Chapter 133 Prom (Part 1)

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   "Even so, it would be more appropriate for Zeller to do things like seduce girls, right? He is a real warlock!"

  Matthew wanted to decline again.

   Rhaegar looked heartbroken:

   "How can you bear it?"

   "Zeller has to worry about so many things in Rolling Stone Town by himself, shouldn't we help him solve his problems?"

   "Besides, the war in the South is still uncertain. He went to the South Trading Station to watch the situation today. He may not be able to come back tonight."

   "That's it, I'll take care of Ms. Aliena, and you go take care of little Judy!"

  Rhega said so.

  Matthew couldn't find any other excuses, so he had to agree.

   "Speaking of which, your cemetery is very interesting, but the location of the toilet is not right, how can you put the toilet in the center!"

   Rega looked relieved, and said something casually.

   Matthew's nerves tensed suddenly:

   "Which toilet do you mean?"

   Rega pointed back to the negative energy fountain behind him and said:

   "Isn't that one?"

  It was only then that Matthew noticed that the guy was holding the belt in one hand, and his cheeks were still slightly flushed.

"you've been drinking?"

  Matthew's voice couldn't help raising an octave.

   "Well, I drank a little in the afternoon, and there are too many things to worry about recently."

  Rega patted his cheek:

   "But don't worry, I'm very sober!"

"It's true, I just walked to the toilet and wanted to pee, but before I could pee, those zombies rushed at me, I was so scared that I ran away, you have to teach your little brothers what is polite! "

  Matthew breathed a sigh of relief, and then said seriously:

   "That place is not a toilet, but a fountain from the negative energy plane. You should thank my zombie, otherwise you would shiver at your convenience, and you wouldn't have to think about Ms. Aliena's affairs at all."

   "And if Peggy is guarding the fountain instead of a zombie, you won't even have a chance to take it out!"

  …

  Personally send away the slightly drunk Rhaegar.

   Matthew walked back with the invitation letter, and when he passed the oak forest, he met Eli.

   "Matthew, I heard it all just now, that unqualified old hooligan invited you to the dance?"

   "I heard that Ms. Aliena will also be there?"

"Can you take me there?"

  Eli looked at Matthew expectantly.

  Matthew looked embarrassed:

   "There is no problem in theory, but this matter involves the political exchanges between Rolling Stone Town and Deep Blue Harbor..."

  Eli asked in a daze:

   "Your politics is to engage in women?"

  Matthew choked for a moment, but after thinking about it carefully, there was no way to refute it.

  He had to say this:

   "The communication between human beings contains many complicated actions and meanings, and the situation tonight is very special. I can't cause trouble for Rhaegar, can you understand?"

   "I'm afraid that after you go in and meet Ms. Aliena or someone else, you will do something drastic."

  Eli vowed:

   "I'm a druid, I won't go overboard."

   "And if you worry about me, I can turn into a kitten, you just take me in."

   "I just want to get a closer look at what kind of person Ms. Alena is. I won't cause trouble for you. Please trust me, Matthew!"

  Matthew thought about it, and finally agreed:

   "That's fine, but I have to add a condition - you have to maintain the form of a cat from the beginning to the end at the dance tonight, no matter what happens, can you do it?"

   Eli nodded vigorously.

"By the way, I have to remind you that Ms. Aliena is the lord of Deep Blue Harbor. She has a lot of power and wealth on the east coast. It is said that she is also very attractive. There are not a few people in the entire southern region who covet her. You have to do it. Be mentally prepared."

   Now that he had agreed to take Eli, Matthew had to give him some vaccinations.

  Eli said seriously:

"you are wrong."

  Matthew said in surprise:

"Where is wrong?"

   Eli corrected:

   "Ms. Aliena is as beautiful as a fairy, not a little bit of beauty."

  Matthew: “…”

  He felt strongly that his heart was being blocked, and this feeling has become more and more frequent recently.

   "So, I will have many competitors throughout the South?"

   Eli actively pursued.

  Seeing his optimistic look, Matthew simply brought Rhaegar out to attack him:

   "Yes, there is one in Rolling Stone Town. He is more mature, more powerful than you, richer than you, and handsomer than you. Even in terms of fighting ability, the two of you are probably evenly matched."

   "The only thing he is inferior to you is that he is much older than you!"

  The more Eli listened, the more solemn his face became.

   At the end.

  He looked at Matthew with a look of despair:

   "I knew, you won't let Ms. Aliena go, right?"

  Matthew said in surprise:

   "Why do you think that person is me?"

   Eli blurted out:

   "The intuition given to me by the way of the wilderness!"

  Matthew said angrily:

   "I have no interest in Ms. Aliena, you can rest assured about that."

  Eli suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

  He looks very excited:

   "Really? If you also like Ms. Aliena, we can compete fairly!"

