need my help, I'll try to play a good baby!"

"But I'm not very good at fighting, and spells only throw fireballs."

"You don't have to put too much hope in me."

That's all that is said and done.

Eurolin began to yawn vigorously.

Matthew immediately summoned Ali, the White Ghost:

"Find a quiet room for this Lich Mister, and be sure to be quiet, so that the people in the cemetery don't come and disturb you."

"Yes!"

Ali replied energetically.

He used to be the head of the cemetery's internal affairs appointed by Matthew, and now he has been promoted to the White Ghost, his strength has increased greatly, and his future is bright, which is the time when he is most motivated.

At that moment he led Eurolin to the cemetery:

"There are some ready-made ones in the room, I'll take you over first."

"If you're not satisfied, you can re-enlist the trolls Sinwak and the zombies in the designated area."

"By the way, do you have a need for home?"

Eurolin looked a little flattered, and waved his hands quickly:

"No, no, the coffin will do."

Ali breathed a sigh of relief:

"There is no shortage of these in the cemetery, there are sarcophagi and wooden coffins, which one do you want?"

Eurolin replied as he walked:

"The sarcophagus."

"It's better to have a heavier lid on the coffin, once it's closed, it will never be opened."

Ali recalled:

"There are also some stones in the quarry on the ground floor, and if you want a heavier coffin lid, you can press several stones on it."

Eurolin was immediately grateful:

"Thank you so much then!"

The two walked from the first basement to the third basement floor.

Eurolin looked at some of the rooms, but none were particularly satisfied.

Finally.

Eurolin pointed to a sunken gap not far from the cemetery and said:

"There's a hole in there."

"Can I put a coffin in that hole?"

"I'll sleep in there!"

Ali thought for a moment:

"Yes."

"I'll find someone to arrange it for you."

Half an hour later.

The four zombies carried a heavy sarcophagus and pushed it bit by bit into the narrow gap.

Until the sarcophagus is completely submerged in it.

It was only then that Eurolin's dull and subtle voice came from within:

"Thank you for your hard work!"

"Trouble to tell Matthew, see you in three years!"

A moment later.

There was no sound in the coffin.

Seeing this, the White Ghost left with the zombies.

However, not long after.

A faint red light lit up from the depths of the crack.

Then came the whispers of the monsters in the shadows:

"What's going on?"

"How did the tunnel we secretly dig be blocked?"

"Is it a coffin?"

"Hurry up and report to the leader, I'm afraid the plan to attack the Death Fear Cemetery will be delayed!"

……

The Raven Pavilion, the Great Tomb Group, the narrow burial chamber.

The group of the Cult of Pluto was staring wide-eyed.

"I was not mistaken, right? That's a summoning circle, right? ”

A young woman with a better face asked in disbelief:

"Who summoned the Prophet of Death in our presence?"

The rest of the people had similar expressions to hers.

The woman said again:

"And why has the Prophet of Death been reluctant to accept this scepter?"

"He looks like a normal person......"

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged man holding the scepter in his hand scolded coldly:

"Don't question the strong at will!"

"This is an iron law that ordinary people can survive in this world, and I have taught you many times! Have you forgotten? ”

The woman lowered her head a little unhappily.

"We don't have to figure out what happened to the Prophet of Death."

"We don't have to try to understand what he meant by what he said."

"We just need to prove our sincerity with our actions!"

The middle-aged man said lightly:

"The Prophet of Death is a figure of the same level as Viscount Fan, do you think anyone can summon Viscount Fan?"

Everyone shook their heads.

The middle-aged man sneered:

"Isn't that enough, who can summon a Death Prophet other than the fallen Grim Reaper?"

"In my opinion, he summoned himself and disguised himself as leaving."

"Maybe it's just a test."

"And what we have to do is actually very simple, just wait here!"

Everyone nodded, and some people began to pat themselves on the back:

"Boss Wise!"

"That's right!"

"Boss Fisher's casual advice is enough for us to last a lifetime!"

