I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm

Chapter 532: Margaret's Elimination Method!

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"What…Sif?"

"Wait!

"This voice was... Matthew?

"Why are you here?

"Could it be that one of the sisters has turned into you?"

Inside the fishing net.

Rheagar turned his head with difficulty and tried to look at Matthew through the gap in the net.

Matthew was a little amused.

"It seems that your sister has left a deep scar in your heart."

As they spoke.

The fishing net continued to shrink, turning into a pair of net socks that wrapped around Rheagar's arms.

Rheagar heaved a sigh of relief.

Matthew casually took out a dagger and easily broke the net socks. Then, he helped Rheagar up from the ground.

He turned to look at Margaret.

The female devil that she was fighting with had disappeared. No wonder her binding spell had failed.

" We received some bad news. Little Patton even thought that you were dead. In order to confirm whether or not we should carry out the Lord's handover ceremony in Rolling Stone Town, I specially came to see you."

Under Rheagar's astonished gaze.

Matthew explained casually.

Rheagar immediately revealed a grateful expression.

Then, in the next second.

Most of his gratitude dissipated.

"Zeller said that this plane trip of mine can be reimbursed by the city. You should have no objections, right?" Matthew said.

Rheagar mumbled, "I think you guys should be more patient. You don't have to come and see me. Look, aren't I alive and kicking?"

Matthew wanted to say something.

Margaret had already returned to the two of them.

"She ran away.

" We have to clean up the battlefield quickly and leave this place. I guess this place will be surrounded by the troops of the Bru tribe and the Kingdom of Suki in 15 minutes at most."

After saying this.

She snapped her fingers, and a white light flashed. A goblin with shifty eyes, carrying a white backpack and exaggerated golden earrings on both ears, appeared on the spot.

"Be quick."

Margaret ordered.

The Gnome ran all the way to the battlefield and began to loot the corpses.

It was extremely skilled, and its movements were as fast as lightning. It could gather everything valuable on a corpse almost every three seconds.

Matthew recognized this creature.

This was a Treasure Gnome.

The Treasure Gnome was a highly intelligent creature. It got its name because it liked to collect the spoils of war and always carried good things in its backpack.

They only looked like goblins, but they were essentially high-level spiritual creatures that had mastered a small amount of magic and space-related abilities.

In Aindor, there were many idle adventurers who dreamed of bumping into a treasure goblin and making a meteoric rise.

For mages, these creatures were also very suitable as pets or servants.

This was the first time Matthew had seen a lively treasure trove goblin.

He had to admit.

There were specialities in every field, and this guy was much more efficient at cleaning up the battlefield than Soldier.

However, Matthew was too embarrassed to touch the loot.

After all, Margaret was the one who killed them.

At most, he would pick up some things that she did not want.

"Are you interested in these corpses?"

Margaret noticed Matthew's gaze.

Matthew nodded. "The corpses of demons, devils, and vampires are very rare in the prime material plane."

Margaret waved her hand generously.

"Then they are all yours!

"You can ask Blinken to help you carry them!"

Matthew was slightly stunned.

"Blinken?"

Then, he reacted.

"You call that Treasure Gnome Blinken?"

Margaret took out a large bag of magic biscuits and tore it open, chewing it with crunching sounds.

She replied vaguely,

"Yes, yes.

" It's not just Blinken. Every slave of mine has an ex-boyfriend's name.

"I'm quite sentimental, aren't I?"

As she spoke.

She suddenly condensed a long whip out of thin air and lashed it fiercely on the Treasure Gnome's thin back.

Pa!

"Blinken, come back to this lord and accept the order!"

The goblin trembled, but he did not dare to delay. He rushed in front of Matthew.

"Pack all the corpses for him! If you miss one, you can become a corpse yourself."

Margaret ordered without a doubt.

Under the flattering gaze of the Treasure Gnome.

Matthew handed the body bag to him.

Looking at how diligent the Treasure Gnome was working, he could not help but sigh.

Matthew could not help but ask curiously, "How many ex-boyfriends do you have?"

Margaret chewed on the magic biscuit that was used to replenish her mana.

"Why are you asking this?

"Don't tell me you also want to join the rank?"

Matthew smiled.

When he turned back, Rheagar had already tidied up his appearance and was no longer in a sorry state.

" This is Rhaegar, the lord of Rolling Stone Town, the prince of the Kingdom of Suki, and my friend.

" This is Lady Margaret, a fifth-rank mage. She's rarely matched by anyone below Legend. She's considered half my teacher."

Matthew quickly introduced.

The two of them nodded at each other and exchanged a few pleasantries. Then, the Treasure Gnome tidied up the battle.

Rheagar took the initiative to say,

"I know a relatively safe place. Let's go there and talk."

Matthew took the heavy body bag from Margaret's hands, and his heart filled with the joy of a bumper harvest.

"But if we leave on foot, won't it be easy for others to catch up?" he asked worriedly.

Margaret waved her hand and pointed at a bio-airship that was still emitting smoke not far away.

"That one can still be driven," Matthew said awkwardly,

"Really?

"But there are three of us.

"There were only two seats on the airship.

"How about Rheagar?"