  Matthew is too lazy to talk to him:

   "Remember that the kitten you transform into at night is cuter."

  …

  Eight o'clock in the evening.

  Lights were rarely lit outside the official posthouse in Rolling Stone Town. Several carriages were lined up on the street at the entrance. Occasionally, luxuriously dressed couples led young people into the main entrance.

  The invited guests secretly adjusted the corners of their clothes or accessories while no one was paying attention.

  The waiter at the door also smiled cautiously.

   Above the gate, two brand new lanterns dispel the darkness.

  The afterglow shines on the steps of the side door more than ten meters away from the main entrance, showing a thick layer of dust.

obviously.

This way of socializing at the ball is relatively unfamiliar to the people of Rolling Stone Town. Those who can be invited by Rhaegar are all decent people in the territory, but even they are constantly confirming their status by sending glances to each other. Whether etiquette is wrong, and trying to look like a prom regular.

  Matthew entered the main entrance with a cute little black cat in his arms.

  A waiter wanted to come up to lead the way, but Matthew declined with a smile.

  He walked quickly into the majestic stone building, and the heat of early summer was swept away immediately.

  Matthew shuttled between the castle-like corridors and halls, the lanterns and reliefs on both sides quickly fell backwards—

  The post house in Rolling Stone Town is said to have been originally built according to the specifications of the castle.

  The southern part of this place has a palace-like pattern, and its architectural style tends to be simple and rough.

  This point can also be glimpsed from the reliefs on the stone walls on both sides of the first hall and the stone demon head hanging from the dome.

  As soon as Matthew came in, he felt a wild and enthusiastic atmosphere.

   But the temperature here is very low.

  Perhaps the height of the building is too exaggerated. Even with the warm lights on, the post house is still full of chills.

   This place was supposed to be used as the Lord's Mansion of Rolling Stone Town.

  But when Rhaegar's father built this place, he only started half of the construction. Later, for unknown reasons, the project was abandoned.

   After Rhaegar inherited, he started anew and built a lord's mansion with no pretensions.

   This place is regarded as a post house that is used less than a few times a year.

   Matthew also knows.

  The second half of the post house, that is, the one to the north, is actually a construction site full of stones and wood.

   And there is only half a block away from the lively produce street.

  In the morning when everyone is shopping for vegetables.

  Standing on the construction site, you can still hear the yelling of vegetable vendors on the street.

   Fortunately the dance was held at night.

   There is also a huge stone wall erected in the north of the construction site, which can somewhat block the line of sight.

   Otherwise, this post house may lose its reputation in the eyes of visitors.

   "How can Peggy find gossip about this kind of place?"

   Between thoughts.

  Matthew came to the second hall where the ball was held, which is very close to the other courtyard where everyone in Deep Blue Harbor stayed, and it also belongs to the building near the south.

  He came to the corner and put Eli on the ground:

"remember?"

  The little black cat broke open and said:

   "Remember! Never act!"

   Matthew reminded:

"anything else?"

  The little black cat replied impatiently:

   "Bold vs. Try?"

  Matthew's face darkened:

   "It is self and dignity!"

   "Oh, ego, dignity! Can I go, Matthew?"

   Eli was as excited as a stray dog ​​on the run.

  Matthew waved his hand feebly.

  The little black cats jumped nimbly and slipped from the crossbeam into the dance scene.

   After a while.

  Matthew also adjusted his costumes.

   Smiling, he walked towards the wooden door filled with light.

   Say hello to the members of the garrison at the door.

  Matthew's eyes quickly adjusted to the light in the hall.

  He looked around and found that this place is indeed more suitable as a dance venue. The first hall is too big, and it is difficult to create the proper atmosphere on the empty dance floor.

  This hall is not only much narrower, but also has a row of rooms in the corridors on the east and west sides. Except for the central part of the hall that can be used as a dance floor, the rest of the hall is also filled with stone carvings, standing cabinets and other things that can block the view.

   Lei Jia still put in some effort, the sofa, bar counter, snack cabinet, everything that should be there is basically completed.

   At this time, there were a lot of people in the hall. At first, everyone was a little cautious, but everyone was a familiar face in Rolling Stone Town. A few people who were good at adjusting the atmosphere warmed up the place, and the other guests let it go.

  Two bards were playing the hurdy-gurdy not far from the dance floor.

  Beautiful music leads people to pursue happiness.

  Matthew saw some courageous men and women jumping on the dance floor.

   Their dance steps may not be particularly standard, and their movements are even more difficult to call elegant, but warm and abundant emotions are the most perfect interpretation of dance postures.

  Matthew walks along the edge of the dance floor.

  Several young men and women were talking in the corner—

  A boy with many freckles was stimulated by a friend's dirty joke next to him, and his face flushed with anger, while the others laughed loudly.