The middle-aged man sat on the pile of bones with a firm face:

"Wait."

"There's no way he'll never come back, right?"

The rest of the people sat down as well.

Narrow burial chambers.

There was a long silence.

……

In the woods.

After seeing Eurolin leave, Matthew pulled out all four people who were peeking at him in one go.

All four of them went to Rhaeggar's Mudon Gala.

But they all returned early.

Among them, Carmela said that she was just passing by, and she and Loren had a heated debate over a major issue, so she unknowingly walked into the woods.

So after saying hello to Matthew, she went back to town.

As a guest of honor invited by Rhaeggar.

Carmela has her own room in the official inn and doesn't have to stay in a shabby cemetery for a long time.

After a few quick pleasantries, Loren and Matthew also strode towards the cemetery.

He's going back to catch up on the manuscript.

"Are bards so busy?"

Bobo looked at Loraine's back curiously:

"And in this weather, he still shows all his chest hair, isn't he cold at all?"

Matthew smiled and looked at Bobo, whose face was flushed:

"How's the banquet?"

Bobo nodded vigorously:

"The food was delicious!"

"I also met that funny uncle, he let me eat as much as I wanted, and in return for his food, I promised to set off a fireworks for him for a while!"

When she said these words, there was a vague big tongue.

Matthew looked down and sniffed.

Sure enough, it was a drunken smell.

He looked like Lumière.

The latter said helplessly:

"She drank a lot, and I couldn't stop her with one hand."

"She still has to beat people after drinking, so I can only bring her back first, but now she looks much more sober."

Bobo still put her hands behind her back, and she said with some embarrassment:

"Hey, hey, hey......"

"Usually they don't let me drink, saying that drinking is wrong, I understand this truth, but today is different, it's rare to have a chance, I must drink a little more."

She couldn't help but burp as she spoke.

"By the way, Matthew, I heard that funny uncle say, you have a lot of wine made from mushrooms at home, can you let me take a sip or two?"

Bobo looked at Matthew expectantly:

"Just one bite, just throw it away!"

Matthew said angrily:

"What you need now is something to sober up, not to keep getting yourself drunk."

"Alcohol is the natural enemy of the caster, and the wizard is also a caster in a sense, right?"

Bobo's eyes widened at once, and he raised his fist to argue with him:

"We're not spellcasters!"

"You can say we're inventors, engineers, bomb maniacs—even terrorists, but not spellcasters!"

"How can boring and rigid assembly line spells be compared to exquisite mechanical creations?"

"Matthew, you're a little ignorant."

"You've just met the good-tempered Bobo, and if you change to a bad-tempered mechanic, you're going to fight hard!"

She looked a little drunk.

I didn't expect Bobo to be like this after he got drunk.

Matthew only thought it was funny.

Naturally, I didn't bother to argue with her.

"Let's go, let's take him to the mushroom garden and let Dudley and Hasman help her sober up......"

Matthew looked up and said to Lumière.

The two were getting ready for action.

But at this time.

Bobo's helmet suddenly emitted a series of dripping sirens!

Followed by.

A series of electric changes pulsed violently on the helmet!

If it weren't for Matthew and Lumière's quick flash.

The two of them are about to be hit by that powerful electric current!

Under the stimulation of that electric current.

Bobo's wine suddenly woke up halfway.

She slapped her round little belly and shouted in horror in her eyes:

"It's broken, something happened to the exercise!"

Matthew saw the lightning disappear.

This is the first step forward:

"What's wrong?"

Bobo's eyes became much clearer:

"I don't know, the information transmitted is limited, it seems to be related to the hunter's clan!"

"I must get there immediately!"

"When I've taken care of the drill, I'll send someone to pick you up."

She said to Lumière.

After speaking.

She opened her short legs and galloped in the direction of the Mechanical Titan!

Matthew followed.

He threw out a magic carpet, then pulled Bobo onto the carpet as the two headed north.

