The Necromancer in the Wizarding World

Under Lieben's careful guidance, Matthews embarked on the journey of practicing Lieben's acupuncture. He devoted himself to the practice of every movement, whether it was the transition of the serpentine footwork, the rotation of the waist and hips, or the use of the technique, he strived to achieve perfection. Matthews' talent for close combat was fully demonstrated at this time. He not only had a high level of comprehension, but was also able to quickly apply what he learned to actual combat.

In just half a day, Matthews was able to perform the basic moves of acupoint pressing vividly. Lieben was very satisfied with this and his evaluation of Matthews also improved a lot.

Lieben firmly believed that as long as Matthews could maintain this diligent and hard-working training attitude, he would be able to practice acupoint pressing to the peak level in the future, and live up to his efforts in this set of fighting skills. At the same time, he also expected Matthews to innovate and improve this set of fighting skills on this basis and push it to a new peak.

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A few days later, Matthews had to interrupt his in-depth study of acupuncture because the signal of the herb-collecting team's return had come. From early morning until now, the wolf smoke at the rest point has been lingering in the air. This is the signal agreed upon by the herb-collecting team in advance, indicating that the team is about to return.

Matthews and Lieben acted quickly. They carefully packed the dried Cordyceps. Then they placed it under the other precious medicinal materials they had collected before to avoid being discovered by others. After everything was ready, they quickly rushed to the direction where the smoke rose.

When Matthews and Lieben arrived at the stronghold, the afterglow of the setting sun filled the land and the surroundings were quiet. They found that the once bustling stronghold was now empty. Considering that it was getting late and the mountain road was difficult to travel at night, the risk of continuing to move forward was too high, so they decided to stay here for the night and continue their journey tomorrow.

When Matthews and Lieben were about to catch up with the herb-collecting team, they found that the team had reached the exit of the Andes Mountains.

In the distance, Matthews and Lieben noticed that the herb-collecting team was strictly checked at the exit. This situation was inconsistent with the usual practice of previous years, which aroused their vigilance and felt that something unknown might be happening.

In order to ensure the safety of the Cordyceps, they found a secret place to hide the Cordyceps and marked it on a nearby tree for easy identification. After confirming that everything was safe, they headed towards the mountain pass.

Marshall greeted Matthews warmly: "Matthews, my brother, you are finally back safely!" The two then hugged each other tightly.

Matthews asked anxiously: "Brother, what happened here?"

Marshall replied in a low voice: "That's our kingdom's prince, His Royal Highness Williams. He is looking for some rare medicinal herbs."

Matthews looked in the direction Marshall had pointed out, and saw a young man in gorgeous clothes standing in the distance, and next to him was a mysterious figure in a gray robe, his face hidden by the brim of his hat, making it difficult to see.

Suddenly, the man in the gray robe seemed to feel Matthews' gaze, and he slowly raised his head and met Matthews's gaze. At this moment, Matthews seemed to be hit by a cold air current, and the whole person trembled involuntarily. A strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.

He quickly retracted his gaze, approached Marshall and asked softly: "Brother, who is the mysterious person next to the prince?"

Marshall frowned and thought for a moment, then replied, "I don't know much about his identity, but judging from His Royal Highness Williams' attitude towards him, this person must be of noble status and extraordinary."

At this time, a guard hurriedly came to Matthews and conveyed the prince's order, asking Matthews and Knight Leben to go.

Although Matthews hesitated, he knew it was difficult to disobey the prince's order. He took a deep breath and stepped into the prince's sight with Knight Leben.

Following Marshall's lead, they came in front of Williams, and the three of them bowed in unison to show their respect.

Marshall hurriedly introduced Williams: "Your Highness, please allow me to introduce this, this is my younger brother, Matthews Albert." There was a hint of nervousness in his words, as if he was seeking the prince's understanding and tolerance.

Williams nodded slightly, his eyes revealing unquestionable majesty. He said calmly: "Don't worry, I just need some medicinal herbs. You should have a good harvest this time!"

Matthews struggled in his heart. He was unwilling to easily hand over the herbs he had collected with great effort. However, facing the prince's majesty and expectations, he knew he could not refuse. In the end, he gritted his teeth and presented the basket of medicine to Williams.

"What a great harvest!" the gray-robed man next to him exclaimed, his eyes moving through Matthews' medicine basket. Every herb looked extremely rare, and not a single one was ordinary.

"Who are you?" Matthews couldn't help but ask the question in his mind. Although the man in gray robe did not look strong, the aura he exuded intentionally or unintentionally made Matthews feel extremely dangerous.

"Wizard, this answer will be used in exchange for these herbs." The gray-robed man's voice was deep and full of magic, as if it was echoing directly in Matthews' ears, making him unable to ignore it. He felt an invisible pressure, forcing him to focus all his attention on this mysterious person.

However, what was confusing was that other people around did not seem to be aware of the existence of this voice, and their expressions remained calm, as if everything was under control.

Matthews couldn't help but start to wonder if there was something wrong with his perception, or if this gray-robed man really had some special ability to manipulate sound so that it would only reach certain people. In any case, he knew that this gray-robed man was not a simple character, and every move he made was full of meaning and purpose.

Matthews was extremely confused. He had never heard of the word "wizard", but it seemed to contain unfathomable power. He wanted to ask the gray-robed man further, but the other party was obviously no longer willing to provide any information.

After returning to the manor, Matthews' mind was still immersed in what had just happened. He was full of curiosity about the identity of the gray-robed man. His attention was completely focused on this matter, so much so that everything that happened around him failed to attract his attention. His mind was completely occupied by the mystery of the black-robed man.

Marshall noticed that Matthews looked unusual, and mistakenly thought that he was still worried about losing those precious herbs, so he asked with concern: "Matthews, are you okay? Didn't you just lose a few precious herbs?"

Matthews frowned slightly, his voice was a little tired, "No, I'm just a little tired. Brother, I'm going to rest first."