Chapter 73: At the Touch of Fire

Chapter 73: At the Touch of Fire

Zeller smiled.

"I will convince him. I’m very good at this.”

Matthew thought for a moment and threw out two more questions.

"If I become the advisor of the lord’s manor, what do I need to do? How much is the reward?”

Zeller’s invitation was obviously not a spur of the moment. After hearing

Matthew’s words, he said without hesitation,

‘ Usually nothing. When an incident occurs, you only need to provide related knowledge and assistance.

"As you can see, I am only a warlock. My understanding of magic is far inferior to that of mages.

"Rolling Stone Town has always been lacking a formal magic consultant, and I think you’re the perfect candidate.

” As for the remuneration, it will not be less than 200 gold coins per month for the first year. We will re-evaluate it based on your contributions in the past year, but the remuneration will only increase and not decrease.”

If the intensity of the work was as easy as what he said, then the pay was quite generous.

However, Matthew did not agree immediately. He only nodded.

"I will consider it carefully.”The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñòv€l-B1n.

"That should be the case. However, I still hope to have the opportunity to continue working with you.”

Zeller smiled and snapped his fingers.

In the mirror.

Lesna timidly looked at the two of them while leaning against her glasses.

"Charge this staff.”

Zeller handed the item over.

Lesna took the staff, and her face blushed.

"Okay, please wait a moment.”

"Ronan can’t be here!”

A dull voice instantly drowned out the other noises.

It was a young man with a greasy face and a torch in his right hand. He was wearing a greyish-brown robe, and his entire body was enveloped in a faint black light, which added a hint of evil to him.

"I swear in the name of my Lord that Ronan’s true body is definitely trapped in the astral plane. This is a fact that has been verified by many parties!” The man’s eyes looked around fiercely.

His eyes were filled with undisguised malice, and those who were stared at by him would involuntarily have their hair stand on end.

However, there were also people who were not afraid of him.

A slender black panther walked out gracefully. Her voice was hoarse and magnetic, and it instantly attracted the attention of all the male creatures present.

‘ But we all saw Ronan with our own eyes. Anderson, before the Evil God behind you shows his true sincerity, everyone will only believe their own eyes.”

Anderson glared at Black Panther with an unfriendly gaze.

"You’d better use the right words, Quinna! My Lord is not an evil god. He has lived in the Heavenly Palace for a long time and was once the ruler of this land!”

Quinna sneered,

‘ Every Evil Art Master firmly believes that their master is the true god of the Heavenly Palace. You’d better show us something practical. In order to cooperate with your damn ritual, we’ve already lost the initiative. Rolling Stone Town has strengthened its defences, and everyone is now in a passive position. What you should do now is, to be honest, and not continue to hide. This is not beneficial to our cooperation.”

As soon as she said this, she immediately received a lot of resonance.

In the shadows.

Leon from the Silver Frost Brotherhood took a step forward.

"Madam Quinna is not wrong. The declaration of war was your order’s suggestion. We’ve already cooperated with you and done a lot of work. Now that our brothers have infiltrated the town but we’ve discovered that Ronan might still be in town!

"Legendary mages are no joke!

"I also heard that the Lord of Rolling Stone Town has sent people to seek the support of a Legendary Monk. I’m afraid none of us wants to face such a threat.”

The others also agreed.

The people of the three major organizations were not united. They were incited by Anderson, the southern patriarch of the Order of Calamity, to imitate the plundering ritual of the Age of Enlightenment and reap benefits from all sides by destroying Rolling Stone Town.

Their main goal was the path of legend. Whether it was the Arsonist, the Witherer, or the Evil Art Master, if they could personally participate in the destruction of a territory of Order and Good, it would benefit them endlessly.

However, Rolling Stone Town was obviously different from that of the average poor and remote village..