  A little black cat ran nimbly past the wall, jumped into the garden behind, and soon disappeared.

  Passing by a shelf with purgatory-style armor knights.

  Matthew also saw Ms. Liz, one of the committee of five, and another middle-aged woman, introducing girls to Brad.

  The bearded man looked very cramped, and he kept his head down.

  When Ms. Liz or the girl opposite asked him something, he only raised his head to answer.

  Matthew was amazed.

  “When every young man who is urged to marry sees this scene, he will subconsciously feel that Brad is very pitiful, but I don’t feel sympathetic to him at all, and I’m even annoyed by his reluctance.”

   At this time, a young man in his early twenties held a glass of red wine, came to Matthew and said:

"Because there is a tradition in our family, if the eldest son is not married, no matter how hard the second son fights with the women outside, he will be asked to postpone his marriage indefinitely. I lost at least two people who loved me because of this reason. Girl, I can afford to wait, but they can't."

   As he spoke, he smiled helplessly at Matthew, and stretched out his left hand:

"Patton, the northern tax collector of Rolling Stone Town, you should have heard my name. And I also know you very well, a mage who loves to plant trees, a strong candidate for an outstanding citizen, and the newly appointed magic consultant in the lord's hall, Ray The hottest celebrity in front of you—Matthew, right? Let’s get to know each other.”

  Matthew shook hands with little Paton very kindly.

  Not long ago, Zeller mentioned him when he dealt with the case of the villages in the west who refused to pay taxes.

  Paton Jr., the tax collector, is the party involved in that case.

  He is also the younger brother of the captain of the defense, Brad, and the second son of Ms. Liz.

   At present, it is said that he is recuperating at home because of the disease of willow.

   "It seems that your resentment is very deep."

  The people from Deep Blue Harbor hadn't arrived yet, so Matthew casually chatted with Little Parton.

   "Of course, I fell out of love because of it, and more than once."

   Little Parton pouted:

"I knew from a very young age that parents will always only have older sons and younger sons in their eyes, and that people like me are doomed to be forgotten. But do they really care about Brad? I doubt it too .”

   "I know Brad has a crush, she's a little widow from a moonshine south of town.

   Oh, Brad loves her so much, he often visits her business, and he takes his brothers from the garrison with him, but Brad can't even look the little widow in the eye.

  He could only silently like her and watch her change male partners one after another in the past three years.

  Sometimes I really want to tie the little widow home for him and forget it, let him get married as soon as possible, and by the way, let my mother worry about my marriage.

   But thinking about it, it's impossible. That little widow is not good enough for our family. If I really did this, even if it was Brad's intention, my mother would just break my leg. "

  Matthew asked curiously:

   "How do you know such details?"

   Little Parton shrugged:

   "This is what the little widow told me in bed.

  She has always known that Brad likes him, and has been waiting for Brad's confession, but a year has passed, and a year and a half has passed, and Brad has not acted for a long time. Which woman can wait so long?

   She died of her husband, with three children.

  It is hard work to support a moonshine brewery alone!

  Brad's cowardice made her so disappointed that she had to fall to other men, such as me. "

  Matthew couldn't help but frowned:

   "If you do this, won't you have any psychological barriers?"

  Jr. Parton honestly said:

"There will be a little bit, to be honest, I don't have any relationship with that widow. She wants me to control the power of taxes. I want her momentary pleasure, and then there is a dull exchange of bodily fluids. Maybe I just want to get revenge on Brad, Who let him steal all the love and attention from his parents."

"I came here today, hoping to see Brad's successful blind date, but judging by tonight's performance, no woman would want to be with a guy who only stares at his toes when talking to himself Guy lives the rest of his life."

   "I'm so unlucky!"

   As he spoke, he drank the red wine in his glass and seemed ready to leave.

  Matthew asked strangely:

   "Let's go now? Don't play for a while?"

   Little Patton waved his hand:

   "Forget it, you should have heard about me, I got a little scabies in that terrible place in the north, and I'm still taking herbs, so I won't harm others."

   "Judging from today's posture, I'm afraid I won't be able to get married in this life. Sad, really sad!"

  He sighed and walked towards the exit.

  Matthew watched his back with interest.

   Before going out a few steps, little Patton suddenly turned back and slapped a small paper bag in Matthew's hand:

"I won't be using this thing in the short term. I'll give it to you. With your face, I'm afraid it will be very hard tonight. Don't forget to protect yourself and your girlfriend. That's it, Mr. Red Man, I hope you If you can say a few words for Brad in front of Rhaegar, let him find a wife for Brad and get married as soon as possible."

  After speaking this time, he left without looking back.

   Matthew opened the paper bag curiously, and found three sections of well-washed and well-made lamb intestines lying quietly inside!

