A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees Chapter 40

  Chapter 40 Martin Runs Fast

  Warlock is worthy of being a legendary rich and handsome profession. Even the contracted creatures are blond succubus, unlike me, a miserable necromancer who can only keep company with skeleton zombies all day long.

   Such a thought flashed through Matthew's mind.

   It is a lie to say that you are not envious.

  At the moment, Matthew joked to Zeller:

   "With such a charming contract partner, no wonder you haven't married yet."

   Zeller waved his hand:

   "You misunderstood, the relationship between me and Lesna is very pure, we are just partners."

   Matthew is a little disbelieving:

   "Can you handle this?"

   Without waiting for Zeller to speak.

  Lesna complained to Matthew with a sad face:

  "To tell you the truth, I often wonder if Zeller likes men. He always treats me like nothing. Most of the time, my charm seems to be released into the air."

   Zeller smiled softly:

"No, there is no doubt about Lesna's charm, but I have my own principles - the best partner is just a partner. Frankly speaking, it is not easy to resist her charm. Sometimes I will be impulsive and shaken, but I Seeing this as a practice and a challenge, fortunately, I have always been able to exercise restraint."

  Lesna rolled her big eyes.

  Matthew also opened his eyes a little.

He heard that the private life of warlocks is mostly slutty, and any creature is fine if he sees it right, but Zeller is obviously an exception among warlocks. He can sit still even though he has a succubus pet, and he uses it to cultivate his will force.

   This made Matthew also suspect the guy's sexual orientation.

  The three chatted for a while.

  The atmosphere in the room gradually became lively.

  Lesna began to apply makeup to Matthew.

   According to Zeller.

  This succubus lady is a well-deserved expert in the field of makeup disguise. Most of the time, the face changed by Lesna's hands has an effect beyond illusion.

   Regarding this point, Matthew has no understanding for the time being.

  He just felt that Lesna's two little hands were smearing on his face with various powder pads and paintbrushes, itching.

  Her body was very close to her.

   Out of succubus instinct.

  Matthew could feel the strong hormones she inadvertently emitted all the time.

  If it weren't for the "heart like still water" background, he might have made a small fool of himself at this moment.

  Lesna's work is very focused, but her expression is not very happy from beginning to end.

   About an hour passed.

   The boring fan shooting time is finally over.

  Lesna threw away the powder pad in her hand irritably, and said in a bad tone:

"alright!"

   "Staying in the same room with you two men is like going to jail—I thought you were scary enough, Zeller, but I didn't expect your friend to be the same as you. We've been posting for so long, and you didn't respond at all!"

   "Tell me, you must be Tianyi too, right?"

  Her tone was very aggressive.

  But his expression was full of frustration, and his eyes were full of self-doubt.

   "I am a normal man, but I am better at "temperance". "

  Matthew explained lightly, without fussing with a succubus.

  Then he looked into the mirror, his eyes lit up—

  The man in the mirror is exactly the same as the Archmage Ronan in his memory!

   "Excellent workmanship."

  Matthew couldn't help but praise.

  This sentence made Lesna feel a lot better.

   She bit her lower lip lightly to remind:

   "You'd better put a few more insoles in your shoes. I remember that Ronan is a few centimeters taller than you, and his figure is bigger and stronger than yours, but it doesn't matter, anyway, there will be a cloak to help cover it later."

   During the conversation.

  Zeller has walked over from the next room carrying a replica of the Archmage's robe and a magic cloak that Ronan used to wear at the Spring Festival Gala.

   "Why don't you try on the clothes first? I'll ask someone to look for the insoles later."

  Zeller carefully looked at Matthew's face, and then showed a satisfied expression.

  Matthew took out a heightening scroll from Miaofa's bag without any hassle:

   "If you are tall, maybe this thing can come in handy?"

   Zeller's gaze crossed the heightening scroll, and stayed on Matthew's luggage for a few seconds:

   "Super Edition?"

  Matthew froze for a moment, then nodded.

   "You are really willing."

  Zeller said with emotion: "I wanted to change to a super version of the luggage a long time ago, but because of my lack of money, I never had the opportunity to replace it."

  Lesna snorted coldly and interrupted:

   "If you stopped donating to those orphanages, you would have bought several bags."

   "Alternatively, if you change your family or start your own business earlier, you will earn far more, much more than you do now!"

