Chapter 419 - 419: Our Rolling Stone Town!
Translator: Lonelytree
âAfter my death.
âThe people who came to mourn would sincerely cry at the funeral.
âThey would write something like this on my epitaph-
âThe one who lays here was the second lord of Rolling Stone Town, Rheagar.
âHe was incompetent, weak, childish, and laughable.
âBut he was a good lord. âAnd that was enough.â
Matthew nodded.
He could understand the decision that Rheagar made in the end.
âDo you think my idea is unrealistic?â
Rheagar turned to him and asked,
Give up on opening the Gate of Purgatory. When I told the others about this decision, they all had reservations.
âZeller, Asma, Brynn, RichardâŠEven Li Weiqi advised me that if I didnât open this door, someone else might open another door. This world will still suffer, and I might regret it one day.
âI know what they said is right.
But I donât want to hurt anyone else anymore. I want to use our own strength to protect Rolling Stone Town, not the demons.â
Rheagar watched him silently.
A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.
Matthew knew what he was longing for.
Hence, he said,
âI donât think their way of thinking is wrong either, but I think your approach is correct.
Everyone has the possibility of regret. If a decision is made because of the possibility of regret in the future, many decisions will lose their original meaning.
If I were in your position, I might not be willing to open that door. In short, I support you. â
Rheagar was moved.
But soon, he smiled and asked,
âSo you should give me some information, right? How is your relationship with the Seven Saint Alliance?â
Matthew muttered,
âIâm just a newcomer to the Alliance. The reason why Edmond was there that day was to give my teacher face.
âNow, many people in the Alliance think that I have a bright future ahead of me. I was an Al when I joined the alliance, and it looked like I would be in the limelight for a while.
âBut only I know.
âAll of this was like a castle in the air, flashy and lacking foundation.
âAs long as there was a slight change, they would shatter like bubbles.
âIf the war really starts, I can guarantee that I will do my best.
âAs for the mages in the Alliance, thereâs a high chance that they wonât participate, and I wonât expect more from them.â
Matthew telling the truth
He had never felt that his relationship with the Alliance was good.
Was Isabelleâs student very popular?
Ronan had thought the same before he was thrown into the astral plane.
From the beginning to the end, Matthew did not forget her moodiness and mental torture.
He knew very well that everything he had was arranged by Isabelle on a whim.
His identity wasnât a death-exemption card.
Isabelle had students all over the Alliance.
Blinken was an example.
When the hidden big shot of the Alliance tried to kill Blinken, did Isabelle intervene?
The answer was obviously no.
She didnât care about her studentsâ lives at all.
Or ratherâŠ
In the eyes of a mage of her level.
Only those who survived and grew into legends were qualified to be her students.
Matthew understood his situation. He knew that the only thing he could do was to make use of Isabelleâs influence to strengthen himself before she lost interest in him.
During this period, he had to stick to his heart and tread on thin ice.
He told all these to Rheagar.
After hearing this, Rheagar nodded solemnly.
âI understand. You donât have to look so stressed. Rolling Stone Town didnât rely on the strength of one or two people to survive until now.
âYou, me, Zeller, Li Weiqi, Richard, Blake, Old Fallon, your undead, and that little Druid brotherâŠThere are also many other people.
âWe are not fighting alone. We have many partners. âAs long as we are here, Rolling Stone Town will be here.
âBecause this is our Rolling Stone Town.
âI believe you think so too.â
As he spoke.
He stretched out his right hand generously and laughed straightforwardly,
â Well then, itâs nice to officially meet you, the necromancer who likes to plant trees.â
Matthew smacked him hard.
âNice to meet you, the peace-loving Purgatory Prince.â
After saying that.
The two of them turned towards the distance.
The noon sun shone through the ruins above the clouds. The nearby clouds reflected rings of colourful halos.
âSo beautiful.â
Rheagar sighed.
Matthew quietly admired the beautiful scenery and did not speak.
A moment later. Rheagar suddenly asked,
âHow should we go back?â
Matthewâs voice suddenly changed. âRheagar, do you want to play something exciting?â
Rheagarâs expression changed.
â Matthew!â
From below the platform came the howl of Rheagar.
His body fell rapidly.
The sound of the wind whistled in his ears.
However, in the next second.
A powerful force grabbed his body tightly.
The Winged Dragon Wind God controlled the air current and flew a distance with Rheagar, whose hair was all over his face.
Immediately after.
He suddenly threw the frightened Rheagar onto his back. After that, he quickly headed toward Rolling Stone Town.
Not long after.
The Winged Dragon lowered its altitude.
The wasteland and the forest became clear.
The buildings with red walls and black tiles in the distance also came into view.
In order to avoid causing a disturbance.
Matthew quickly landed on the northern wasteland.
He put Rheagar down and asked,
âHow do you feel?â
Rheagar covered his mouth and held it in for a long time before he could only say,
âDamn necromancers!â
Two days later.
In the cemetery.
Matthew carefully dragged a corpse out of the mud tank.
After carefully checking the soaking condition of the corpse.
He took out the Dark Divine Oil.
He began the second step of creating the Dark Knight.
Greasing.