I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm

David said calmly,

" Mr. Hibbert's temperament is very outstanding. You can recognize him in a crowd at a glance.

" Remember, melancholy and blurred eyes, confusion written all the time on his fair face. The one who fits this condition and has a unique temperament must be him."

Matthew thought for a moment.

" This description sounds a bit like a bard."

David clapped his hands hard.

"Yes, the one who is most like a bard is him.

"In addition, I also need to remind you that although Mr. Hibbert is a good person, he also has a small problem.

" Sometimes, he will appear to be confused and lost. It's not that he doesn't respect you, but that he was born with a flaw. I hope you don't mind."

Always looking lost?

Could it be the mage that Chen had mentioned before?

Matthew muttered in his heart.

After quickly settling the procedures with David.

Matthew returned to Rolling Stone Town.

He then packed up and took Soldier and Peggy to the Watcher Highland through the teleportation circle in the Cauldron House.

After paying an expensive teleportation fee.

The three of them appeared on a high platform in the air.

The slight discomfort quickly subsided.

The wind in the air made Matthew's spirit rise, and the scene in front of him was even more enlightening.

He saw tall mountains towering on the distant horizon. Clouds wrapped around the waist of the mountain. There, heaven and earth seemed to be connected.

A faint dragon's roar came from the other side of the mountain.

When he arrived on the platform, only a faint majesty was left.

Matthew's Dragon Slaying Domain responded automatically, and he could vaguely tell that it was the singing of a golden dragon.

That was the northern part of the Watcher Highland, the Hellen Mountains and the Cloud Highlands that dominated the central part of the continent.

In that area.

There were scattered tribes of highlanders, trolls, goblins, and other intelligent subspecies.

The Helen Mountains were also the territory of the Metal Dragons.

As far as Matthew knew, there were more than ten Metal Dragons that built nests in this area, and two of them were Legendary Dragons.

He walked out of the teleportation array and looked in another direction.

To the southeast was a lush forest that seemed to have no end. The part of the forest closest to the Watcher's Highland had withered and decayed severely.

It was the former capital of the Wood Elves, the Court of Fallen Leaves. It was now occupied by the Green Dragon Fattina and some strange spider-like intelligent life forms.

To the east of the Court of Fallen Leaves, there was a solemn Black Forest. It was the Eversong Forest, the habitat of the Night Elves.

Further south was the Jade Court, with which human society was most familiar.

In the southwest direction.

A vast plain stretched quietly to the foot of the Watcher Highland.

On the plains, there were three rivers that were almost running side by side.

This was how the most dazzling city on the Rapids Plains, Juliu City, got its name.

The flat terrain extended all the way to the Watcher Highland, forming a violent bulge. The three rivers changed their course, one to the north and two to the south.

This was the Watcher Highland, a land with highly developed forest resources and full of primitive wildness.

Matthew admired the scenery.

Then, he rode the magic carpet towards the human gathering place.

The most prosperous area in the Highland of the Watchers was Cross City. It was the headquarters of the Druid Order and the largest number of mercenaries in the entire south.

At the very beginning.

There were actually only two crossroads that travelled from the south to the north. Merchants set up tents at the crossroads and did small businesses.

The Druids came out from the woods in the west and east. They were trying to repair the damage done to the Court of Fallen Leaves and monitor the remnants of the Scar of the Dead.

Gradually.

The crossroad intersection began to flourish and eventually evolved into the city.

Due to the close trade with the plateau, Cross City's commerce was once highly developed.

However, as the situation changed.

The conservative forces within the Druid Order continued to expand, and the trading atmosphere of Cross City was also affected to a certain extent.

Since then, the place had been raided by cultists such as the Church of Withering and the Church of Calamity.

For a moment.

Everyone in Cross City was panicking.

Many people fled to other places.

Therefore, when Matthew crossed the city wall and arrived at the main street of Cross City, he felt a sense of desolation.

