Chapter 399
Chapter 399: Gossip and Crazy Frogman
Translator: Lonelytree
What Margaret said was all the essence!
And Soriaâs 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 âAh ~~~â. The zombies were so shocked that they stopped gnawing on the tombstones.
The next morning.
Matthew, who was well-prepared, walked into the liegeâs residence with a lozenge in his mouth.
He bumped into Rheagar, who was pouring coffee in his pyjamas.
âI can set off now.â
Matthew reminded him tactfully.
Rheagar let out an âohâ and revealed an embarrassed expression.
âI almost forgot about this.
âHave you had breakfast? How about having breakfast together? Iâll go pack my things after breakfast. â
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, âAlright.â
Rheagar led Matthew to the side hall of the liegeâs 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.
Iâll go pack my equipment. Wait for me.â
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.
âWhereâs Rheagar?â
Before Zeller could speak, Rheagarâs voice came from the room behind him.â
âMadam Wesley!
âWhereâs my sword oil?
âYou didnât take it? Who else would enter my storeroom but you? How many times have I told you not to enter my storeroom?
âYouâre just cleaning?! Why did my sword oil disappear when I was cleaning?
âOh, oh, oh, right, right, I remembered wrongly. The box of sword oil last time was sold to Matthew in the South. Iâm sorry, I remembered wrongly.
âBut your attitude is not good either!
âAlthough I remembered wrongly, donât you have any mistakes?
Matthew rubbed his temples.â
âHas he always been like this?
Zeller smiled. âOf course not. Itâs just that after getting old, he has become a little sluggish.
â You have to understand him, Matthew.
âSometimes, you have to give him a push.â
Matthew followed the sound and found that Rheagar was trying on all kinds of armour in an open storeroom.
On the ground, there were a lot of big and small bags.
Nocturnal clothing, daytime clothing, a large pile of bottles and jars, tent modules, adventure modules, thief toolbox, goose feather pillows, seven to eight hammocks, a barbecue rack, a set of dishesâŠ
Matthew said in surprise,
âAre you movmgs?
Rheagar changed into a set of half-body armour and replied seriously, âYou must be well-prepared when you go out. You canât leave anything behind.
âDoes this suit me?â
Matthew looked at his bulging belly.
âItâs alright.
But we might not need heavy armour where weâre going.â Rheagar shook his head and said,
âYou never know what kind of accident you will encounter outside.
âIâll take this one. Iâll wear it first. Anyway, my storage ring has enough space.
Hehehe. â
As he spoke, he proudly put away his things.
When he passed by Matthew.
He even gently patted Matthewâs bag at his waist.
âYou donât have to be too envious of me. For a young man like you, itâs already very impressive to be able to use a storage item of 1 cubic meter.â Upon hearing this.
The slight impatience in Matthewâs heart instantly disappeared.
Very quickly.
A slightly guilty smile appeared on his face.
âAlright.
âTake your time to pack up. Iâll wait for you outside.â Another half an hour passed.
When Rheagar arrived at the office hall fully armed.
Madam Wesley had already walked over to remind him,
âGentlemen, lunch is ready. Are you sure you donât want to eat before you leave?â
Rheagar did not say anything. He just smiled and looked at Matthew.
âYou decide.â
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, todayâs lunch was exceptionally sumptuous.
It was already one oâclock 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.
âDo you want to take a nap?â
Rheagar tentatively suggested, â An appropriate nap will help to increase combat effectiveness.â
What else could Matthew say?
At two oâclock.
The two of them woke up one after another.
âMadam Wesley! Give me two cups of coffee!
âBy the way, whereâs todayâs newspaper? Hasnât the porter sent it over yet?
âDamn it, he must be slacking off. Iâll fire him next week!â
Rheagar shouted.
Another half an hour passed.
The two of them, who were gradually invigorated, looked at each other.
Matthew asked,
âThere are still at least three hours before dinner. Is there anything that hasnât been completed?â
Rheagar slammed the table.
â What are you saying?!
âWeâll set off now! â
As he spoke, he walked out of the hall in an imposing manner and headed straight for the entrance of the lordâs 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,
âOh no, I forgot to get the horses ready.
âMy horseâŠâ
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..