Chapter 233 I am his dog

 …

 The **** of travelers?

 Why is he here? !

Matthew quickly calmed down, and his eyes met the gaze of the God of Travelers calmly.

His current appearance is disguised, and he wears a high-imitation star-weaving robe next to his body. If he doesn't distinguish himself carefully, even the projection of the gods will easily ignore him at a close distance.

 “Never be suspicious.”

Matthew secretly warned himself that he would remain highly vigilant based on the principle of not being immovable by the enemy.

The Traveler God's gaze did not last long, about three or four seconds, and then he calmly withdrew his gaze.

 He did not continue to pay attention to Matthew.

This is good news.

However, the slight change in Matthew's body was sensed by Mary Joa beside him.

 This woman's perception is amazing.

 No emotional changes seemed to escape her eyes.

 “What’s the matter, tutor?”

Marie Joa asked softly.

Mentor is the title Matthew gave himself, just like the White Helmet. He travels around the world and has defected to the evil forces. How can he dare to use his real name.

 Fortunately, this phenomenon is very common within the Calamity Cult.

　Marie Gioia herself prefers the nickname camellia.

 “Do you know Mr. Jin?”

 She asked.

Mr. Jin?

Matthew narrowed his eyes slightly. Didn’t this guy use his real identity?

Too.

Matthew noticed at this time that the appearance of the Traveler God was obviously different from what he had seen before.

The reason why Matthew was able to recognize him immediately was because of his keen perception and the relatively special temperament of the other party. On the other hand, he relied on the prompts in the data column.

 Haven’t seen you for a few days.

The other party's projection becomes more solid, and the image looks more like a real human being rather than a lofty god.

 Matthew knew.

 Such a short time is definitely not enough for the Traveler God to complete the reincarnation, and there is a high probability that the other person will be a woman after reincarnation.

Hence, the projection of the Traveler God most likely went through some kind of enhancement ritual to have its current image.

His strength has also improved a lot, at least to a quasi-legendary level.

This is the fundamental reason that makes Matthew extremely vigilant.

 “Mr. Jin?”

 “No, I don’t know him.”

 Facing Marie Joa’s torture.

Matthew showed his ability to improvise. He licked his lips and showed a provocative smile that fit his personality:

 “I just think he’s sexy.”

"Forehead…"

 Marie Joa choked.

She seemed not to have expected Matthew to answer like this. After hesitating for two seconds, she smiled coquettishly:

 “You’re really outspoken.”

　　Seemingly hearing the conversation between Mary Joa and Matthew, the Traveler God, whose alias was Mr. Jin, once again cast friendly eyes on them.

“I heard what you said, Necromancer, I think you are very classy, ​​do you need to exchange contact information?”

Mr. Jin smiled slightly and took out a magic business card.

 Matthew was prepared.

He handed over a thin piece of bone. The contact address written on it was in White Rock City, where there was a public mailroom for necromancers.

 Under the complicated gaze of Marie Joa.

 The two exchanged contact information smoothly.

 The end.

Mr. Jin suddenly grinned at Matthew:

 “Remember to look for me.”

 “I like your hat very much.”

Matthew was still smiling on the surface, but his heart sank.

 On the surface, the other person is just complimenting her on her clothes.

But actually.

The phrase "I like your hat" is a very special slang in the East Coast area.

On the coastline south of the Bay, due to the humid and rainy climate, most people need to wear hats when traveling, and different occupations wear different types of hats.

 It is said that it is at the dock of Deep Blue Port.

 People can quickly tell what work each other does by wearing hats on each other's heads.

 Hence, the extended meaning of "I like your hat" is equivalent to "I know your details".

This kind of slang or slang originally originated from coastal cities in the south. Over time, even businessmen in Rolling Stone Town would fashionably quote this slang when communicating.

The other party has obviously figured out his identity.

This made Matthew a little worried.

 Fortunately, after Mr. Jin said that sentence, there was no other action.

 Carriages were slowly transported out of the portal behind him.

The underground ponies, known as little phase horses, lined up in a row in the tunnel docilely, forming a long convoy.

 Matthew counted.

There are a total of 19 carriages, and each carriage carries a cage. The cages contain monsters twisted into twists.

 These monsters are cast upon the sleep and twist spells.

And the magic of light refraction is carefully arranged near the cage.

This makes it impossible for outsiders to distinguish the identity of the monster.

What makes Matthew most curious is that the carriage in the center is carrying a fully enclosed cage. The other cages are all made of iron, but that cage is actually made of fine oak. The board is sealed.

