A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 556: Finger of Death and the Mother of Slaves

Chapter 556: Finger of Death and the Mother of Slaves

Translator: Lonelytree

The Finger of Death, on the other hand, enabled him to poke someone with his finger.

Putting aside the fact that close combat was dangerous.

The accuracy was actually much better.

Moreover, this spell was linked to Astrid’s Claw and Mage’s Hand.

This undoubtedly greatly increased his usage.

At the very least, it could be used as a self-defence spell.

‘ Finger of Death’s spell incantation seems to be very suitable for Soria’s incantation. With my various buffs, I even have a chance to cast it for less than 1.5 seconds. With Steel Body or Undead Body, there’s still a high chance of killing my opponent in a desperate situation.”

Matthew carefully browsed through the incantations in his mind.

Apart from the Finger of Death.

The Necromancy Domain also gave Matthew a brand new permanent status.

[Enhanced Meditation: When you use meditation to train your mind and communicate with negative energy planes, you will receive 200% meditation effect and 300% Soul Crystal production efficiency.] This state was pretty good.

Recently, Matthew’s Soul Crystals were barely enough.

If it wasn’t for Phily’s previous filial piety, he might not have been able to pay his salary long ago.

Now, the production efficiency of Soul Crystals had increased.

Only then would he have the confidence to recruit more Undead underlings!

Then, Matthew greeted Zeller and told him everything that happened in

Escana.

The two of them discussed for a while.

Matthew began to prepare the giant tree amber.

He just had to wait for Little Patton to come back.

He planned to seal all the space-time rifts first and think about it later.

That evening.

Matthew came to the mushroom house.

The mushrooms that had been growing here were thriving. Perhaps it had something to do with the border between the two ritual arenas.

Under the mushroom house was the wine cellar.

Previously, Matthew had used his wine-making ability to make several barrels of wine. Theoretically, he could have done it in six hours. He had deliberately left it for a while longer and only opened it now.

Half of this batch of wine was fermented with apples as the raw material.

The other half was wheat.

These two items were the most common fruits and food in Rolling Stone Town.

Matthew pried open a wine barrel, and a fruity fragrance wafted out.

He filtered out some of the residue and poured himself a glass of cider.

The tip of his tongue touched the wine, and the long taste that turned from sweet to sour and sweet stimulated his taste buds.

After testing.

In addition to the characteristics of ordinary alcohol, these two wines had additional attributes.

Drinking a glass of cider could increase one’s spiritual power by a small amount.

And drinking a glass of beer could actually improve a person’s fluency in speech!

It seems that the wine made from different materials does have different effects. This ability does have the potential to make me a fortune!” Matthew put away the wine barrel.

He took out a few empty barrels and experimented with six kinds of food:

wheat, corn, mushrooms, peaches, and grapes.

He planned to try all the brewing materials he could get.

He wanted to see if he could brew a variety with particularly excellent effects. If possible.

Then, not only could he use it for himself, but the Oak Chamber of Commerce would also add another blockbuster product!

This wasn’t something as unreliable as Rheagar’s sword oil.

This was a high-end drink that could really cause a sensation!

“If only we could invite the Mushroom King Dudley directly to the main house. Just his skills in planting mushrooms and brewing wine can feed a lot of people.”

He thought about it.

Matthew quickly left the mushroom house.

At night.

Argus reported to Matthew that the patrol team had been officially established, and the training had been fruitful. They could be put to patrol around the cemetery.

What was worth mentioning was…

Nightmare also took the initiative to join the patrol team and played the role of a ranger.

This gave the patrol team a lot of mobility.

Considering that the Underdark had been restless recently.

Matthew let the patrol team begin their mission.

Argus was unwilling to leave the cemetery.

However, the patrol mission was not far from the cemetery, so he was still qualified for this position.

Once the patrol team was put into operation, the security level of the cemetery increased by a lot.

This made Matthew quite satisfied.

What was even more surprising was that…

A few hours later.

The beacon in the centre of the cemetery suddenly moved!

A grayish-black portal opened.

A tall, fat figure stumbled out of it.

It was a fat zombie!

[Hint: Your negative energy beacon has been activated!]

The Mother of Slaves, Myossage (LV14/Elite) from the Negative Energy Plane has received the call of the beacon and has come to seek refuge with you.

But if you want to gain Myossage’s loyalty, you must pass her test!”

“May I ask the owner of the cemetery, are there many zombies here that don’t do their jobs?” Myossage asked shakily.

Matthew found it strange.

However, what she said seemed to be right. He raised these undead and most of the time, they were just doing nothing.

It was no wonder that all of them went to twist their legs and carry tombstones. It was not a problem to say that they were not given enough jobs.

“Is there anything wrong with that?

“The atmosphere in my cemetery is indeed more relaxed.”

Matthew said.

Myossage bowed sincerely. Her voice was a bit hoarse, like an old woman.

“Can I join the cemetery and train them for you?

I’ve travelled far and wide in my life. I hate my kind who slack off, so I swore to train them to be useful characters in the cemetery. If you give me a chance, I can give you a group of energetic zombies!”

Matthew was stunned.

What kind of request was this?

However, when he saw the Soul Fire in Myossage’s eyes, he couldn’t help but ask,

“Do you have any other requests?”

A greedy look appeared in Myossage’s eyes.

Oh, not much. I’ll only charge you a small fee, about five Soul Crystals per month.

Matthew frowned and wanted to refuse.

But in the next second.

Myossage suddenly spread her hands respectfully.

A magical domain power was transmitted to Matthew’s body.

On the data panel.

[Hint: The Mother of Slaves, Myossage, has shown you her ‘Slavery Domain’.]

[Slavery Domain: Myossage has a series of methods to train zombies into better breeds.]

Hardworking Zombie (Able to complete high-intensity tasks such as digging tunnels, carrying heavy stones, and transporting objects. Strength and Constitution +1)

Farmer Zombie (Able to complete tasks that require both skill and strength, such as planting crops, collecting fruits and vegetables, and expelling birds and beasts. At the same time, Constitution and Agility +1)

A slavery domain?

Was there such a thing?

I wonder if I can enter it.

Thinking of this.

Matthew’s expression changed subtly.

How long do you need to train an ordinary zombie into a labourer zombie or a farmer zombie?”

Myossage revealed an ugly smile.

“I can train thirty zombies a month. “Trust me, this is definitely worth it.”

Matthew tried to sense the slavery domain.

However, as if Myossage had sensed something, she suddenly stopped the effect of the domain.

Her expression was still respectful, and no one could find fault with her.

Matthew thought for a moment.

“It’s not impossible for you to stay.

But I have a condition. When you are training, I have the right to watch.”

Myossage thought for a moment.

“Sure.”

So Matthew generously extended his hand.

” Welcome to Matthew’s cemetery!”

Coincidentally, at this moment.

A group of zombies carrying tombstones and wiggling their hips walked past the roadside unscrupulously.

They looked at Myossage and bared their teeth like zombies.

Myossage only smiled.

Under Matthew’s hint.

She quickly walked towards the group of zombies.

Very quickly.

A series of strange biting sounds could be heard in the cemetery.

The sound of biting and tearing only gradually subsided in the middle of the night.

The next morning.

Matthew had just woken up and planted a few trees in the northern wasteland.

He received a message from Zeller:

“Rheagar is back!”