Emperor of Arcane

Old John, who came with long strides, looked at Leon who was pinned to the ground by Yaya and was helpless. ▲𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑔𝑙𝑒 Search for 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑚Read▲

His eyes widened subconsciously, and he raised the heavy machete high, ready to chop it down hard.

Unconsciously, Leon was startled. Just as he was about to raise his sword to block it, he found that the sword had been bitten off by angry teeth.

All the surrounding soldiers, even fellow villagers who belonged to Post No. 16, watched silently and coldly.

Attacking a noble is already a serious crime!

What's more, Lyon is attacking a "generous", "powerful" and "profound background" lord like Matthew.

No need to save, he is dead!

Just as Old John's sword whizzed down, Ya Ya was stopped, and Matthew who was taking a further step shouted loudly:

"Stop, he was controlled by the enemy's magic, and he didn't mean it."

"But in my mother's hometown, there is an old saying that death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be forgiven."

"As punishment for attacking me, he will work for me for five years and then he will be free."

"Of course, during his working period, he will also receive matching remuneration, Leon, do you agree?"

With a hint of surprise in his eyes, Old John kicked Leon on the shoulder, raised his hand and pressed him down to half-kneeling on the ground, and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Are you crazy? You actually attacked the lord, but luckily you were stopped by the lord's contracted dragon!"

"Hurry up and nod in agreement. You should be lucky to have saved your life!"

"This is because the lord values ​​you and is preparing to train you well. Don't think too much about me."

When Leon came back to his senses, he realized what he had just done. He was instantly frightened and his face turned pale.

After learning from Old John the punishment given to him by the lord, he nodded in agreement.

At this time, Leon still didn't know that his original fate had changed dramatically.

As for Matthew himself, he picked up Yaya who was covered in mud, patted her head intimately, and used the magic trick to clean her.

Yaya looked at the neat and tidy paws in amazement, staring at his big bright and transparent eyes, full of curiosity:

"Yeah? (Daddy, is this a spell? Can I use it too?)"

Stroking Yaya's gradually finer and tighter scales, Matthew compared her with the young dragon in his impression, and found that although her physical talent was slightly inferior, her IQ was unexpectedly high.

"Could it be said that the life contract complements each other because Yaya provides me with a strong body, and I strengthen Yaya's soul and improve her IQ?"

Matthew's idea of ​​conducting an experiment swirled in his mind several times, but he put it aside for the time being.

It would be better to deal with the immediate danger first, return to the territory, and then think about other things after settling down.

He raised his hand and raised his staff, pointing it into the distance.

Magic missiles x 4!

A dozen arcane missiles flew out in succession, and 40 points of mana poured out.

After the impact sound of "crackling".

The more than 10 aberrant murlocs who charged the most fiercely on the battlefield behind were beaten so hard that they fell over and their broken bones were scattered all over the ground.

The defense line was stabilized again, and Matthew leisurely sat back on the carriage. The remaining 220 mana points must be used at critical moments.

Angela stood beside Matthew and continued to direct the battle, and strictly prohibited anyone from coming within 5 meters.

The shocked soldiers regained their composure under Angela's command, relying on their newly replaced weapons and equipment, as well as more manpower, to block the impact of the stronger, distorted fish-men.

Whenever the protective shield is broken, Old John and Captain Sean, who are members of the emergency team, will rush out and forcefully kill these dangerous aberrant fish-men.

The soldiers who had adjusted themselves quickly stepped forward to replace their tired teammates.

After several consecutive rotations, the cooperation between the soldiers has become more and more tacit, and their combat effectiveness is becoming stronger and stronger, with a vague aura of veterans.

The number of aberrant fishmen gradually decreased, and the pressure brought by it also decreased sharply. Angela saw that the situation was getting better and better, but she became more and more afraid to relax.

Even if Matthew was attacked just now, it was not because of her negligence, but dereliction of duty is dereliction of duty!

Angela doesn't make excuses for herself!

She carefully arranged and directed until the last aberrant murloc fell under the thrusting spear.

Angela commanded the soldiers, repeatedly cleaning the battlefield and killing the deformed fishmen who might be buried under the piles of corpses.

The battle is over!

The soldiers shouted loudly to celebrate the survivors.

Butler Ralph walked out with a disappointed look in his eyes and whispered something in Matthew's ear.

"Lord, 4 pieces of magic equipment, 2 bottles of violent potion, 6 bottles of healing potion, and 1 teleportation scroll were found from the assassin."

"There is also a 3 cubic meter space belt, which contains 300 gold coins, more than 10 bottles of poison, and some daily necessities without any identification marks..."

Touching the slightly elongated dragon horn, Matthew nodded as expected:

"Well, if they were really easy to investigate, that thing wouldn't have happened..."

"Check the harvest, arrange for Old John and the others to start repairing the carriage, deal with the contaminated materials, and then prepare to distribute the spoils and set off as soon as possible..."

Ralph, who was a little depressed, saw everyone so excited, and kept his voice low as usual to suppress everyone's arrogance:

"Don't get too happy too early. Check your clothes and those of your companions quickly. If you find any gaps, report them immediately."

"Carry over the bodies of the fallen companions, record their names and achievements, and the payment of pensions will be announced on the notice board in the territory..."

Humming a tune softly and feeding a lot of dried meat to the greedy Yaya, Matthew used the corner of his eye to look at the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield.

Under the leadership of Old John and Captain Sean, they used spears to test the piles of corpses, and applied wounds to the deformed murlocs with no obvious wounds on their heads. They then dragged them over, split their heads, and carefully inspected the loot.

Pieces of red and translucent flesh and blood essence were quickly counted out and counted under everyone's attention.

Butler Ralph, who was registering the information, looked at the 50 pieces of flesh and blood essence that had been cleaned up, and he made quick calculations in his mind:

"All these flesh and blood essences are refined, which can create a profit of at least 1,500 gold coins."

"Including the gains from previous battles, a net income of 2,000 gold coins should not be a problem."

"Although the 3,000 gold coins for purchasing supplies have not yet been collected, the Lord should not be under financial pressure in a short period of time..."

Poor half-elf butler Ralph is still unaware of Matthew's ability to spend money as an arcanist, and is immersed in the joy of harvest.

As the loot was counted, there were naturally reports of the team’s casualties. Ralph breathed a sigh of relief and reported to Matthew:

"Four soldiers were injured, none of them serious. They need to be cleaned up."

"Three cart drivers died. The bodies have been treated to prevent distortion. They will be burned and buried after being brought back to Bay Village. Each person will receive a pension of 5 gold coins."

"Seven cart drivers are injured. One bottle of purification potion can purify 10 people. If they are all purified, two bottles are needed, worth 20 gold coins."

"A total of 50 flesh and blood essences have been harvested, which requires 500 gold coins. We currently have 300 gold coins left..."

"However, because there are too many enemies, the coins cannot be distributed accurately..."

"This is an amazing victory, thanks to your arrangement, Lord Lord..."

Although his tone was very happy, Ralph still looked inquiringly.

"Lord, do you really want to give out so many gold coins?"

"How about I go and "do" them?"