From time to time there was a thumping sound inside.

 It seems like someone is asking for help.

 Marie Gioia and Mr. Jin conducted a handover.

 It didn’t take long.

Mr. Jin smiled and disappeared behind the portal.

 He did not say another word to Matthew.

Seeing the other person disappear.

Matthew secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At least his identity has not been exposed for the time being, and since the Traveler God has used a pseudonym and concealed his identity, this means that at least on the surface he and the Scourge Cult are not of the same mind.

 You still have room for maneuver.

"let's go!"

 Marie Joa called everyone on their way.

The underground ponies in the convoy are not equipped with drivers, but this does not prevent them from transporting supplies in an orderly manner.

 In fact.

This underground pony is the second largest underground beast of burden after the Kunmand lizard.

 The reason why they are called small phase horses.

 It is because they and the materials they transport have the ability to very subtle phase distortion and correction when moving through underground space.

 They will automatically correct the space around themselves according to changes in terrain to gain more space for advancement.

 This is a natural ability to cast spells, and it is passive and very easy to use.

It’s just that the space that the underground pony can affect is relatively limited.

 Can only take effect on yourself and the carriage behind you.

 The Great Phase Horse, which truly has the ability to shuttle directly between rocks, has long been extinct in the long river of history.

  But even so.

In the depths of the Underdark, in places such as the Deep City, there are still legends about the lava lord leading three hundred phase horse knights to sweep through the underground cities.

 Under the leadership of Marie Joa, the convoy moved forward in an orderly manner.

The corridor in the underground world is very long, and the surrounding space seems quiet and dim.

It is precisely because of this environment.

 As a result, a little sound can be transmitted several kilometers away.

Hence, it is common sense for everyone to keep silent during a secret march underground.

This common knowledge further aggravated the dead atmosphere, and all that could be heard was the sound of footsteps, the faint sound of horse hooves, and the heavy rutting of wheels.

 This is a sleepy journey.

Matthew sat down on a carriage. The little horse paused blankly for a moment, then moved on obediently.

 He yawned.

Then the yawn seems to be contagious.

Several Scourge cultists in front and behind him all yawned.

“The alertness is so low... What kind of **** mission is this?”

 Matthew appears to be undisciplined.

 But he was sneering secretly in his heart.

He turned his head and glanced at the white helmet. The latter's entire face was hidden in the darkness, making his expression and face unclear.

 And in the midst of this sleepy march.

 The convoy advanced about 5 kilometers.

 Passing an underground stone forest ahead.

suddenly.

 A group of wild beasts jumped out from the cracks in the rocks.

 They attacked the Scourge Cultists frantically!

 “There are attackers!”

　Marie Joa shouted loudly:

 “Defensive stance!”

There were quite a few entourage near the convoy, most of them came from the Dark Temple, and there were still a dozen believers brought by Mary Joa.

 These people totaled sixty or seventy.

 The total number of the group of beasts in front of us, consisting of underground owl beasts, direclaw beasts, broken-wing birds and other species, is only thirty or forty.

 The number of people on both sides is obviously the Calamity Religion's side.

 So except after suffering some losses at the beginning.

The Calamity Religion has firmly secured its defense line.

 Marie Joa ordered everyone to guard the carriages and small phase horses around them.

 This decision cannot be said to be problematic.

 After all, the number of enemies has not yet been completely determined, and their mission on this trip is to **** them. The monsters carried on the car are their most important assets.

 Hence, the people of the Calamity Cult fought very restrainedly.

 They mainly focus on repelling the attacks of the herds.

 A few minutes down.

 Although the fight near the carriage was lively, it seemed that not many people were injured.

Whether it was the caboose crew or the wild beasts, the back and forth between the two sides was intense, but in fact few people lost the prize.

Matthew saw this scene clearly.

 I laughed even louder in my heart.

 “Do you need me to use magic?”

 He asked Mariejoia loudly and deliberately.

that moment.

 He could feel many eyes on him, most of them coming from his colleagues——

After all, it was the day Matthew cast his signature spell.

 Many people from the Calamity Cult have seen it.

"Need not!"

 Marie Gioia said loudly:

“You have to conserve mana, what if they have a stronger enemy?”

Matthew really wanted to say something else:

“But I have a lot of mana, so I don’t need to save it.”

 But this sentence is somewhat inappropriate.

So he held back and said nothing.

that's all.