The pedestrians on the road were in a hurry.

The people passing by had a vigilant look in their eyes.

It was only early autumn.

The trees on both sides of the street were already covered in leaves.

No one cared about these leaves at all.

This was obviously not the image of a normal Druid city.

"Why isn't there even a road sign in this place?"

Peggy looked around.

" How do we find the Horn Guild?"

Matthew pouted.

"The Horns Guild was originally called the House of Horns. It was an organization for Druids to take in homeless people.

"However, for some reason, it gradually became a gathering place for adventurers who were trying to head to the Cloud Highlands and the Helen Mountains.

"In name, it was still the official charity organization of Cross City, but in fact, it already had the embryonic form of an underground guild.

"That should be the place with the highest flow of people in Cross City.

"Let's keep going and see where there are more people."

The three of them walked along the main road.

Halfway.

Suddenly, a little girl with a dirty face blocked Matthew's path.

She looked at Matthew innocently with her big, clear eyes.

"Sir, can I have something to eat?

"I haven't eaten anything for two days."

At this moment.

A young man quickly walked past him, trying to take something from Matthew.

But in the next second.

He exclaimed.

A skeleton's claw pressed down on his hand.

Soldier's knife was already on his neck.

At that moment.

The girl's face turned pale.

The young man pleaded,

"I'm sorry, sir. I, I'm really hungry."

Matthew glanced at the young man and motioned for Soldier to let go.

Then, he asked the girl,

"Are you guys really hungry?"

The girl was so scared that she couldn't speak. After a while, she stroked her shrivelled belly and said,

"I, I, am very hungry, really very hungry…"

Matthew didn't say much.

He took out a lot of bread and some water from his luggage and handed them to the girl and the teenager, respectively.

Then, he waved at them.

"Go."

The young man ran away with the bread in his arms.

The girl was stunned.

She said to Matthew,

"Thank you!"

As she spoke, she followed the young man into an alley and disappeared.

"Should I go and take a look?"

Peggy said worriedly.

"Sure."

This little episode did not affect Matthew's progress.

He watched Peggy leave and continued to move forward with Soldier.

Very quickly.

In front of them was a tall and ancient mud building. The plaque of the Horns Guild hung on the door.

However, what puzzled Matthew was…

There weren't many people in the hall of the Horn Guild. The crowd nearby seemed to have squeezed into a small square at the side.

He followed Soldier over.

Along the way, he could hear many people discussing.

"What are they watching?"

Matthew approached with curiosity.

In the next second.

There was a loud bang.

A bunch of magic fireworks shot into the sky from where the crowd had surrounded them.

Bright fireworks exploded rapidly, leaving a bright emblem in the sky.

Immediately after.

Three lines of magic text that stunned Matthew hovered in the air above the square for a long time.

..

" Welcome, Archmage Matthew of Rolling Stone Town, to the Watcher Highland.

"I am Hibbert.

"I'll wait for you here."

..

The three lines of text floated in the sky for a long time.

Matthew blushed as he listened to the people around him discussing who Matthew was.

There was a moment.

He even wanted to leave.

But in the end, he squeezed through the crowd and looked inside curiously.

In the middle of the crowd stood a well-proportioned man with sunken eyes.

His eyes were very clear, but there was always a sense of loss in them.

Facing everyone's puzzled gazes.

He did not seem to feel anything out of the ordinary. He just created a magic firework every ten seconds.

The words on it remained the same.

Every time he set off fireworks.

Matthew felt like he was being whipped.

So he finally mustered his courage and walked forward.

"Hello, Mr. Hibbert.

"I'm here."

Hibbert replied absentmindedly,

"Oh, sorry, but I'm not selling fireworks."

Matthew was slightly stunned. He raised his voice slightly.

"I'm not here to buy fireworks.

"I'm Matthew."

Unexpectedly, Hibbert asked him with a blank expression,

"Who is Matthew?"

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