"I'll go with you."

Matthew said calmly:

"Are there any coordinates?"

"I can teleport over with a spell."

Bobo shook his head:

"There are no specific coordinates, and even if there is, the lady will not be able to sit on the portal."

"I'll have to drive the lady over."

"You can sit in the co-pilot's seat."

Matthew nodded.

The two of them approached the giant mechanical artifact, and Bobo patted his helmet lightly, and the mechanical titan's cockpit shield popped open again.

Followed by.

An extremely long motorized folding staircase winds its way down automatically.

Matthew simply controlled the magic carpet directly and flew in the direction of the cockpit.

But at this time.

Suddenly a tall figure jumped up above the snow.

Then he landed firmly on the magic carpet.

"Add me one, and I can still fight."

Lumière said with a determined look in his eyes.

As if he was afraid that he would not be able to convince the other party, he deliberately turned his head to Matthew and said:

"I'll act when I see the opportunity, and I won't be reckless."

Matthew was a little embarrassed.

Lumière said so, and it would be bad to refuse him again.

So he nodded:

"Be careful."

But at this time, Bobo spoke:

"There are no more places to spare."

Lumière wondered:

"Can't you squeeze it?"

"I think it's pretty big inside."

He asked, pointing to the cockpit.

Bobo shook his head:

"During high-speed flight, the rest of the cockpit may be folded and compressed."

"Except for the driver's seat, no one can be stuffed anywhere else, otherwise there is a risk of death......

Matthew asked:

"Don't have a trunk?"

Bobo looked at him silently:

"Only fuel tanks."

"Okay."

Matthew shrugged his shoulders, just enough to use this as an excuse to dissuade Lumière.

But Lumière's attitude was quite resolute.

He jumped down suddenly.

Then a hand hung on the mech's ankle!

"You just take off, I'll hang underneath, and I'll be fine."

He said unusually firmly.

Matthew wanted to say something, but he was pushed into the cockpit by Bobo.

"Fasten your seatbelts!"

Bobo sat in his place and expertly buttoned a few buttons.

Matthew did the same.

As soon as he fastened his seat belt, he took the feathered coin out of his pocket and popped it out:

"Pick up Lumière and put it in your jacket pocket, it will save your life if you fall."

Soon.

Lumielho's excited voice came from under the mecha:

"Put it away."

Bobo shook his head, then quickly moved up to the console.

Ten seconds after the countdown.

The cockpit shield slowly closed.

Various lights flashed in front of Matthew, and he looked at everything around him with great curiosity.

"I bet at the most 3km and he'll fall."

Bobo snorted softly:

"It's also the luck of the big guys."

"He may be the first powerful human to experience a lady!"

The voice fell.

A loud roar rang out.

A powerful heat wave propelled the Mechanical Titan into the sky, and an uncomfortable feeling of pushing his back hit Matthew's heart.

His whole body seemed to be attached to the co-pilot's chair!

Fortunately, this process did not last long.

After the mechanical titan has finished liftoff.

He quickly switched to a flying attitude.

"How long does it take to fly from here to the Plateau on the clouds?"

Matthew asked curiously.

"Half an hour at most, faster than even dragons!"

Bobo triumphantly pushed a lever.

But I just pushed it halfway.

She suddenly shouted as if she had just woken up from a dream:

"By the way, I promised that funny uncle that I would set off a firework at the end of his dinner!"

Matthew immediately said:

"Fireworks can be set off at any time, and the drill matters most!"

Bobo shook his head heavily:

"No, I've always done what I said."

"It's okay, delay for two minutes at most!"

With that, she jerked on the steering stick.

The Mechanical Titan flew headless over Rolling Stone.

……

Official inn.

The scene of the dinner.

A crowd gathered around Rhaegar as they walked out of the hall and into the open-air courtyard to watch the fireworks – a traditional part of the Muchon dinner.

In previous years, the fireworks were arranged by Archmage Ronan.

