All the Necromancer Wants is to Plant Trees

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Unable to resist Loran's enthusiastic invitation, Matthew accompanied him to the suburban market of Zewater City.

The place was densely populated, with not only sewage flowing on the ground, but also randomly discarded vegetable leaves, human or horse feces, and thick reed stems.

This further worsened Matthew's already poor impression of Zewater City.

In his memory, even when Rolling Stone Town was crowded, the sanitation would never be this bad, perhaps this was related to the sewer project promoted by Raga in his early years.

At a stall selling straw sandals.

Loran was conversing with an old woman with white hair.

He was charming and witty, making the other party giggle in no time.

Moments later.

Loran successfully bought eight pairs of straw sandals from the old woman at a price 30% lower than the market price.

This surprised Matthew.

"You can haggle?" He couldn't help but ask.

Loran shrugged:

"I just heard her selling to locals for 3 silver coins a pair, which is a bit higher than the price she gave me!"

"And why can't I haggle?"

"I'm just super rich, not super stupid."

This detail once again overturned Matthew's impression of the poet in front of him.

In the following purchases, Matthew hardly spoke, watching Loran's performance all the way.

In less than an hour.

Loran had purchased all the items on the list, and each item was 50% to 30% cheaper than the initial price given by the merchants.

This result was not solely due to Loran's excellent "bargaining" ability.

More importantly, he was very good at selecting suitable trading partners.

Matthew found that almost all of Loran's items were bought from female stall owners, this target selection method allowed Loran's charm to be maximized.

However, there were a few times when he and the female stall owners were chatting enthusiastically, and both sides seemed to want to get it on right there and then, which made Matthew blush.

This guy was like a walking hormone, getting horny wherever he went!

And Loran was not at all shy, from old women in their seventies to shy young girls, he seemed to be able to flirt without hesitation.

No wonder he caused such a drama in the City of Flowers before.

"Loran might be more like a real warlock than Zeller."

Matthew gave such an evaluation in his heart.

Fortunately, Loran still had some sanity, and the flirtation between him and the female stall owners, which was full of romantic sparks, ended with regretful looks from the women.

In the afternoon.

The two found an open space outside the market to check the items on the list——

Jango native woven straw sandals, the soles of these shoes are very soft, and almost no traces will be left when walking in the rainforest. Old Jitou requested two pairs per person to wear alternately, but Loran bought eight pairs in one go, half for him and half for Matthew;

Eight cans of insect repellent powder;

Two snake-driving sticks;

Several bottles of holy water;

Three specially made short knives, the roads deep in the rainforest are often covered by lush shrubs, and these short knives are needed to clear the way;

Several scissors, mirrors, combs——Old Jitou specifically mentioned that these items are used to deal with the natives deep in the rainforest, they can be used to exchange for good things, or to brush up the favorability of the native tribes, in case of being captured by mistake, they might even save a life.

So Loran bought two whole snake skin bags.

There were also travel essentials such as dry food, water bags, tents, flint, magnesium bars, and other items.

After a round of checking, the two confirmed that everything was correct, and then divided them up.

Matthew paid Loran according to the price, he didn't refuse, and happily accepted it. During this process, Matthew also found out that Loran was really rich.

The super version of the Mysterious Spell Satchel around his waist was already considered extremely luxurious among low and middle-level spellcasters.

But the space ring on his middle finger was undoubtedly the king that crushed all other storage items!

Matthew estimated that it could store at least a warehouse's worth of items.

Its value was over 4000 gold coins, only more, not less, the specific amount could not be estimated, because this number had already exceeded the vision of Matthew, a poor mage who had been living in a remote small town for a long time.

"Being rich is really nice!"

Just as Matthew was sighing in his heart, a commotion suddenly came from the market behind him.

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The two turned around to look.

They saw a group of pale-faced people, draped in reeds, walking crookedly.

The stall owners on both sides dodged in a hurry.

Even if someone in the group reached out to take something from the stall, the stall owners didn't dare to say a word.

Very quickly.

The sick parade walked out of the market and headed towards where Matthew and Loran were.

"We need to hide."

Loran pulled Matthew's hand and dived into the alley.

It was only after the majority of the sick people had passed that Loran poked his head out of the alley:

"Do you know why they're out on the streets even though they're sick?"

