Chapter 168: This Is My Way of Negotiating!
Rolling Stone Town, liege’s manor, study room.
Wearing a sleeping robe, Rheagar yawned as he pushed open the door from the corridor and entered. As expected, an unbelievably handsome guy was already neatly dressed and sitting at his desk, waiting for him.
"Wait, I’ll get Madam Wesley to make me a pot of coffee.”
As he spoke, Rheagar poked his head out from the side door of the study and called out the maid’s name.
When he took the coffee from the servant and walked slowly to the table, Zeller had already placed a letter in front of him.
"Matthew’s letter.” Zeller said.
Who?”
Rheagar held his coffee and blew gently, his face full of confusion.
” Matthew, your magic consultant.” Zeller reminded.
Rheagar looked extremely surprised, but his expression was too exaggerated.
"Wait. I have a magic consultant?!”
"The guy who applied for a month of paid leave on his first day at work?” Zeller smiled.
“I helped him with his application.”
Rheagar sat down on the soft chair and took a sip of the hot coffee. At the same time, he said in a muffled voice, “I knew you were involved!
"What did the letter say?”
He took another big gulp of coffee.
“He might have to continue taking leave…” Zeller hadn’t finished his sentence.
Rheagar spat the coffee out!
The coffee spilt on half of the desk.
"Sure, but he won’t be getting any salary!” Rheagar said indignantly,
“A while ago, Du Lin and the others asked me if I needed them to recommend a magic consultant. I said that my residence already had one and declined their kindness. Recently, I have a few magic questions that I can’t find anyone to ask! ”
Zeller handed over a clean white handkerchief.
“Perhaps you can write to him.”
"There’s no need. Write back and tell him to play as long as he wants outside. It’s best if he never returns to Rolling Stone Town!”
Rheagar complained as he wiped the table.
His eyes were filled with resentment.
Seeing this, Zeller coughed lightly and added,
“Matthew also mentioned in his letter that he was in a bit of trouble.”
Rheagar revealed an expression of ‘I knew it’.
"I knew that necromancers are troublemakers wherever they go!”
Zeller retorted, “But he’s been planting trees in Rolling Stone for three years
And has never caused any trouble.”
Rheagar snorted. Seeing that he couldn’t win against Zeller, he shouted outside,
“Madam Wesley? Madam Wesley! Get me another cup of coffee!”
His voice was very loud, but there was still no response from the corridor.
"Damn it, Madam Wesley’s hearing is getting worse. I’ll have to fire her sooner or later!”
Rheagar cursed and increased his volume.
After a while, a sturdy old woman walked over from the corridor. She carried a coffee pot and poured another cup for Rheagar.
"Madam Wesley!” Rheagar said loudly in her ear,
” Wipe the table, then ask Mason to wake Sif up. If Sif isn’t in her room, ask Mason to find that damn Tauren skeleton. Tell her to bring Sif back to the liege’s residence before noon, understand?” Madam Wesley nodded slowly.
After packing up.
As she carried the things out, she suddenly said to the Lord,
"Rheagar, lower your voice next time. My ears can hear you very clearly!”
Rheagar turned around and sneered at Zeller.
"The Deaf always think their hearing is very good!”
With that, he raised his voice and said to Madam Wesley,
“Madam Wesley, since you always organize the maids to play cards during lunch break, I’ve decided to lower your salary!”
The old woman quickly revealed a blank expression.
"What are you talking about, Rheagar? I can’t hear you clearly. Speak louder!” Rheagar shrugged and suddenly whispered,
"I saw your husband and your son walk into a brothel on Waterpipe Street with their arms around each other’s shoulders yesterday.”
The old woman immediately rolled her eyes at him.
"You’re already in your forties. Don’t joke around like a child. My husband died more than three years ago, and you were the one who presided over his funeral!”
After saying that, she took her things and left without looking back.
"See, I knew she was pretending to be deaf! She just wants to be lazy and not work!”
Rheagar cursed hatefully,
"I’ll fire her next week.”
Zeller laughed.
"You’ve been saying that for two years. Everyone knows you can’t fire Mrs.
Wesley. She watched you grow up.” Rheagar blew on his coffee expressionlessly.
"I’m serious this time!
"Speaking of which, what about this letter?”
” Matthew is in trouble,” Zeller reminded.” I think we need to help him.” ‘Why?” Rheagar asked.
‘ He’s very smart and excellent,” Zeller said.” The only thing is that he’s too young. That’s why we can help him.
"Don’t forget, he’s someone that Ronan has chosen.”
Rheagar was silent for a moment, then nodded and said,
“Well, tell me, what kind of trouble did he run into? I’ll provide help depending on the situation.”
After saying that, he took another big gulp of coffee.
Zeller suddenly stopped talking. After Rheagar swallowed all the coffee, he asked curiously,
"Why didn’t you say anything?”
"I’m waiting for you to finish drinking. I’m afraid you’ll spray it all over again.” Zeller joked. “Because the problem Matthew encountered was Blinken of the
Dragon Lich Sect..”
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