   Zeller shrugged:

   "Lesna, don't think about it, I will never leave Rolling Stone Town—it will never be possible, this is what I promised Rega."

  Lesna's chest fluctuated with anger:

   "A man's friendship, huh? Back then, I really shouldn't have been optimistic about your potential and followed you. For Rhaegar, you even rejected the position of the city lord of "Dragon's Nest City"!" I think his wife was less loyal to him than you were to him! "

"enough!"

   Zeller's tone suddenly became severe:

   "In front of guests, please be careful when speaking."

  Lesna's temper is obviously very hot, or in other words, she has a strong resentment from beginning to end:

   "You murdered me? How many times have you murdered me for Rega? You..."

Snapped!

   There was a loud slap.

  Lesna was slapped to the ground by Zeller!

   "You seem to be overreaching, Succubus."

   Zeller bent down, then grabbed her chin forcefully, with an unprecedentedly cold tone:

   "If you are really dissatisfied with the status quo, I can send you back to the abyss at any time, no matter which demon lord's territory is fine."

   "But if you still want to stay by my side, you should learn to behave yourself when I give you enough face. Assure me, this is the last time."

  Lesna's eyes were full of fear.

   She stammered:

   "I promise, this is the last time."

   "Last time what?"

   Zeller asked grimly.

   "The last time I made progress, I was wrong, Zeller, I failed to arouse your friend's lust, so I got a little dizzy, I shouldn't be talking nonsense."

  Lesna replied tremblingly:

   "Don't send me back to the abyss, please, they're going to break me..."

   "Fine, now, apologies to Matthew."

   Zeller let go of his hand.

  Lesna staggered and fell to the ground, with two bruises on her smooth chin.

   "I'm sorry, Mr. Matthew, I shouldn't talk nonsense in front of you."

   She apologized nervously.

  Matthew waved his hand, indicating that it's okay.

  Lesna felt relieved immediately.

   With permission of Zeller.

  She carefully got into the mirror in front of Matthew, and then disappeared completely.

   "You're laughing, Matthew."

   Zeller returned to that gentle and amiable look.

   "Demons are different from ordinary summoned creatures. I treat them with sincerity, but they tend to be ignorant and complacent. Lesna is an example. If she doesn't knock and tap occasionally, she might think she is my master."

   As he spoke, he smiled helplessly:

   "Your summoner—that Peggy, I think you treat her very well, will she show signs of this?"

  Matthew can understand Zeller's helplessness.

  Demons are indeed a species of bad-rooted heavenly species, and they can only be controlled by combining grace and power.

  Thinking about it this way, he no longer envied Zeller to have the succubus as his companion.

  At least his sincere dedication is rewarded.

   "No, there isn't."

  Matthew smiled and said:

   "Peggy has many shortcomings, but in general she has a cute personality. The only thing that is annoying is that she often asks for a raise, but I don't think that's her fault."

  Zeller's eyes showed a hint of envy.

   "So, let's get up and change? The celebration is about to begin, and we're going to set off fireworks at the climax of the celebration."

  Matthew nodded.

   Immediately, he showed hesitation.

"What's wrong?"

   Zeller asked.

   "Although it's a bit presumptuous, and the timing is not very appropriate, can I ask Ms. Lesna to charge my staff?"

  Matthew took out the cough staff a little embarrassedly.

According to the method of Taling 177, he has recharged by "holding a wand and fantasizing about coughing", and the result is horribly inefficient - coughing in fantasy for about 3 seconds counts as a formal recharge, but at least 10,000 formal recharges are required Only then can the staff be fully charged.

  Matthew originally planned to wear it slowly, but since he ran into the succubus, he naturally learned to thicken his skin.

   After all, Matthew didn't charge Zeller and Rolling Stones for his help this time, did he?

   Zeller took the staff, studied it for a while, nodded readily and said:

   "Psychic power? It should be fine. I'll give it to Lesna in a while."

   So the two got up.

  After changing clothes and increasing height.

   Zeller led Matthew to the hall where the mirror ritual was arranged.

   At noon.

   Located in the center of Rolling Stone Town, Seven Saints Square is crowded with people.

   This is where many projects are awarded.

  Although it has just started today, many small projects have already competed for the championship. The contestants and their families and neighbors happily came to accept the awards.

  There is a cheerful atmosphere everywhere.

  Under the statue of the Seven Saints.

