The necromancer just wants to plant trees.

Chapter 133 Prom

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"Even so, it would be more appropriate for Zeller to do things like seduce girls, right? He is a real warlock!"

Matthew wanted to decline again.

Rhaegar looked distressed:

"How can you bear it?"

"Zeller has to worry about so many things in Rolling Stone Town by himself, shouldn't we help him solve his problems?"

"Besides, there are still doubts about the war in the South. He went to the South Trading Station to wait and see the situation today. He may not be able to come back in time tonight."

"That's it, I'll take care of Ms. Aliena, and you'll take care of little Judy!"

Rhaegar said so.

Matthew couldn't find any other excuses, so he had to agree.

"Speaking of which, the cemetery of yours is well built, but the location of the toilet is not right, how can you put the toilet in the center!"

Rhaegar looked relieved, and said something casually.

Matthew's nerves tensed suddenly:
"Which toilet do you mean?"

Rega pointed back to the negative energy fountain behind him and said:

"Isn't that one?"

Only then did Matthew notice that the guy was holding the belt in one hand, and his cheeks were still slightly flushed.

"you've been drinking?"

Matthew's voice couldn't help raising an octave.

"Well, I drank a little in the afternoon. There are too many things to worry about recently."

Rhaegar patted his cheek:
"But don't worry, I'm very sober!"

"It's true. I just walked to the toilet and wanted to pee. Before I could pee, those zombies rushed at me. I was so scared that I ran away. You have to teach your little brothers what is polite!"

Matthew breathed a sigh of relief, then said seriously:
"That place is not a toilet, but a fountain from the negative energy plane. You should thank my zombie, otherwise you would shiver at your convenience, and you wouldn't have to think about Ms. Aliena's affairs at all."

"And if Peggy was guarding the fountain instead of a zombie, you wouldn't even have a chance to get it out!"

……

Send the drunk Rhaegar away in person.

Matthew walked back with the invitation letter, and when he passed the oak forest, he met Eli.

"Matthew, I heard it all just now, that unqualified old hooligan invited you to the dance?"

"I heard that Ms. Aliena will also be there?"

"Can you take me there?"

Eli looked at Matthew expectantly.

Matthew looked embarrassed:

"There is no problem in theory, but this matter involves the political exchanges between Rolling Stone Town and Deep Blue Harbor..."

Eli asked bluntly:
"Your politics are all about women?"

Matthew choked for a moment, but after thinking about it carefully, there was no way to refute it.

All he had to say was:
"The communication between human beings contains many complicated actions and meanings, and the situation tonight is very special. I can't cause trouble for Rhaegar, can you understand?"

"I'm afraid that after you go in, you will do something drastic when you meet Ms. Aliena or someone else."

Eli said sternly:

"I'm a druid, and I won't go overboard."

"And if you're worried about me, I can turn into a kitten, you just take me in."

"I just want to get a closer look at what kind of person Ms. Aliena is. I won't cause trouble for you. Please trust me, Matthew!"

Matthew thought for a while, and finally agreed:

"That's fine, but I have to add a condition - you have to maintain the form of a cat from the beginning to the end at the dance tonight, no matter what happens, can you do it?"

Eli nodded vigorously.

"By the way, I have to remind you that Ms. Aliena is the lord of Deep Blue Harbor. She has a lot of power and wealth on the east coast. It is said that she is also attractive. There are not a few people in the entire southern region who covet her. You have to be mentally prepared."

Now that he promised to take Eli, Matthew had to vaccinate him.

Eli said seriously:
"you are wrong."

Matthew said in surprise:
"Where is wrong?"

Eli corrected:
"Ms. Aliena is as beautiful as a fairy, not a little bit of beauty."

Matthew: "..."

He had a strong feeling that his heart was being blocked, and this feeling had been happening more and more frequently recently.

"So, I'll have a lot of competition all over the South?"

Eli asked aggressively.

Seeing his optimistic look, Matthew simply brought Rhaegar out to beat him:

"Yes, there is one in Rolling Stone Town. He is more mature, powerful, richer, and handsomer than you. Even in terms of fighting ability, you two are probably evenly matched."

"The only thing he is inferior to you is that he is much older than you!"

The more Eli listened, the more solemn his face became.

At the end.

He looked at Matthew with a look of despair:

"I knew that you wouldn't let Ms. Aliena go, right?"

Matthew was surprised:
"Why do you think that person is me?"

Eli blurted out:

"The intuition given to me by the way of the wilderness!"

Matthew said angrily:
"I have no interest in Ms. Aliena, you can rest assured of that."

Eli breathed a sigh of relief.

