Emperor of Arcane

"Lord, it's great that these horses are still alive."

"The food and clothing have not been damaged, but the axle that was just repaired seems to have broken again. I want Old John to repair it quickly..."

After checking the supplies he had left behind, the butler Ralph felt relieved, with an unconcealable smile on his lips.

Angela also breathed a sigh of relief, looking curiously at the sleeping little guy in Matthew's arms from time to time.

"Much cuter than Lord Count's favorite summon, the Wind Serpent King!"

"Ahem, forgive me for being disrespectful."

Standing in front of the corpse, Matthew saw at least three or four precious magic items.

Whether you keep it for your own use or find channels to sell it, your territory can develop faster.

But Matthew didn’t dare!

The hidden danger of Lucky +4 makes Matthew afraid to gamble!

Therefore, he ignored the corpse, and in order to prevent others from having unclean hands and feet, he told Angela, who was in shock next to him:

"His death has nothing to do with us. It is strictly forbidden for anyone to take away anything from him, and do not cause unprovoked trouble."

There was the example of Lucky 4 before him. Regarding the upcoming Doom 4, Matthew was extremely vigilant and just wanted to get to the territory safely.

Angela nodded in shock and scanned the surrounding convoy members warily.

She remembered quite clearly that when the lord was signing the contract with the young dragon, some people looked at him and it was obvious that something was wrong.

"I will be the sharpest sword and the strongest shield in the hands of the lord, blocking all dangers and malice for him, and killing all the enemies of the lord!"

This is Angela’s vow and her firm belief!

Because everything she has is given by the lord!

Naturally, Matthew didn't know Angela's psychological activities, and even if he did, he wouldn't have time to communicate with her for the time being.

He turned his head with a solemn expression, looking at the smoke billowing in the distance and the ruins of Sweetwater Town that had turned into a hell for the living, and said in a decisive tone:

"This cart of supplies was abandoned and only the horses were taken away. We must leave as soon as possible. The black dragon may come back again!"

The butler Ralph nodded without hesitation, pointed at them pointedly and shouted:

"The goods of the third cart were abandoned, and Old John replaced the horse. After it rested for an hour, he replaced the weakest horse."

"No. 1 and No. 10 came out, picked up their weapons and bucklers, and walked at the front of the team to open the way. Others in the No. 3 team took their places..."

Seeing the old butler's skillful arrangements, Matthew gently caressed the little guy and nodded secretly.

He returned to the carriage and found that the little guy did not cause the horses any discomfort. He immediately thought that this was the time dragon's method.

"I hope the dragon is okay. If this time dragon really makes time, it will definitely be an excellent backer and leg..."

Thinking like this, Matthew looked at Sweetwater Town getting closer and closer, thinking about tens of thousands of people dying without any resistance or struggle.

Even when most people are about to die, they don't know who killed them.

An unspeakable sense of crisis and resentment surged into my heart, and then it was buried deep in my heart, waiting for time to ferment and for the growth of strength.

Most of the other people in the convoy were silent as they passed by the ruins of Sweetwater Town.

Looking at the broken city walls, ruined houses, and charred bones everywhere, they will inevitably have the fear of death and grief.

Looking at the ruins warily, Matthew frowned in confusion. He vaguely felt some dangerous eyes.

There shouldn't be any life left in the ruins where the black dragon's corrosive breath has passed!

But no matter what it was, Matthew was unwilling to provoke it, not even having any thoughts or thoughts about the ruined legacy of Sweetwater Town.

The sense of crisis deep in his brain was urging him to leave quickly and run!

Matthew pretended that nothing had happened, suppressed the sense of crisis in his heart, and rubbed the staff made of fire dragon wood.

This was a gift from the arcanist given by his father, Count Andrei, when he was 6 years old.

Spell enhancement +1, 3/3 fireballs can be released every day!

This was supposed to be Matthew Seer's childhood plaything, a souvenir similar to a panda toy, but now it has become the only magical equipment on his body.

The pale golden sunshine shone on Matthew's face. The long-lost warmth did not bring him comfort or dispel the coldness in his heart.

The ruins of Sweetwater drifted further and further away until they disappeared over the horizon.

Not long after the convoy left, a distorted spatial fluctuation appeared in the smoky waste of Sweetwater Town.

The inexplicable pressure seemed to have disappeared.

Everyone felt inexplicably relaxed, and the thoughts and words they had been holding back began to joke and exchange with each other.

For a time, the entire convoy was filled with subtle discussions.

The smiles on everyone's faces gradually increased, and from time to time they looked at the young dragon in the lord's arms with appraising eyes.

"The stronger the lord is, the safer we will be!"

"That's right. As long as you follow the lord, you will have a bright future."

"When the lord's baby dragon grows up and can protect us and our descendants for hundreds of years, maybe we can open up a large territory, and we can also become master knights..."

"Hey, you are really good at dreaming. With your virtue, can you still become a knight?"

"Why can't I do it? When our lord becomes a duke, your kind lord will never forget my contribution..."

"That young dragon seems to be a little bigger than before. It grows so fast..."

"That's a legendary dragon. Ordinary people will never see it in their lifetime. How can they get so close to each other like us..."

"Having said that, fortunately the lord took care of us and didn't rush into Sweetwater Town. Otherwise..."

"Can you brag to others in the future that we escaped from the black dragon's mouth..."

"Haha, that makes sense!"

"..."

Various subtle sounds reached Matthew's ears very clearly. His eyesight was getting better and better, and his body and strength were gradually improving.

I don’t know if it is a sudden change, or if the changes have been ongoing, but have now accumulated to a certain extent.

Matthew even felt that after every breath, his body became stronger than before, and so did the little guy in his arms.

Matthew was immersed in it unconsciously, unaware of the passage of time.

His expression, which seemed to be deep in thought, fell into the eyes of Angela beside him, and in the latter's opinion, he was particularly charming.

The sun is setting in the west, and the sky in the distance is filled with red clouds.

The dark green misty swamp gradually became active.

The road after passing Tianshui Town became increasingly difficult to walk because it was not repaired regularly.

Fortunately, after experiencing the black dragon attack, everyone's resistance to such things has become much stronger.

Having come through a life-and-death situation, these little things are not taken so seriously.

The butler Ralph licked his lips hesitantly and took out the map to ponder and look at it carefully. The wrinkles on his forehead gradually deepened, as if he had made up his mind, he reached out and tapped lightly on the map.

Then, Ralph put away the map and quickly walked to Matthew's side without interrupting the lord's contemplation:

"Lord, our original plan was to rest for one night in Sweetwater Town and spend the scarlet moon tonight..."

"At our current forward speed, if we advance for half an hour, we will arrive at a military post around 5 o'clock."

"There is usually a 10-person sentry team stationed there. Under normal circumstances, we can rely on the sentry tower and walls to successfully survive the Scarlet Moon."

"However, if there are too many aberrant monsters in the wild, there is a risk of annihilation..."

"If we only rest at the post for half an hour, we will arrive at the territory around 9 o'clock."

"But before that, we will spend two dangerous hours under the light of the scarlet moon..."

Matthew came back to his senses and stared at the hesitant face of the butler Ralph, and the familiar blue light flashed again in his vision.

He thought there would be a fateful choice, but it turned out not to be the case at all!

Instead, the "long-lost" character attribute panel appeared.

After just one glance, Matthew subconsciously widened his eyes and complained in disbelief:

"What the hell? Is this an attribute that a level 1 arcanist can have?"

Chapter two today.

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