 He sat by the car and watched the two sides fighting fiercely in the dark.

These beasts seem to be trying very hard to disguise themselves as druids from the Earth Order.

 They often speak human words:

 “Get out of our territory, you monsters who believe in natural disasters!”

 “I will tear you to pieces!”

 “Mother Earth cannot spare you!”

 Change to an ordinary person.

 Maybe even be fooled by their performance.

  After all, the Blighters also inherited some of the powers of the druids. They can also transform into beasts and have the ability to cast wild spells.

  But in Matthew's eyes.

The difference between an orthodox druid and a blighter is clear.

 He has a very high degree of natural affinity.

Whenever an orthodox druid turns into a beast, Matthew will find it pleasing to the eye at a glance.

As for the beast that the Blighter turned into, even if the other person is really a perfect imitation, Matthew will find it vulgar.

 This is the power from the field.

Ordinary techniques can never be deceived.

“Perhaps the traveler **** recognized me in this way.”

Matthew thought so in his mind.

 The two sides fought for a while longer.

 Marie Joa appeared to be very patient and kept dealing with the enemy's feeble attacks.

Matthew was so bored that he counted the drops of sweat on her forehead and chest.

 But at this time.

 Sudden changes occurred.

 Some of the beasts suddenly turned into human figures wearing green robes.

These humans screamed and rushed towards the carriage.

 But they didn't get too close.

 Instead, he threw large pieces of black powder with his bare hands from a distance!

These black powders look like coal powder from a distance.

 You can feel a strong fishy smell when you get close!

 “Be careful to dodge!”

 Marie Joa reminded loudly.

 She was shouting at Matthew and White Helmet.

White Helmet was extremely skilled and managed to avoid the powder with his extraordinary agility.

 But Matthew could not escape.

But he shook his clothes and left himself spotless, and all the powder was swept aside.

 See this scene.

 Marie Joa couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

next moment.

 A low chant sounded.

A strange magical power erupted from the stone forest.

 Follow.

Matthew looked at a man wearing a shaman-like mask walking out of the stone forest.

His hair is disheveled, and his body is covered with tiny bones and strips of green branches and leaves.

 With his chanting.

Those people whose bodies were stained with black powder all disappeared in place!

Matthew suddenly showed an interesting expression.

 “Is this…group exile?”

 He reacted.

 On the data column.

 …

   Hint: You used "Innocence" to remove the bone meal of outsiders.     You are immune to mass banishment of unknown targets.     

 …

I see.

“First, by sowing the bone powder of alien creatures on the target, the target will be judged as an alien creature in a short period of time, so the group banishment can take effect. This casting idea is a bit new."

Matthew stared at the shaman intently. The latter's aura made Matthew feel familiar.

 He was about to take action.

Unexpectedly, Mary Joa caught him:

"you go first!"

“You and White Helmet, **** the carriage in the center, follow the direction on the map, and walk to the location marked by the black cross. No matter what happens on the road, escorting is the most important! Do you understand?!”

 Said.

She couldn't help but drag Matthew and White Helmet, and forced the two of them into the carriage.

The rest of the little phase horses got out of the way obediently.

 “But we can stay and help you.”

Matthew’s face was full of astonishment:

"Although they have all been exiled, we can definitely drag them back until they come back."

The White Helmets also expressed a similar attitude righteously.

Mary Joa said without changing her face:

“We have a chance to hold on until they come back, but I’m not sure what else will change next.”

"I'm familiar with the road conditions here, and it's suitable for me to break up. You two, remember to guard the things in this cage and don't open it privately!"

"move!"

 As she spoke, she slapped the little phase horse on the butt.

The latter stepped on his horse's hooves, pulled Matthew and White Helmet and squeezed past his compatriots, escaping forward unimpeded.

 And behind them.

　Marie Joa was suddenly fighting with the remaining beasts.

soon.

 Her tragic figure disappeared into the darkness.

 In the empty tunnel.

 Only the sound of the herd's excited carnival was left.

Matthew and White Helmet looked at each other, the expressions in their eyes were a little subtle.

 The carriage ran two or three kilometers in one go.

 Neither of them said a word.

 But at this moment, a strong knocking sound suddenly came from the wooden cage behind them!

"let me out!"

"let me out!"

It is a voice with a weak voice and a soft voice that makes it difficult to distinguish the gender.

 The two of them looked back at the same time.

 “What’s in this?”

White Helmet was the first to speak.

