A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 311 - 311: The Temptation of Power!

“No, Sif won’t be doing that!”

As he spoke, he stared at Matthew seriously.

“Sif is still young. I won’t allow you to have any ideas about her!”

Matthew slowly picked up a newspaper on the table and scanned it. He replied,

“She’s not as young as you think, Rhaegar.”

Rheagar snatched the newspaper and looked at Matthew seriously.

“Listen, Matthew, if I find out that you’re secretly dating Sif, don’t even think about entering the liege’s manor, let alone reading my newspapers!” Seeing this, Matthew could only say,

“Don’t worry, Rheagar. I understand you. I’ve already made a promise to you before, and now I can repeat it. That promise is still valid.”

Rheagar looked at him suspiciously.

In the end, under Matthew’s innocent gaze, he snorted heavily and handed the tabloid that was dedicated to the scandal to him.

Matthew read it happily.

“Madam Wesley! Another cup of coffee, Mrs. Wesley! Where is she? This damned old woman, I must fire her!”

Rheagar angrily took the empty cup and walked towards the corridor.

Before he could take two steps, he was stopped by Zeller.

“Get the madam to make two cups. I’m a little sleepy too. Does Matthew need a cup too?”

Matthew didn’t say anything. He just turned his back to Rheagar and silently raised his index finger.

“What is the meaning of this?” Rheagar asked in confusion.

“One finger is the number 1, and 1 means approval,” Matthew said casually. Zeller asked curiously, “What is this? Why haven’t I heard of it before?”

Matthew replied without raising his head,

“This is knowledge from another world. Ordinary mages wouldn’t be able to come into contact with it.”

Rheagar sounded very satisfied.

“I see! One finger meant agreement. That’s right, Matthew. You should share more useful knowledge with us so that you can live up to your status as a magic consultant. I’m willing to serve you coffee just for this knowledge, but this won’t happen again!

‘ Madam Wesley?! ”

With that, Rheagar’s loud voice came from the corridor again.

After a while.

He brought back three cups of coffee on a tray.

Zeller organized all the documents and asked Rheagar, “Did Li Weiqi find anything in the Highleaf Territory?”

Matthew perked up his ears as he read the newspaper. He knew that Li Weiqi had been running to the Highleaf Territory every few days recently. He only came back once during the Scorched Field of Death ceremony and then ran away again not long after.

This made him curious about the situation in the High Leaf Territory.

Rheagar replied,

“He told me about some things. The situation in the High Leaf Territory is not good. The flood has caused a huge impact and caused chaos.

“To make matters worse, there were rumours that the dragon had attacked the mountain reservoir.

“Although no one witnessed that scene, this rumour was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Currently, the people of the Highleaf Territory are in a state of panic. Some of the residents have even defected to our territory. This will cause a lot of pressure on the security work in the southwest.

“The most important thing was that Li Weiqi really found some traces of dragon activity near the high mountain reservoir!”

Zeller frowned and said, “What kind of dragon?”

Rheagar sighed.

I’m not sure. It can’t be a White Dragon or a Green Dragon, and it can’t be a Blue Dragon either. So, they are either Red Dragons or Black Dragons.” Zeller nodded.

“It seems that the astrologers were right about the dragons entering their active phase.

“I’m afraid we have to make preparations in advance to deal with the dragon disaster.”

Rheagar replied,

I’ve already asked Asma and the others to make preparations. If it were an ordinary dragon, I don’t think they would dare to attack Rolling Stone Town. After all, Mr. Ronan’s reputation is still there.”

Then, he asked,

“I’ve already written a reply letter to Alena, no, the wife of the mayor of Deep Blue Port. When should I send it?”

Zeller thought for a moment.

“As soon as possible. Deep Blue Port is quite far from here. If they really want to visit, they will need some time to prepare. If they are a little later, it will be midsummer, which is not very friendly to travel. If they drag it out until early autumn, I’m afraid that your dream will turn into bubbles by then.” Rheagar glared at him and complained,

“Ever since Matthew came to work, you seem to like teasing me more and more.”

Zeller pouted innocently.

At this moment, Matthew finally finished reading all the gossip.

He looked up and asked, “Is the meeting over?”

Zeller nodded.

Matthew looked at Rheagar with anticipation. “Excuse me, can you practice a spell with me? My lord?” Rheagar laughed coldly. “Don’t even think about it!”

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Matthew slapped five gold coins on the table and said confidently, “I’ll pay you!”

Rheagar glanced and quickly put the five gold coins into the pocket of his pyjamas.

“Sure.

“But not here. Come, follow me into the room.’ Then, he led Matthew to the room behind the office.

In the corridor.

Madam Wesley appeared at the door with a broom in her hand.

When she saw what happened just now, she couldn’t help but ask Zeller, “Are they official?”

Zeller smiled and said,

“Let it go, Madam. You must have heard that they were going to practice magic and not do anything else.”

Seeing that her trick had been seen through, Madam Wesley replied without blushing, “Oh, I’m not sure. There are a lot of tricks up their sleeves these days. Maybe they were talking in slang.”

In the northernmost floating city.

In the magnificent library.

Huge shadows spread from the floor to the bookshelves and finally gathered on the starry dome.

The white-robed Edmond said respectfully,

“Teacher, according to your instructions, the six lords have arrived.”

Behind him, the six shadows were silent. They represented the highest power in the Alliance, which was the current Seven Saints!

Isabelle glanced at the shadow and suddenly asked unhappily,

“How did the Seven Saints become six? Haven’t you already found someone to replace me?”

Embarrassment appeared on Edmond’s face as he reminded her softly, “Sir Ronan is not here.”

Hearing this, Isabelle’s white hair floated upside down. She looked furious.

“Where’s Ronan? What was he doing? Why didn’t you come to see me? Is he afraid that I’ll give him a zero?!” Edmond continued in a low voice,

“Lord Ronan is trapped in the astral plane.”

“Oh.” Isabelle’s emotions eased a little, and then she asked in confusion, “Who is capable enough to trap Ronan in the astral plane?”

Edmond coughed heavily twice.

Under Isabelle’s displeased gaze, she urged.

He then braced himself and said, “Didn’t you use divine spells to lock him up in the astral plane?”

Isabelle was enlightened.

“So it’s me. Oh, I forgot.”

Soon after.

As if nothing had happened, she threw an ordinary crystal ball into the air and said,

“A problem that you guys couldn’t solve even after decades, but a rogue Mage solved it all at once.

“Take a good look!”

As soon as she finished speaking.

The crystal ball began to play images related to the Scar of the Dead.