Matthew shook his head, but he guessed that this probably had something to do with the "Plague King". These people were clearly at death's door, but they were still wandering around the streets, as if they were afraid that no one would inherit their diseases. Who else could benefit from this action other than the master controlling this plague?

"Quick, their route has changed, let's follow them and see!"

Loran suddenly got excited.

Without any noticeable movement, two white lights emerged from his left ring finger, landing on the two of them.

It was then that Matthew realized that Loran's ring finger was not as empty as it appeared, there was actually an invisible magic ring there!

"Invisibility enchantment? Could it be that he actually has magic rings on all his fingers?"

Matthew was once again amazed at the extravagance of the rich.

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"Prompt: Loran has used 'Disease Protection' on you, lasting 4 hours, based on the elements you have mastered in the 'Plague' domain, the duration is extended to 12 hours"

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Over there, Loran had already run over excitedly.

Matthew hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

Fortunately, the group didn't go too far, they came to the back of a building similar to a theater, where a robed man wearing a red mask was quietly waiting.The leader of the group had a brief conversation with the red-faced man, took a handful of silver coins from him, and shared them with the others. The sick people then dispersed and left.

"If you don't know how to sneak and hide, it's best not to play the tracking game like others."

The red-faced man said, looking at the alley diagonally across:

"Besides, I can smell your stench from a distance... Huh? There's also a Necromancer?"

Upon hearing this, Lorand boldly revealed himself.

Matthew was about five steps behind him, his eyes alert.

"Are you the one who paid them to go out on the streets?"

Lorand questioned the red-faced man:

"Don't you know that almost got me infected with the fever?"

The red-faced man calmly replied:

"I'm just helping them. They're too poor to afford holy water. Instead of waiting to die, they might as well accept my help."

Lorand appeared domineering:

"Huh? You're spouting nonsense in front of a poet? Do you believe I can refute you until you're dizzy and crying?"

"Take off your mask, let me see your face. I guess you're one of those who sell holy water in the temples, huh? Spreading the plague to sell more holy water, right?"

The red-faced man still coldly said:

"I advise you to keep a low profile, outsiders. Zeshui City is not a place where anyone can run wild."

"If you dare to offend the authority of the Plague King, the consequences will be very miserable, I assure you, death cannot describe that kind of pain."

"Especially you, wandering poet, maybe you can live longer if you put away that stench on you. Learn from the Necromancer behind you. Look, he's been very quiet, which shows that he knows the times."

Lorand dissatisfiedly said:

"My friend just doesn't like to talk. Maybe he wants to beat you up more than I do!"

However, the red-faced man seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation.

He ignored Lorand and Matthew, turned around and left:

"Remember my warning, leave Zeshui City as soon as possible, the further you roll, the better. This place is not suitable for you!"

"Damn it!"

Lorand clenched his fists, he stared at the figure of the red-faced man for a while, and finally his hands gradually loosened.

At this time, Matthew looked at him strangely:

"Weren't you planning to beat him up?"

Lorand helplessly said: "I was just bluffing, who knows how many people he has behind him."

Then he looked at Matthew, his eyes also a bit dissatisfied:

"Why didn't you back me up just now?!"

Matthew shrugged: "I thought you were going to fight him to the death."

Lorand glared at him: "How could I be so reckless? After all, they didn't really infect me."

Just then.

There was a noise from the direction where the red-faced man disappeared.

Lorand looked over at the sound.

As a result, he saw a skeleton with a twisted hip carrying a bloody skull walking towards him.

"You...you!"

"You killed him?!"

Lorand looked at Matthew in surprise.

Matthew calmly said:

"Yes, because he really infected me."

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「Prompt: You killed a Plague Messenger (LV9), Plague Domain "Element: Infection" +1」

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"What Plague King, clearly just a lackey!"

Matthew glanced at Sodie's kill record, and slightly lowered his evaluation of the Plague King.

In fact, as early as he confirmed that the Plague King actually needed to spend money to hire sick people to spread the plague on the streets, he had already inferred that this guy's level and domain would not be too high.

After all, whether it's a standout in the plague domain or a high-level caster, they wouldn't still be using such a low-level method of infection.

So while Lorand and the red-faced man were bickering, Matthew had already emotionlessly sent Sodie to lurk.

And the prompt after killing the Plague Messenger also proved this point.