Matthew snorted:

 “Who knows?”

“I would like to open it and take a look, but it’s a pity that I might as well forget it at this time.”

White Helmet glanced at him with interest, and suddenly smiled lowly:

 “I didn’t expect us to be so trusted.”

 “The most critical thing was actually escorted by us.”

Matthew also laughed and said haha:

 “This shows that Ms. Mary Joa values ​​us very much.”

White Helmet laughed dryly:

 “To be honest, I’m a little flattered.”

 Matthew patted him on the shoulder:

"This is a good thing. As long as we can successfully complete this errand, we may be able to achieve success in the Calamity Religion in the future."

 The White Helmets don’t look so optimistic:

 “Do you really think things are that simple?”

“I often hear people say that the business done by the Calamity Cult is a matter of life and death. Aren’t you afraid of it?”

Matthew yawned seemingly casually:

“It doesn’t matter, anyway, before joining the Calamity Cult, I often dealt with life and death.”

White Helmet watched him silently.

  Seems to be evaluating the truth or falsity of this sentence.

 The carriage moved forward for a while.

 When reaching a fork.

Matthew took a look at the map given by Mary Joa and chose to go left.

 At this time.

White Helmet suddenly said quietly:

"I think we should be honest. You are no ordinary necromancer."

Matthew smiled softly:

 “Will you admit that you are an ordinary ranger?”

“As far as I know, even an ordinary ranger can actually force that thing to be useful when drunk.”

“It is not a good habit to deceive the Patriarch when you first join the Order.”

White Helmet looked stunned, and then asked:

 “Didn’t you cheat on her?”

“I checked you just now while we were in chaos, and your lower body is very healthy.”

Matthew's face became slightly stiff.

 He glanced at the data column.

 …

“Hint: Your companion White Helmet stole a bone from your pocket.

 The bone returned by your companion Whitehelm.

Taking this opportunity, your fellow White Helmet uses "Animal Diagnosis" on your crotch.

 Animal Diagnosis: The ranger’s advanced ability, mostly found in special part-time jobs such as veterinarians, can be used to diagnose the reproductive ability of animals. "

 …

 “I didn’t expect you to be a veterinarian.”

Matthew closed his pocket angrily. He counted the bones and found that the number of bones had not changed.

 Then his face became better.

These bones were deliberately placed in his pockets to fill out the persona of the perverted necromancer.

 But it’s been a long time.

  He is quite sentimental about these bones. If someone really steals one, Matthew will be somewhat upset.

 Fortunately, the White Helmets should only use this action to perform diagnostics.

have to say.

Everyone who goes out these days has one or two unique skills.

 The concealment of the White Helmet's movements.

 Even Matthew didn’t notice much.

 This shows that his skills are superb.

“No matter where you are from, remember not to steal from me next time, otherwise you will be in trouble!”

 Matthew warned in a low voice.

White Helmet smiled sarcastically:

 “Don’t worry, it won’t happen again.”

Matthew’s expression softened slightly:

“How can you, a ranger, be so good at stealing?”

White Helmet made a haha:

“The relationship between rangers and rogues is not that distant, and the two professions make cameos for each other much more frequently than you might think.”

 “Speaking of which, who are you?”

Matthew looked around:

 “Aren’t you afraid that walls have ears?”

The White Helmet said confidently:

"If I can't even do this counter-reconnaissance, then I don't need to be a ranger."

Matthew snorted:

“Before asking someone for their identity, you should identify yourself.”

White Helmet thought for a while:

"How about this, let's play a little game - if I can steal something from you in front of you, you tell me your true identity first."

“Note, during this period, you can arrange complete protective measures for yourself, but you cannot attack me.”

 Stealing things in front of others?

Is this guy so confident?

Matthew rationally wanted to refuse, but he was also extremely curious about the identity of the White Helmet.

 So he nodded:

"Can."

 The next second.

 He took out the defensive poem and cast several protective spells on himself.

 Then cover the pockets with both hands.

 “I’m coming.”

 Somehow.

Matthew always felt that White Helmet’s expression was somewhat vulgar.

But seeing the latter's quick eyes and quick hands, he came towards him and flirted with her.

 The next second.

Matthew felt a chill in his crotch.

White Helmet suddenly had a pair of shorts in his hand!

"how did you do that?"

 Matthew was extremely shocked.

Unexpectedly, White Helmet also showed an embarrassed look for an instant:

 “Ah, you stole it by mistake?!”