   "Matthew, what are you holding in your hand?"

  A pleasant voice sounded.

  Matthew turned his head sideways and saw Sif wearing a light green fluffy dress with a few beautiful rhinestones stuck on his forehead, smiling enthusiastically and shyly at himself.

  He stuffed the paper bag and sheep intestines into the Miaofa luggage with lightning speed.

   "Nothing, just a little spell-casting item."

   He coughed.

  Sif came over with a smile, her clean chin slightly raised, and asked expectantly:

   "Can you dance with me, Matthew."

  Matthew hesitated for a moment:

   "I'm not very good at dancing."

  Sif held his hand generously, and pulled him to the side of the dance floor with a smile in her eyes:

   "It's okay, I don't know how to do it either, just dance around!"

   During the conversation.

  The light on the dance floor is slightly dimmed.

   Two more bards came over. They exchanged gestures with their companions, and the music of the dancers suddenly became soothing and tender.

  The movements of everyone on the dance floor also became slow and elegant.

   Early summer.

  The sound of crickets in the garden can be faintly heard on the dance floor.

   That is the surging movement called life, which begins to play gently on this land.

  …

  In the corridor on the east side of the second hall, in a narrow secret room.

  Rega constantly adjusted the angle of the crystal ball, and he had a panoramic view of every corner of the ball.

   "Why didn't you stop them?"

  Zeller's voice came from the shadows of the Chamber of Secrets.

   Rhaegar was silent for a while:

"I really wanted to grab Matthew and beat him up, but before the dance started, Sif found me and talked to me for a long time. We talked about many topics, some of which I never thought of talking to her. —She even took the initiative to bring up the continuation with me.”

   Zeller said with emotion:

   "The old father finally found out that his daughter has grown up?"

  Rega couldn't help but clenched his fists, and after a while, he slowly let go:

   "I just don't want to be the kind of father she hates."

   "Take a step back. If she really wants to marry, Matthew is indeed a good choice."

   Zeller reminded with a smile:

   "Don't you mind if you don't forget how they got to know each other?"

  Rega smiled and said:

   "You mean Sever School? Are you kidding me? Does Matthew need a teacher position in a mortal school to provide support for his excellence?"

   "This guy is the darling of heaven that everyone loves. I bet that even if Matthew didn't go to that school to be a teacher, with Sif's personality and preferences, as long as he met him once, he might still be recruited."

  Zeller thought deeply and said:

   "This is true, Sif and her mother have surprisingly similar tastes in men they like."

  Rega pretended to be surprised and said:

   "Is Matthew similar to me when I was young?"

   Zeller thought for a while:

   "In some respects, Matthew is worse than you."

  Rega has a lot to offer:

"Of course."

   Zeller laughed and said:

   "His mouth is not as cheap as yours when you were young."

  Rega chuckled, saying that he was completely immune to this.

   But in the next second, he couldn't help but slammed his fist on the table:

   "Where do you put your hands? Damn, I'm going to beat him right away!"

   Zeller glanced at the crystal ball:

"Is it too much on the shoulders? I think Matthew's movements are quite stiff. He has been deliberately keeping a distance from Sif. This is not good news. It is said that he has rejected a student's confession. He seems to mind this very much. , if Sif's confession is also rejected by him, she will be very sad."

  Rega's expression froze, and he couldn't help but slammed his fist on the table:

"That can't be done. If Sif really likes her, I won't allow him to refuse! Even if it is tied, I will tie him to Sif's bed! The man my daughter likes, even if I am 10,000 times unhappy , and do as she wishes!"

   Zeller smiled:

   "Stimulated by annoying things these days? Finally ready to let go of the mediocre disguise and reveal your true nature? Do you dare to say something like kidnapping a mage from the Seven Saints Alliance?"

  Lei Jia snorted heavily, and suddenly two flaming flames appeared in his eyes:

"Every member of the Blood Banner family has the blood of the upper demons flowing in their bodies. Even in purgatory, we are the most special and rebellious kind. For Sif, what is the Seven Saints Alliance? At worst, I will take the horse After Xiu tied him up, he took the couple back to Purgatory, forcing him to give birth to a few more babies, and it stopped after a long time. Will the Seven Saints Alliance chase him to Purgatory for him?"

   "Wait, why am I telling you this nonsense?"

  Rega suddenly reacted:

   "I'm obviously very upset that kid Matthew is eating my daughter's tofu!"

   Zeller reminds:

   "It's your daughter eating Matthew's tofu."

   "And you have to get ready, Aliena will be there soon, and look, her adopted daughter Judy has appeared in the hallway."

   "Let me take over the crystal ball here, uh, do you want to wish you success in the sequel?"

  In the crystal ball.

  A girl with curious eyes walked into the hall.

   She also held a black cat in her arms.

  …

  (end of this chapter)