He looks very excited:

"Really? If you also like Ms. Aliena, we can compete fairly!"

Matthew was too lazy to talk to him:

"Remember that the kitten you transform into at night is cuter."

……

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Lights were rarely lit outside the gate of the official posthouse in Rolling Stone Town, and several carriages were lined up on the street at the gate, and occasionally a luxuriously dressed couple led young people into the main gate.

The invited guests secretly adjusted the corners of their clothes or accessories while no one was paying attention.

The waiter at the door also smiled cautiously.

Above the gate, two brand-new lanterns dispelled the darkness.

The afterglow shines on the steps of the side door more than ten meters away from the main entrance, revealing a thick layer of dust.

obviously.

This way of socializing at the ball is relatively unfamiliar to the people of Rolling Stone Town. Those who can be invited by Rega are decent people in the territory, but even they are constantly checking whether their etiquette is wrong by sending glances to each other, and trying to make themselves look like they often attend dances.

Matthew entered the main entrance with a cute little black cat in his arms.

A waiter wanted to come up to lead the way, but Matthew declined with a smile.

He walked quickly into the majestic stone building, and the heat of early summer was swept away immediately.

Matthew shuttled between the castle-like corridors and halls, the lanterns and reliefs on both sides quickly fell backward——

It is said that the post house in Rolling Stone was originally built according to the specifications of the castle.

The southern part of the place has a palace-like pattern, and its architectural style tends to be simple and rough.

This point can also be glimpsed from the reliefs on the stone walls on both sides of the first hall and the stone demon head hanging from the dome.

As soon as Matthew came in, he felt a wild and enthusiastic atmosphere.

But the temperature here is very low.

Perhaps the height of the building is too exaggerated, even with the warm lights on, the post house still feels chilly everywhere.

This place was supposed to be used as the Lord's Mansion of Rolling Stone Town.

But when Lei Jia's father built this place, he only started half of the construction. Later, for unknown reasons, the project was abandoned.

After Lei Jia succeeded, he started anew and built a lord's mansion with no pretensions.

This place is regarded as a post house that is used less than a few times a year.

Matthew also knew.

The second half of the post house, that is, the one to the north, is actually a construction site full of stones and wood.

And it's only half a block away from the bustling produce street.

When everyone buys vegetables in the morning.

Standing on the construction site, you can still hear the yelling of vegetable vendors on the street.

Fortunately the dance was held at night.

There is also a huge stone wall erected in the north of the construction site, which can somewhat block the line of sight.

Otherwise, this post house may lose its reputation in the eyes of visitors.

"How can Peggy find gossip about this kind of place?"

between thoughts.

Matthew came to the second hall where the ball was held. This place is very close to the other courtyard where everyone in Deep Blue Harbor stayed, and it also belongs to the building on the south side.

He came to the corner and put Eli on the ground:

"remember?"

The little black cat resolutely said:

"Remember! Never do it!"

Matthew reminded:
"anything else?"

The little black cat replied impatiently:
"Bold and experimenting?"

Matthew's face darkened:
"It's self and dignity!"

"Oh, ego, dignity! May I go, Matthew?"

Eli was as excited as a wild dog on the run.

Matthew waved feebly.

The little black cat jumped nimbly and slipped from the beam into the dance scene.

After a while.

Matthew also adjusted his costume.

Smiling, he walked towards the wooden door filled with light.

Say hello to the members of the garrison at the door.

Matthew's eyes quickly adjusted to the light in the hall.

He looked around and found that this place is indeed more suitable as a dance venue. The first hall is too big, and it is difficult to create the proper atmosphere on the empty dance floor.

Not only is this hall much narrower, but there are rows of rooms in the corridors on the east and west sides. In addition to the central part of the hall that can be used as a dance floor, the rest of the hall is also filled with stone carvings, cabinets and other things that can block the view.

Lei Jia still put in some effort, the sofa, bar counter, snack cabinet, everything that should be there is basically completed.

At this time, there were a lot of people in the hall. At first, everyone was a little cautious, but everyone was a familiar face in Rolling Stone Town. A few people who were good at adjusting the atmosphere heated up the scene, and the other guests let it go.

Not far from the dance floor, two bards were playing the hurdy-gurdy.

The wonderful music leads people to pursue happiness.

Matthew saw that some courageous men and women were already dancing on the dance floor.

Their dance steps may not be particularly standard, and their movements are even more difficult to be called elegant, but their passionate and abundant emotions are the most perfect interpretation of their dancing postures.

Matthew was walking along the edge of the dance floor.

Several young men and women were talking in the corner——

A boy with many freckles was excited by a friend's dirty joke next to him, and his face was flushed with anger, while the others laughed loudly.