This year, it was Matthew who purchased the fireworks scrolls from the Alliance Mall, and all these scrolls were given to Rhaegar to arrange freely.

The dinner party was attended by the future magnates of the Rolling Stones Kingdom, and there were also a few people with their own thoughts.

But at least on the surface.

Everyone looked like they were all smiles.

A group of people talked as they walked.

Among them, the loudest one is a gorgeously dressed middle-aged woman:

"It's a shame that Matthew didn't come over today!"

"I already knew he was a very reliable young man, and if I had a daughter, I would have married her to Matthew!"

"It's a pity that I only have two sons......"

The person who spoke was Ms. Liz, one of the members of the committee of five.

As Rhaeggar's distant cousin.

Since Brad and Parton have officially become the future heirs of the Rolling Stones Kingdom.

Liz's status has also risen.

Even the way of speaking is different from before.

With Matthew's current prestige in Rolling Stone, as soon as she said this, many people naturally agreed.

But there were some discordant voices in the crowd.

A young man in a purple tuxedo with a goblet said with a smile on his face:

"It's a shame for all of us that we didn't get to see the legendary Tree Planter today."

"But I originally thought that there should be some other masters in Rolling Stones Town besides tree planting mages."

"I was a little disappointed in the results."

"I even met a greedy wild girl and her guard with a broken hand at the dinner party just now, and it was a surprise that these two people could be present at the dinner party with their rude temperament."

"But I guess they're not natives of Rolling Stone, maybe they came in to eat and drink, right?"

There was a hint of irony in the young man's laughter.

The murmur of the present suddenly stopped.

But the others didn't say anything to refute him.

Because he is the heir of the bloodline left by the lord of the Red Earth Mountain Plain.

Besides.

He is also said to be a powerful magician.

If it weren't for the mossy hills, the battle would have made Rolling Stone's momentum too great.

The land of the Red Clay Mountains may be in his pocket.

Even so.

In the agreement of the Rolling Stones Kingdom, which was led by the Seven Holy Alliance.

The young man also retained some autonomy in his fiefdom to the south of the Red Clay Mountains.

As such, he was one of the few people present who did not need to flatter Rhaegar to him.

"The wild girl you spoke of is called Bobo, and the guard with a broken hand is called Lumière, and they are all my friends."

Rhaegar calmly replied:

"How?"

"Did the two of them mess with you?"

The young man pretended to be surprised:

"Is it your friend?"

"That's fine."

He changed his words:

"Our southern Mudon Festival will have a tradition of fireworks in the future, and of course, the finale of the fireworks will definitely be reserved for you, Mayor Regara."

"But it's not time yet, and it's boring for everyone to wait."

"I just brought magic fireworks with the characteristics of the Red Clay Mountain, and if you don't mind, I'll be ugly."

The young man's provocation is palpable.

Rhaegar was very calm:

"You can put it."

The young man immediately clapped his palms, and the two mage apprentices, who had been prepared, trotted all the way to the open space next to them.

Followed by.

Dark red magical light rushed into the sky.

Bang Bang Bang!

Accompanied by a loud sound.

Magical fireworks of great magnificence and beauty burst above Rolling Stone's head!

The crowd pointed their fingers below.

Although they have a lot of opinions about this young man, they have to admit that the magic fireworks he brought are indeed much more exquisite than the ones that Rolling Rock Town has set off itself in previous years.

They don't even look like things from the same era!

I heard the whispers of the people.

A smug smile appeared on the young man's face.

He just wanted to say something.

But at this time.

A violent roar came from the east!

The roar of a dragon drowned out the sound of all fireworks.

Followed by.

In the astonished gaze of all.

An indescribable mechanical beast hovers above Rolling Stone!

"Uncle Lega."

"The fireworks promised you have been delivered!"

A muffled voice came from within the beast.

Followed by.

A rocket rises from behind the mechanical behemoth!

The light of the fire as straight as day suddenly illuminates the whole world!

……

(End of chapter)