“What I want to steal is obviously your belt…”

 “Sorry, sorry, I’ll put it on for you right now.”

Matthew rejected him righteously, and then snatched his shorts back.

He did not wear these shorts, but put them in his Miaofa bag.

The cold feeling on the crotch just now may be the stress reaction produced by the White Helmet when he cast the theft spell on himself.

 He glanced at the data column.

 …

“Tip: Your companion White Helmet used the “Void Stealing Technique” on you, and the target of the theft was daily items.

 The White Helmets aim at your belt.

 Void Thief generates errors.

 The White Helmets have obtained one of your underpants (clean and washed

 …

 “Void theft technique?”

 Matthew snorted lowly.

　　White Helmet suddenly showed a look of surprise:

"how do you know?"

“Didn’t the whale say that not many people in the world know this craft?”

 Whale?

Matthew keenly noticed the keyword mentioned by the other party.

 Where are there any whales on land?

Is it possible that this white helmet came from the sea?

etc!

 A flash of inspiration flashed through Matthew's mind.

 “Are you Zangula?! The guy who passed the test of the giant beast Void Whale?”

 He remembered a piece of world news he saw a while ago.

White Helmet's face suddenly became extremely serious.

 His hands were placed on the weapons at his waist:

 “Now, if you don’t tell me your true identity, we may not be able to be kind to you.”

This sentence is equivalent to acknowledging that he is Zangula, the human hero from the north.

  Matthew naturally has no need to continue hiding:

 “Rolling Stone, Matthew.”

Zangula was equally quick to respond:

“Tree-planting mage? Dragon-slayer?”

 There was still some doubt in his eyes:

“Are you mages also willing to be undercover agents?”

“Honestly, I’ve never seen any mage do such dirty work.”

Matthew shrugged:

“Have you ever seen any mage who can plant trees?”

Zangula thought for a while:

 “Not really.”

 While speaking.

 He put back the weapon he drew from his waist.

"However, there are quite a few undercover agents in this Calamity Cult. There seems to be one person besides you and me."

Zangula said casually.

Matthew raised his eyebrows:

 “Mr. Jin?”

Zangula said in astonishment:

“What? Is that Mr. Jin just now too?”

"Well, the person I'm talking about is located at the headquarters of the Calamity Cult, and I only have three acquaintances with him. His name is Biqi, and he is an Elephant Trunk Man. I'm not sure he must be an undercover agent, but his behavior is really inappropriate. Like a normal person, you will definitely notice it if you encounter it."

Matthew secretly wrote down this information.

“It seems that the Calamity Cult is really riddled with holes.”

 Zangula stretched his waist.

 Matthew looked at him:

 “Why are you here?”

 “Where is the troll warrior next to you?”

Zangula whispered:

"You mean Onion? He is lurking outside the Dark Temple, ready to respond to my actions at any time."

"As for me, of course I have only one purpose in joining the Calamity Cult, and that is to stop their evil actions. Although I haven't figured out what their evil actions are yet, these people have been in the Watcher Heights for so long. There must be big moves.”

onion?

Is he the codename of the Troll Warrior?

Matthew asked with great interest:

“What is your relationship with Mr. Onion?”

Zangula blurted out:

 “I am his dog.”

Matthew’s expression was blank.

Soon I heard Zangula explain with a wry smile:

“Well, he and I are very good friends, but before that we made a bet—

The bet is that after the loser, when announcing the relationship between the two parties, he must inform others as soon as possible that one party is the other party's dog.

 Ahem, obviously, I lost this time. "

 Matthew listened to the other party's explanation.

Always feel that there is something that is trying to hide something.

However, Zangula asked in time:

"how about you?"

“Why would a master mage come to a place like this?”

Matthew calmly replied:

“I have some personal grudges with the Scourge Order, and besides, I’m still looking for two friends—

 A man named the Ancient Tiger was a Druid;

 The other one is a drow warrior named Lyra. "

Zangula nodded slightly.

 While the two were talking.

There was a louder banging sound from the box behind.

Matthew couldn’t help but frown and said:

“What we just said was not heard by the things inside, right?”

Zangula shook his head.

His eyes flashed with a golden light:

 “There is nothing in it.”

 “But the “Holy White Deer”. "

 “It is the most powerful natural soul bred by this land.”

　　“It can only be said that Mary Joa’s loyalty test indeed showed her sincerity.”

“Mr. Master, is there any way you can transfer the Holy White Deer without being discovered?”

 …

 (End of this chapter)