A little black cat ran nimbly over the wall, jumped into the garden behind, and was soon out of sight.

When passing by a shelf with purgatory-style armored knights.

Matthew also saw Ms. Liz, one of the committee of five, and another middle-aged woman, introducing girls to Brad.

The beard looked very cramped, and he kept his head down.

When Ms. Liz or the girl opposite asked him something, he only raised his head to answer.

Matthew was amazed.

"When every young man who is urged to marry sees this scene, he will subconsciously feel that Brad is very pitiful, but I don't feel sympathetic to him at all, and I am even annoyed by his reluctance."

At this time, a young man in his early twenties held a glass of red wine, came to Matthew and said:
"Because there is a tradition in our family, if the eldest son is not married, then no matter how much the second son fights with women outside, he will be asked to postpone his marriage indefinitely. I have lost at least two girls who love me because of this reason. I can afford to wait, but they can't wait."

As he spoke, he smiled helplessly at Matthew, and stretched out his left hand:
"Patton, the northern tax collector in Rolling Stone Town, you should have heard my name. And I also know you very well, the mage who loves to plant trees, a strong candidate for outstanding citizens, the newly appointed magic consultant in the lord's hall, and the hot red man in front of Rhaegar—Matthew, right? Let's get to know each other."

Matthew shook hands with little Patton very kindly.

Not long ago, Zeller mentioned him in his handling of the case of the western villages' resistance to paying taxes.

Patton Jr., the tax collector, was the party in that case.

He is also the younger brother of the captain of the defense, Brad, and the second son of Ms. Liz.

At present, it is said that he is recuperating at home because of the disease of willow.

"It seems that your resentment is very deep."

The people from Deep Blue Harbor hadn't arrived yet, so Matthew casually chatted with Little Parton.

"Of course, I fell out of love because of it, and more than once."

Little Parton pouted:

"I knew from a very young age that my parents will always have only the eldest son and the youngest son in their eyes, and those who are equal like me are doomed to be forgotten. But do they really care about Brad? I doubt it too."

"I know Brad has a crush, she's a little widow from a moonshine south of town.

Oh, Brad loved her badly, he used to go to her business, and he took his brothers from the garrison, but Brad couldn't even look the little widow in the eye.

He could only silently like her and watch her change male partners one after another in the past three years.

Sometimes I really want to tie the little widow home for him and let him get married as soon as possible, so that my mother can worry about my marriage by the way.

But it's impossible when you think about it, that little widow isn't good enough for our family, and if I did that, even if Brad meant it, my mother would just break my leg. "

Matthew asked curiously:

"How do you know so much detail?"

Little Patton shrugged:

"That's what the little widow told me in bed.

She has always known that Brad likes him, and has been waiting for Brad's confession, but a year has passed, a year and a half has passed, Brad has not acted for a long time, which woman can wait so long?

She died with her husband and three children.

Supporting a private brewery alone is hard work!
Brad's cowardice made her so disappointed that she had to turn to other men, like me. "

Matthew couldn't help but frowned:
"If you do this, won't you have any psychological barriers?"

Little Parton said honestly:
"There will be a little bit. To be honest, I don't have any relationship with that widow. She wants my power to control taxes, and I want her momentary pleasure, and then there is a dull exchange of bodily fluids. Maybe I just want to get revenge on Brad, who let him steal all the love and attention from his parents."

"I came here for a stroll today, hoping to see the scene of Brad's successful blind date, but judging from tonight's performance, no woman would want to spend the rest of her life with a guy who only stares at his toes when talking to himself."

"I'm so unlucky!"

As he spoke, he drank the red wine in his glass, and seemed to be about to leave.

Matthew asked strangely:
"Let's go now? Don't play for a while?"

Little Patton waved his hand:
"Forget it, you should have heard about me. I got some scabies in that terrible place in the north, and I'm still taking herbs, so I won't harm others."

"Judging from today's posture, I'm afraid I won't be able to get married in this life. It's sad, really sad!"

He sighed and walked towards the exit.

Matthew watched his back with interest.

After walking a few steps, Little Patton suddenly turned back and slapped a small paper bag in Matthew's hand:

"I won't be using this thing in the short term. I'll give it to you. With your face, I'm afraid it will be very hard tonight. Don't forget to protect yourself and your girlfriend. That's it, Mr. Red Man. I hope you can speak well for Brad in front of Rhaegar, and let him find a wife for Brad and get married as soon as possible."

After finishing speaking this time, he left without looking back.

Matthew opened the paper bag curiously, and found three sections of well-washed and well-made lamb intestines lying quietly inside!

