Chapter 399: Gossip and Crazy Frogman

Chapter 399: Gossip and Crazy Frogman

What Margaret said was all the essence!

And Sorias chanting was the best of the best.

He could only accept everything.

So that night, Matthew spent most of the night in the cemetery singing Ah ~~~. The zombies were so shocked that they stopped gnawing on the tombstones.

The next morning.

Matthew, who was well-prepared, walked into the lieges residence with a lozenge in his mouth.

He bumped into Rheagar, who was pouring coffee in his pyjamas.

I can set off now.

Matthew reminded him tactfully.

Rheagar let out an oh and revealed an embarrassed expression.

I almost forgot about this.

Have you had breakfast? How about having breakfast together? Ill go pack my things after breakfast.

Matthew thought for a moment.

Having breakfast was nothing much. He had only eaten two mouthfuls of bread when he went out in the morning, and his stomach was still empty.

So he said, Alright.

Rheagar led Matthew to the side hall of the lieges residence.

A few maids brought up a dazzling array of breakfast from the kitchen.

At the dining table, the two of them chatted as they ate.

Very quickly.

An hour passed.

Rheagar quickly wiped his mouth and handed the handkerchief to the maid beside him.

Ill go pack my equipment. Wait for me.

Matthew returned to the office lobby to wait.

Two hours later.

He rubbed his eyes and woke up from the sofa. He saw Zeller working at his desk. Matthew yawned.

Wheres Rheagar?

Before Zeller could speak, Rheagars voice came from the room behind him.

Madam Wesley!

Wheres my sword oil?

You didnt take it? Who else would enter my storeroom but you? How many times have I told you not to enter my storeroom?

Youre just cleaning?! Why did my sword oil disappear when I was cleaning?

Oh, oh, oh, right, right, I remembered wrongly. The box of sword oil last time was sold to Matthew in the South. Im sorry, I remembered wrongly.

You decide.

Matthew rubbed his emptying stomach and thought to himself that since it had dragged on until now, it would be better to have lunch before leaving.

However, todays lunch was exceptionally sumptuous.

It was already one oclock in the afternoon after they finished eating.

Not to mention Rheagar, even Matthew, who was stroking his little belly as he walked into the office hall, felt a surge of sleepiness tormenting his eyelids.

Do you want to take a nap?

Rheagar tentatively suggested, An appropriate nap will help to increase combat effectiveness.

What else could Matthew say?

At two oclock.

The two of them woke up one after another.

Madam Wesley! Give me two cups of coffee!

By the way, wheres todays newspaper? Hasnt the porter sent it over yet?

Damn it, he must be slacking off. Ill fire him next week!

Rheagar shouted.

Another half an hour passed.

The two of them, who were gradually invigorated, looked at each other.

Matthew asked,

There are still at least three hours before dinner. Is there anything that hasnt been completed?

Rheagar slammed the table.

What are you saying?!

Well set off now!

As he spoke, he walked out of the hall in an imposing manner and headed straight for the entrance of the lords manor. Matthew was curious and followed closely behind.

The two of them came to the door.

Rheagar suddenly stopped and started to walk back. As he walked, he said,

Oh no, I forgot to get the horses ready.

My horse

Before he could say anything, Matthew pulled him over.

Pa!

A magic carpet spread out.

Matthew pressed Rheagar onto the magic carpet and sat on it himself.

Whoosh!

The magic carpet slowly lifted off the ground..