Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 3: Luck is Becoming a Father!

Chapter 3: Luck is Becoming a Father!

Chapter 3: Luck is... Becoming a Father!

The terrifying black smoke shot straight into the sky.

Matthew stood in place, watching the distant collapsing walls and the gradually spreading pungent smell, his heart sinking slightly:

"The people of Sweetwater Town are done for!"

"Even if they weren't killed by the breath directly, the corrosive gas spreading out will burn through their lungs..."

"This is the living world, where you never know if surprises or disasters will come first!"

Not thinking about the black dragon that had disappeared into the distance, Matthew closed his eyes, did some mental fortification, then turned to look at the people in a dazed state, and shouted in a low voice:

"Let's go, we need to take a detour. The poison gas is coming soon."

"Leave everything behind. We can come back after the gas disperses..."

"Also, tear off some cloth, make scarves, soak them in water, and cover your mouth and nose. Hurry to the nearest high ground..."

Before the dazed people could react, the old steward Ralph had already slapped Old John on the head and shouted loudly:

"Did you hear that? Hurry and do as the Lord says; it will save your lives!"

As he shouted, Ralph pulled out the dagger from his waist and quickly stabbed it into a cloth bag, pulling out over ten pieces of linen clothing.

Angela, who had rushed over, drew her sword and with a few swift cuts, split them open and threw them into a bucket of water.

Under the threat of death, the panicked crowd, who had surged forward, was forced back by Angela's raised sword, and Ralph sternly scolded:

"Line up! We have time. If anyone tries to push, I'll break their legs!"

Whether it was Ralph's long-standing authority and fairness or Angela's gleaming sword that worked, after the initial chaos, everyone obediently lined up and followed Ralph's instructions to run towards the distant hillside.

Ralph tied the remaining wet cloth around the mules, who were collapsed on the ground, unable to stand, and sighed.

"What a disaster out of nowhere!"

Locking the door behind him, Matthew got off the carriage and, with Angela's pull, quickly ran into the distance.

Matthew felt the frailty of his body, and a hint of helplessness flashed through his mind as he secretly made up his mind:

"This weak body won't do; strengthening and modification must be prioritized!"

After running to the small hillside, everyone panted heavily, turning to look back.

A thin mist blew in with the wind, and wherever it passed, the lush green plants quickly withered.

The area where the caravan had been was also shrouded in grayish-white mist, and the mules left behind soon let out painful whinnies.

Ralph's face was full of distress; these were the Lord's property, and it was his duty to protect them.

If these mules died, and the supply town Sweetwater Town was devastated, the supplies would have to be moved by human power, which would disrupt the planned itinerary.

Spending the night outdoors with the Blood Moon approaching was an extremely dangerous thing!

Matthew was still unaware of everyone's worries; he was now feeling deeply afraid.