  Two men dressed as traveling merchants were whispering to each other.

   There was a big wooden box in front of them, and inside the box was a bunch of marshmallows.

   "Today is the best day to rob the prison. Look, a large number of guards have been transferred to the square to maintain order. I bet there is no one in the prison at this moment."

   A man in his twenties with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said in a low voice.

   "You're right, Jonas, but Dean doesn't want to come out, that's the point."

  The man who answered him looked like he was in his thirties. He had a thin body and bright eyes, but his expression always seemed lazy.

   "Leon, why do you think Boss Dean is unwilling to come out?"

   Jonas was puzzled.

   "Who knows? Maybe the food in the prison is better."

   Leon grabbed a marshmallow for himself, and said casually while eating.

   "I always feel that we are like two big fools who somehow came to Rolling Stone Town, and ended up not even knowing the specific mission!"

  Jonas said dissatisfiedly:

   "They only let us sneak in in disguise, and then what? Boss Dean ignored us. Are we really here to sell cotton candy?"

  Lyon comforted:

"It's not just the two of us who got in here, but also other people from the fraternity, and two other organizations—you can rest assured that such a lot of trouble must be for big things, we just need to follow the order to observe the situation in Rolling Stone Town. "

  Jonas looked at the smiling people around him with a pair of eyes:

   "But I always feel that we have been discovered! How can they laugh so happily? Did they recognize us long ago?"

  Leon said helplessly:

   "You're really nervous, Jonas, why don't you sit next to me?"

  Jonas shook his head and said:

   "No need, this will make me even more uncomfortable. Damn it, how could this country place make me so nervous? You know, I didn't even catch my breath when I set fire to the pier at White Cow Harbor!"

   Leon licked the marshmallow:

   "How about you get one too? Or, you go to a competition and just have fun."

   "That's a good idea!"

  Jonas's eyes lit up:

   "I just saw that there is a project where the prize is a big pot of honey. My mother likes honey, how about I try it?"

  Leon put down the cotton candy in his hand:

   "Wait, are you serious?"

   "Otherwise? Participating in hillbilly activities is also a kind of observation, right?"

  Jonas confidently pushed away the box in front of him, and impatiently walked towards the corner of the square.

  Leon had no choice but to push the cart to keep up.

   "Hey guys, it's time for the annual Martin Run again.

  Wipe your soles!

   Keep your eyes open!

   Remember to keep your balance and don't fall - people run into septic tanks or drains every year, and that's not why we hold the Martin Run in the first place!

  Remember, the route is important!

Let me repeat the route for the last time: start from the starting point, circle the Qisheng Square, run towards the east wall, remember to take the beacon when you get near the tower, then turn back and cross the craftsman's area, and then get two beacons along the way After that, sprint towards the Statue of the Seven Saints with all your strength, and we will be there to celebrate you!

   Now, all ready! "

  Accompanied by the hoarse shout of the fat host, the surrounding crowd burst into bursts of cheers and clamor.

  Martin Run is the most popular event every year, and even other cities have contestants who hear the news.

  Jonas was mixed in the crowd, and his mood was not as tense as before.

   He glanced behind him.

  Behind the dense crowd of contestants, there are three people in huge fluffy uniforms showing their teeth and claws—they will act as monsters chasing "Martin" in the event.

  The contestants played the role of Super Martin, the protagonist of the mythical story that has been circulating in Rolling Stone Town, "omnipotent and the fastest runner".

  Jonas just listened to the fat host tell the story of Super Martin.

   Have to admit.

  The story is quite attractive.

   "Hey, Outlander."

  A provocation came from beside him.

   Jonas frowned and looked over.

   It was a big, vicious man who spoke:

   "When I speed up later, remember to roll away, or don't cry when I'm squeezed into the cesspit."

   Jonaston was instantly annoyed.

  When he murdered and set fire to Bainiu Harbor, these country bumpkins were still playing house!

   How dare you take the initiative to threaten yourself?

  He was trying to give this big guy some color.

   But at this time.

  The fat host in front suddenly yelled:

   "Martins—Run!"

  The crowd exploded.

  The three "monsters" at the back made strange whining noises.

   More than forty people rushed forward in a dense crowd.

   One time.

  The scene was extremely chaotic.

   Jonas was initially wrapped up in the crowd.

   can be very fast.

  He found a chance to break through.