If it were a Warlock, the people behind him would definitely know right away, and Matthew couldn't avoid pulling a wave of hatred.

But now, the hate list has not been updated, which proves that the "Plague King" doesn't even know that his lackey is dead.

It's clear that he's a sham.

"What really needs to be noted is, with so many major forces in Zeshui City, why would they allow such a weak Plague King to run rampant?"

"Could it be similar to what Lorand speculated, that the Plague King is a puppet put out by the major temples to sell holy water?"

Coming back to his senses.

Matthew found Lorand staring at him intently.

"What's wrong?"

He asked.

"Nothing." Lorand shook his head, his eyes subtle: "So, you're a Necromancer, huh?"

Matthew nodded:

"Yes, do you have a problem with Necromancers?"

Lorand blinked:

"What I mean is, do you have any fellow sisters you can introduce me to? I've never dated a Necromancer before!"

Matthew was speechless.

Under Lorand's expectant gaze, he reluctantly replied: "I do know a Necromancer who is now a sister."

Lorand's eyes lit up, then he looked doubtful: "Now is?"

Matthew gave him a "you know" look and stopped the topic there.

He had Sodie clean up the scene and prepared to leave.

At this time, Lorand took the initiative to say:

"You killed someone in Zeshui City, it will cause some commotion. Staying another day will be troublesome, why don't we go find Old Gith now, ask him to leave the city overnight, it will be much safer once we enter the jungle."

Matthew also had this intention, so the two of them quickly walked towards the direction of the inn. After finding Old Gith, the two did not explicitly state the situation, only that they wanted to leave the city.

Old Gith was also very decisive, seeing that the two employers were determined, he agreed.

The three of them left Zeshui City at dusk, their figures gradually disappearing into the dense rainforest to the south.

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Zeshui City.

Late at night.

In a certain theater, on the stage, the black velvet curtain slowly fell, and an angry voice came from behind the curtain:

"Judith is dead, who killed him?!"

More than twenty figures wearing red masks under the stage remained silent.

"No one can offend the Plague King in Zeshui City and leave safely!"

The angry voice expressed in a dramatic emphasis, almost screaming:

"Mirror, mirror, show me the last living person Judith saw before she died!"

Suddenly, the stage floor split open, and a smooth, enormous mirror slowly rose.

The mirror shimmered with light, and a figure suddenly emerged.

Everyone in the audience instinctively craned their necks.

At that moment.

They all saw a man with brown hair, his shirt open, looking wild and unrestrained!

"This aura, he must be a poet."

Someone whispered.

"Find him! Kill him!"

A voice came from behind the curtain:

"No matter where he has gone, the Nightcrawler Hounds will assist you!"

As he spoke, more than a dozen canine figures ran out from behind the stage.

The masked men each took a hound upon hearing this.

They quickly left the theater.

Finally.

A bell rang.

A figure walked out from behind the curtain.

His face was covered in makeup, his eyes filled with anger, and the red on the tip of his nose was striking.

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Meanwhile.

The duo who had hastily changed their plans were already on the outskirts of the rainforest, led by Old Gitch.

The jungle under the night sky seemed restless and cold.

From deep within the forest, the roars of unknown creatures could be faintly heard.

Shadows occasionally swept through the branches, causing ripples of disturbance.

"We'll spend the night at a rest stop outside the forest. Tomorrow morning, I'll take you to a relatively friendly Jango tribe to borrow a canoe. Then we'll follow the current down the Rodin River. If all goes well, this could save us a third of the journey."

Old Gitch warned seriously:

"Remember, once we're on the road, you listen to me, understand?"

The two nodded and followed closely behind Old Gitch.

Just then.

Matthew suddenly sensed a will that was somewhat violent, yet somewhat shy!

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"Prompt: Due to your strong affinity with nature, you have established a faint connection with the Spirit of the Rainforest!

The Oak Domain is in effect.

You can use the Oak Domain as a medium to further communicate with the Spirit of the Rainforest. After the communication is complete, you will gain the following additional privileges——

1. Initial approval from the Spirit of the Rainforest;

2. Access permission to the Black Fig Dream;

3. A temporary natural ability (effective only in the rainforest);

Do you wish to continue communicating with the "Spirit of the Rainforest"?"

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(End of Chapter)