"Matthew, what are you holding in your hand?"

A pleasant voice sounded.

Matthew turned his head sideways and saw Sif wearing a light green fluffy dress with a few beautiful rhinestones stuck on his forehead, smiling warmly and shyly at himself.

He stuffed the paper bag and intestines into the Miaofa luggage with lightning speed.

"It's nothing, just a few spell-casting props."

He coughed.

Sif came over with a smile, her clean chin slightly raised, and asked expectantly:
"Can you dance with me, Matthew."

Matthew hesitated for a moment:
"I'm not very good at dancing."

Sif held his hand generously, and pulled him to the side of the dance floor with a smile in her eyes:

"It's okay, I won't either, just dance around!"

talking room.

The light on the dance floor dimmed a little.

Two more bards came over, and they exchanged gestures with their companions, and the music of the accompanying dance suddenly became soothing and tender.

The movements of everyone on the dance floor also became slow and elegant.

Early summer.

From the dance floor one can hear the faint sound of crickets from the garden.

It was a surging movement called life, which began to play gently on this land.

……

In the corridor on the east side of the second hall, in a narrow secret room.

Rhaegar constantly adjusted the angle of the crystal ball, and he had a panoramic view of every corner of the ball.

"Why didn't you stop them?"

Zeller's voice came from the shadows of the Chamber of Secrets.

Rhaegar was silent for a while:

"I really wanted to grab Matthew and beat him up, but before the dance started, Sif found me and talked with me for a long, long time. We talked about a lot of topics, some of which I never thought of talking to her—she even took the initiative to bring up the sequel with me."

Zeller said with emotion:
"The old father finally found out that his daughter has grown up?"

Rhaegar couldn't help clenching his fists, and after a while, he slowly let go:

"I just don't want to be the kind of father she hates."

"Take a step back. If she really wants to marry, Matthew is indeed a good choice."

Zeller reminded with a smile:
"Don't forget their acquaintance process, don't you mind?"

Rega sneered and said:
"You mean Silver School? Are you kidding me? Does Matthew need a teaching position in a mortal school to provide support for his excellence?"

"This guy is the darling of the sky that everyone loves. I bet that even if Matthew didn't go to that school to be a teacher, with Sif's personality and preferences, as long as he met him once, he might still be recruited."

Zeller said deeply:
"It's true, Sif and her mother have surprisingly similar tastes in men they like."

Rega pretended to be surprised and said:
"Is Matthew similar to me when I was young?"

Zeller thought for a while:
"In some respects, Matthew is worse than you."

Rega has a lot to offer:

"Of course."

Zeller laughed and said:
"His mouth is not as cheap as yours when you were young."

Rhaegar chuckled, saying that he was completely immune to this.

But in the next second, he couldn't help but slammed his fist on the table:

"Where do you put your hands? Damn, I'm going to beat him right now!"

Zeller glanced at the crystal ball:

"Is it too much on the shoulders? I think Matthew's movements are quite stiff. He has been deliberately keeping a distance from Sif. This is not good news. It is said that he has already rejected a student's confession. He seems to mind this. If Sif's confession is also rejected by him, she will be very sad."

Lei Jia's face froze, and he couldn't help but slammed his fist on the table:

"That can't be done. If Sif really likes her, I won't allow him to refuse! Even if it is tied, I will tie him to Sif's bed! The man my daughter likes, even if I am [-] times unhappy, I will do what she wants!"

Zeller smiled:
"Stimulated by annoying things these days? Finally ready to let go of the mediocre disguise and reveal your true nature? Do you dare to say something like kidnapping a mage from the Seven Saints Alliance?"

Lei Jia snorted heavily, and suddenly two flaming flames appeared in his eyes:

"Every member of the Blood Banner family has the blood of the superior devil flowing in their bodies. Even in Purgatory, we are the most special and rebellious one. For Sif, what is the Seven Saints Alliance? At worst, I will tie up Matthew, take them back to Purgatory, and force him to have a few more babies. After a long time, the Seven Saints Alliance will chase after him to Purgatory?"

"Wait, why am I telling you such nonsense?"

Rega suddenly reacted:
"I'm obviously very upset that kid Matthew is eating my daughter's tofu!"

Zeller reminded:
"It's your daughter eating Matthew's tofu."

"And you have to get ready, Aliena will be there soon, and look, her adopted daughter Judy has appeared in the hallway."

"Let me take over the crystal ball here, uh, do you want to wish you success in the sequel?"

In the crystal ball.

A curious girl walked into the hall.

She also held a black cat in her arms.

……

(End of this chapter)