A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Matthew shook his head.

“Everyone has their own obsession. This is very normal.”

Samantha bit her lip and said nothing more.

The two of them chatted for a while.

Samantha and Ella began to repair a shrine on the thirteenth floor of the hive.

The statue of the Goddess of Moonlight had long disappeared. Fortunately, they were prepared

Whoosh!

A white light wave rippled out from the statue.

Matthew could clearly feel that it was the divine power of the Goddess of Moonlight!

‘Assia’s condition seems to have improved a lot…’

He thought to himself.

“Alright, after the altar is repaired, as Moonwalkers, we can directly teleport here, saving us the trouble of walking.”

Samantha combed her hair.

“I plan to continue clearing the hive in a week or two. During this period, I need to make a lot of preparations. I’ll call Clegg when the time comes.”

Matthew nodded and said, “Just get Ella to inform me.”

He felt a sense of danger.

Clegg was obviously a powerful orc, but it was still unknown what her relationship with Samantha was.

If Clegg also joined the Moonlight Forest, then Matthew’s importance to Assia might be reduced.

Before the Goddess of Moonlight could ” fall in love with someone else,” Matthew had to show his value.

Then, the next time he cleared the hive, it would be the best time to show off.

The next day.

Matthew led the female goat to work as usual.

But today, as soon as he entered the door, he bumped into Zeller, who he hadn’t seen for a long time.

“Good morning, Matthew.”

Zeller tidied up the documents on the table as he greeted Matthew, “How’s the work at the office? Can you adapt?”

Matthew smiled and replied,

“Everything here is good. It’s just like my dream job.”

Zeller smiled and looked at his female goat. Matthew immediately explained, ” I’m learning Malicious Shapeshifting.” A hint of envy flashed in Zeller’s eyes.

“So your malicious form chose the goat, right? Not a bad choice. Unlike us Warlocks, our forms are chosen for us. I hate frogs the most, but many of my abilities are related to frogs.”

Matthew shrugged.

“But sometimes, I want to be like a warlock. I heard that a lucky warlock can master a new spell even when he eats, sleeps, and drinks water.”

Zeller explained with a smile in his eyes,

“Warlocks usually go through the stage that you mentioned, but most of them go through puberty when their abilities improve rapidly. But before that, you have no idea how much pressure and stimulation we have to endure.”

As he spoke.

He looked at the female goat with some doubt.

“I keep feeling that she’s not in a good state.”

Matthew said in embarrassment, “I gave her a little shock last night. I don’t know if she can make it through.’

He had returned from the cemetery yesterday.

Although the female goat was not scared to death, her mental state was extremely dispirited.

Matthew sensed it and found that her pulse was very weak. Then, he used his Spirit Vision to check again and confirmed that the goat’s soul was also dull.

Although he could get along well with the undead, most ordinary living creatures were still very afraid of the undead.

Just the appearance of a zombie horde was enough to scare an ordinary person into fainting.

He had to further strengthen the management of the cemetery and the oak forest.

More warning signs were already on the way.

As for this female goat…

Matthew wasn’t sure how long she could hold on, but he hoped that she could hold on until the day he completely understood Malicious Shapeshifting.

The two of them were talking.

Rheagar appeared in his pyjamas with a cup of coffee.

Has the problem of Riverside Village been solved?” Rheagar asked Zeller.

The latter nodded.

“The villagers have calmed down. I promised them that similar things would not happen in the future.”

Rheagar greeted Matthew and gestured for him to come over and listen. Then, he continued to ask,

“So, what exactly happened that caused us to almost fail to collect taxes for the second half of last year?”

Zeller said,

“The tax officer we sent to Riverside Village was Little Patton. As soon as he arrived, he slept with all the women in the village chief’s house.”

Rheagar subconsciously responded,

“So, is the village chief angry?

Zeller waved his hand.

“The village chief was the one who suggested it, and his women volunteered.”

Rheagar asked doubtfully,

“Then why did the villagers of Riverside Village resist paying taxes and beat up Little Parton?”

A strange expression appeared on Zeller’s face.

“This is the strange thing about this matter. After Little Patton and the women of the village chief’s family had a one-night stand, the next day, he suddenly found that he had contracted a sexually transmittechief to read disease. His entire crotch was covered with scabies. At that time, he was so angry that he went straight to the village son with him..”