Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 5: Run!

Chapter 5: Run!

"Lord, these mules are still alive—this is great news."

"The food and clothing are also undamaged, but the axle we just repaired seems to have broken again. I'll have Old John fix it right away..."

After inspecting the supplies they had left behind, Steward Ralph finally relaxed, a barely concealed smile on his lips.

Angela also let out a sigh of relief, occasionally casting curious glances at the little creature sleeping soundly in Matthew's arms.

"Much cuter than the Earl's most cherished summoned creature, the Wind Serpent King!"

"Ahem, forgive my disrespect."

Standing before the body, Matthew noticed at least three or four valuable magical items.

Whether kept for himself or sold through the right channels, they could significantly speed up the development of his territory.

However, Matthew didn't dare to touch them!

The hidden dangers of Luck +4 made Matthew too cautious to gamble!

So, he ignored the corpse and, to prevent others from getting any ideas, sternly instructed the still-shaken Angela:

"His death has nothing to do with us. No one is allowed to take anything from his body—let's not invite unnecessary trouble."

With the example of Luck 4 before him, Matthew was on high alert for the impending Misfortune 4. All he wanted was to safely reach his territory.

Angela nodded, still shaken, and warily scanned the members of the convoy.

She clearly remembered how some people's gazes turned odd when the Lord was forming a pact with the dragon whelp.

"I will become the Lord's sharpest sword and strongest shield, defending him from all dangers and malice, and annihilating all his enemies!"

This was Angela's vow and her unwavering belief!

Because everything she had was given to her by the Lord!

Matthew was naturally unaware of Angela's thoughts, and even if he knew, he had no time to discuss them with her.

He was now looking solemnly into the distance, at the billowing smoke and the ruins of Sweetwater Town, now a living hell, and said resolutely:

"Abandon the supplies; take only the mules. We must leave quickly—the black dragon could return at any moment!"

Steward Ralph nodded without hesitation and immediately began giving orders:

"Abandon the cargo in cart 3. Old John, replace the mules, let them rest for an hour, and then replace the weakest mule."

"Numbers 1 and 10, take up your weapons and shields, lead the way at the front of the convoy. The rest of the group from cart 3, take their positions..."

Watching the old steward expertly manage the situation, Matthew gently patted the little creature, nodding in approval.

He returned to the carriage, noticing that the little one hadn't caused any discomfort to the mules, immediately realizing it was the Time Dragon's doing.

"I hope the dragon is okay. If this Time Dragon really has the time, it would be the best support and ally I could ask for..."

Thinking this, Matthew looked at the increasingly distant Sweetwater Town, imagining the tens of thousands who had died without resistance or struggle.