Chapter 280: “Where’s My Father?”
Matthew smiled smugly.
“You should be happy that your magic consultant has his own information channel, my lord.”
At the same time, he wondered if Lorraine was looking for a proper job as an editor of Alliance Weekly.
Rheagar thought about it carefully and agreed.
So he excitedly asked Matthew,
“Then do you think there are any men of the right age in our territory who have the chance to hook up with the daughter of the City Lord of Deep Blue Port?” Matthew looked at him strangely.
“Rolling Stone Town is thousands of miles away from the East Coast. Why are you considering this? As if our people have a chance to meet the princess of Deep Blue Port.”
Rheagar was about to say something when Zeller walked in, looking travel-worn, and interrupted their conversation.
“Has the haunting been resolved?”
Rheagar took the coffee from Madam Wesley and took a sip.
Zeller nodded.
‘ Yes, the source of the haunting is a group of high-level ghosts, but they don’t seem to be very aggressive. I played hide-and-seek with them for a few days and finally made a deal with them. They have left the Southern Trade Station now and should be hiding in the undercity. They shouldn’t disturb us for the time being.”
Rheagar asked curiously,
“Why have the things in the Undercity been running out recently? Is the
Underdark so terrifying that even ghosts can’t live in it?”
Zeller shrugged.
Matthew handed over his plan for the Scorched Earth of Death.
After reading it carefully, Zeller’s eyes lit up.
“I think this plan is feasible, but the actual effect still depends on the situation of the experimental plot. What do you think? Rhaegar.”
Rheagar thought for a moment.
“I’ve asked a few old men over the past few days. They don’t think it’s a good idea, but they all think it’s worth a try. Since you’ve agreed, let’s give it a try.
“But Matthew, you must remember to be careful. This is Rolling Stone Town. I don’t want anything to appear on this land that will affect my people’s survival and happiness.”
Matthew nodded heavily.
The three of them chatted for a while. Zeller suddenly asked,
“How’s your transformation going?
Matthew helplessly pointed at the three sheep on the ground.
It didn’t go well. I seem to lack talent in the field of transformation. It’s strange. After these days of hard work, I can clearly sense what kind of existence a goat is, but I still can’t turn a living thing into a goat.” As he spoke, he ran back to his office and pulled out a little pig.
Matthew used Malicious Shapeshifting on the piglet.
Bang!
The piglet was covered in white wool, and its four limbs already looked like a goat, but its ears, nose, and tail still looked like a piglet.
Matthew spread his hands.
“See, that’s it, always missing a little bit.”
Zeller observed for a while and asked curiously,
“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with your Transfiguration. Wait-I know what the problem is!”
He clapped his hands and asked Matthew,
“When you cast the spell, did you not have any malice towards the target?”
Matthew was stunned.
“Do I still need malice?”
Zeller said,
“Of course!
“Think about the name of this spell, Malicious Shapeshifting!
“If you always use the Shapeshifting Spell on the target with good intentions, of course, you won’t be able to transform into the right form!”
Matthew was enlightened.
But soon, he felt troubled.
“This little pig looks so cute. It’s hard for me to harbour any malice towards it.”
Zeller thought for a while and suddenly looked at Rheagar. “Rheagar, help Matthew.”
Rheagar put down the newspaper and asked inexplicably,
“How?”
Zeller laughed.
“When you were young, you were best at ‘provoking’. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your speciality.”
Rheagar thought for a moment. “That’s not difficult.”
As he spoke, he provoked Matthew,
“Look at how skinny you are. You must have never had enough to eat since you were young, right?
“Learning a spell would waste the lives of so many lambs. It’s better to change
careers and become a chef.”
Matthew was expressionless. Zeller encouraged,
“Come on, Rhaegar.”
Rheagar thought about it again and suddenly smiled lewdly.
“Your mother said I was great in bed last night! ” Matthew looked angry.
However, this anger quickly calmed down.
Because his mother was not in this world.
Zeller encouraged again,
“Show me the power you used to provoke the Succubus Queen!” Rheagar could only put down the newspaper and say,
“I burned your forest.”
At that moment.
Matthew’s mind exploded with primitive anger.
That anger quickly turned into malice.
He instinctively raised his hand.
A light flashed.
And there was a goat behind the desk!
“You did it, Matthew!” Zeller congratulated.
Matthew was also delighted.
He wanted to say something.
Just then, a youthful and beautiful figure ran in from outside.
She greeted the two of them, then looked around for a while and asked curiously,
“Where’s my dad? “Isn’t he usually here at this time?”
At this moment.
The goat behind the desk made a bleating sound.
It instantly attracted Sift s attention.
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