  Arsonist is a good runner, not to mention that Jonas is also the best among arsonists.

   But seeing a few of them up and down, they copied to the first echelon from the side!

   "Stop that outlander! He just pushed me!"

   From behind came the roar of the big man.

   Jonas sneered.

   Didn't expect this group of locals to be so unqualified, even forming gangs for running competitions?

as expected.

  In the first group in front of him, two men squeezed towards him.

  Jonas was pushed out of his anger.

   Immediately, he let out an angry shout, and his speed suddenly increased a lot.

   Whoosh!

  He surpassed those people like a phantom.

"Wow!"

   There were exclamations from the audience on both sides of the road.

  Jonas was very proud.

   "Let these bumpkins see what real speed is!"

  He quickened his pace.

   Moving forward at an incredible speed.

in a blink.

  He surpassed the first group who had the advantage of running ahead.

"Amazing!"

   "Come on!"

   "He runs really fast!"

  Among the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd.

  Jonas is completely immersed in the world of running.

  He tried his best to adjust his breathing and control his pace—the arsonist's strongest point is actually sprinting, but he didn't want to lose to others, so he still maintained a good speed after gaining the lead.

  The scene in front of me gradually became blurred.

  Only the cheers from both sides are always heard.

Unconsciously.

  Jonas has already grabbed three tokens in his hand.

   And ahead.

  Below the statue of the Seven Saints in front of you is the finish line just drawn.

that moment.

   Shan Hu tsunami-like cheers hit.

   Almost everyone is cheering for Jonas' wonderful performance.

  He himself was greatly encouraged.

   Sprinted all the way to the finish line!

   "Let's welcome the champion of Martin's sprint this time—from the unknown—Mr. Jonas who has only registered one name!"

   Fat host roared loudly.

  Everyone applauded together.

  A few young and strong young men ran over enthusiastically.

   Someone put a wreath symbolizing the championship on Jonas.

  The others teamed up to lift him up, toss him hard into the air, fall down, and then toss him into the air again!

   "Jonas! Jonas!"

   "Amazing Jonas!"

   Everyone is celebrating enthusiastically.

   Jonas himself is completely in a trance.

  He enjoys the crowd.

   In a muddle.

  He was rushed to the temporary podium by everyone.

   "Hey, great Jonas!"

  The fat host said loudly:

   "You are a well-deserved champion, and you have advanced the previous record by one minute. How did you do it?"

   Jonas was about to answer.

  The host suddenly stuffed a large jar of honey into his hand.

   "This is the champion's reward!"

   Immediately after.

   Several heavily armed guards appeared behind him.

"ah!"

   Before Jonas could react.

  He has been subdued by Kong Wu's powerful team members.

   "Sorry, but you ran too fast. We have reason to suspect that you are also a member of the Silver Frost Brotherhood."

  The bearded man headed by explained slightly apologetically:

   "Come with us. If it turns out to be our mistake afterwards, I will personally compensate you with a pot of honey, um, a big pot."

that moment.

  Jonas only felt buzzing in his ears.

   His eyes frantically searched for traces of his companion Leon in the crowd.

   But he couldn't find Leon.

  He only saw surprised faces.

  People didn't seem to understand why the defense team wanted to arrest this fast-running young man.

   And at this very moment.

   Everyone was suddenly surprised to find that it was dark overhead!

boom!

at the same time.

  A clear explosion of fireworks exploded on the artificially formed night.

  The colorful patterns spread out at any time.

  People cheered and applauded the sudden magical fireworks.

   "Ronan! Ronan!"

  Someone shouted the name of the caster loudly.

   When hearing the word.

  Jonas's ignorant mind suddenly became extremely clear.

  That moment.

  Suddenly, from the corner of his vision, he saw a figure walking away from the crowd step by step.

   That back view.

   It was the man he had seen in the portrait!

   Legendary Mage.

   Ronan!

   "No...it's impossible! I, I have to tell everyone this news! Ronan is not lost in the astral world at all, he is still in town!"

   Jonas struggled subconsciously.

   In the end, they were completely set up by the defenders.

   Then he was ruthlessly taken to prison.

  The Rolling Stone Town was originally happy.

  Because of this brilliant magic firework, the undercurrent surged again.

   "Hint: You have completed a large-scale bluffing performance, and you have initially mastered the two elements of the field of "fraud": Bluff and tricks"

  (end of this chapter)

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