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Chapter 1027: The Fireworks Above Rolling Stone Town
Chapter 1027: The Fireworks Above Rolling Stone Town
Olorin looked at a few rooms, but he was not particularly satisfied.
Finally.
Olorin pointed at a small gap not far away from the cemetery and said,
"There seems to be a hole there.
"Can you stuff the coffin into that hole?
"I'll just sleep inside!"
Ali thought for a moment.
"Sure.
"I'll get someone to arrange it for you now."
Half an hour later.
The four zombies carried a heavy sarcophagus and pushed it into the narrow gap bit by bit.
Until the stone coffin was completely submerged.
Olorin's low and soft voice came from inside,
"Thank you for your hard work!
"Please tell Matthew that I'll see you in three years!"
A moment later.
There was no sound in the coffin.
White Phantom left with the zombies.
However, not long after.
A dark red light lit up in the depths of the crack.
Then, the monsters in the shadows whispered,
"What happened?
"Why is the tunnel that we dug secretly blocked by someone?
"Using a coffin?
" Hurry up and report to the leader. I'm afraid that the plan to ambush the Fear of Death Graveyard will be delayed!"
..
In the narrow tomb chamber of the great tombs in the Crow Pavilion Demon Territory.
The people from the Underworld Cult were staring at each other.
"Did I see wrongly just now? Is that a summoning array?"
A good-looking young woman asked in disbelief,
" Who summoned the Death Prophet right in front of us?"
The others had similar expressions.
The woman continued,
" And why is the Death Prophet unwilling to accept this scepter?
"He looks like an ordinary person…
"Shut up!"
The middle-aged man holding the sceptre in his hand coldly berated,
"Don't question the strong!
"This is the iron rule for an ordinary person to survive in this world. I've taught you many times! Have you forgotten?"
The woman lowered her head unhappily.
" We don't need to figure out what happened to the Death Prophet.
" We don't need to try to understand the meaning of his words.
"We just need to prove our sincerity with our actions!"
The middle-aged man said indifferently,
" The Death Prophet is on the same level as Viscount Fan. Do you think anyone can summon Viscount Fan?"
Everyone shook their heads.
The middle-aged man sneered,
" That's it then. Who else can summon the Death Prophet other than the deceased Death God?
"In my opinion, he summoned himself and pretended to leave.
"Maybe this is just a test.
"What we need to do is actually very simple. We just need to wait here!"
Everyone nodded, and some of them began to flatter him.
"Boss is wise!
"You're absolutely right!
" Boss Fei Xue's casual advice is enough for us to enjoy for the rest of our lives!"
The middle-aged man sat on the pile of bones with a determined expression.
"Just wait.
"He can't possibly not come back forever, right?"
The others also sat down.
In the narrow tomb.
There was a long silence.
..
In the forest.
After watching Olorin leave, Matthew immediately found the four people who were peeking.
The four of them had all gone to Rheagar's Winter Festival banquet.
However, they all returned early.
Among them, Camela said that she was just passing by. She and Lorraine had a heated debate about a major issue before, so they unknowingly walked into the woods.
Therefore, she returned to the town after greeting Matthew.
As a guest of honour invited by Rheagar.
Camela had her own room in the official posthouse, so she did not have to stay in the shabby cemetery for long.
Lorraine and Matthew exchanged a few quick pleasantries before striding into the cemetery.
He had to go back to finish his draft.
"Are all bards so busy?"
Bobo looked at Lorraine's back curiously.
" Moreover, his chest hair is showing in this weather. Isn't he cold at all?"
Matthew smiled as he looked at Bobo, who was blushing.
"How was the banquet?"
Bobo nodded vigorously.
"The food is delicious!
"I even met that funny uncle. He let me eat as much as I wanted. In return for his delicious food, I promised to set off fireworks for him later!"
When she said these words, she was a little tongue-tied.
Matthew lowered his head and sniffed.
As expected, she reeked of alcohol.
He looked at Lumiere.
The latter said helplessly,
"She drank a lot. I couldn't stop her with one hand.
"She still wanted to hit someone after drinking, so I had to bring her back first. However, she looks much more sober now."
Bobo still had her hands behind her back as she said somewhat embarrassedly,
"Hehehe…
"Usually, they don't let me drink, saying that drinking will cause trouble. I understand this logic, but today is different. It's a rare opportunity, so I definitely have to drink more."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but burp.
"By the way, Matthew, I heard from that funny uncle that you have a lot of wine made from mushrooms at home. Can I have a sip or two?"
Bobo looked at Matthew expectantly.
"Just one bite, or a little bit!"
Matthew said angrily,
"What you need now is something to sober you up, not to continue getting yourself drunk.
" Alcohol is the natural enemy of spellcasters. Isn't the Occult Machinists be considered spellcasters in a sense?"
Bobo immediately widened her eyes and raised her fist to argue with him,
"We're not Spell Casters!
" You can call us inventors, engineers, bomb maniacs, or even terrorists, but you can't call us spellcasters!"