A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 951: The Troll Underground Palace and the Evil Crown

Matthew, who couldn't stand the smell of tobacco, also walked away silently.

He had already calmed down.

He had already reacted.

Due to his previous experiences and habits, Matthew always liked to arrange everything properly before every incident.

But this operation was different.

The one in charge was a legendary priest, and the other follower was a legendary poet and a Deceiving Demigod.

He did not need to worry so much!

He just had to follow behind the big boss.

They must have their reasons for not caring about their peers. Matthew didn't need to think so much.

On the other hand.

He wasn't that eager to rob tombs.

To put it bluntly, this operation was Matthew's temporary meal replacement for the obstruction of his trip to Jade Court.

Regarding how much he really wanted to rob a tomb...

At most, he would only think that if a Necromancer didn't try to rob a tomb, his career would be incomplete.

Just treat it as an outing. It was not bad to gain some knowledge!

A few minutes later.

Lorraine and Camela finished smoking and came to Matthew's side. The former asked,

"What are you doing?"

Matthew waved the shovel in his hand and replied,

"Remove the weeds around these trees. Did you see that? This kind of weed, called Thorn Blood, has an extremely strong hindrance to the growth of trees. These trees have almost been sucked dry of nutrients. In the long run, death is an inevitable outcome.

"Since I saw them, I might as well help them."

As he spoke.

Matthew cleaned up the ground nearby.

Very quickly.

The thorn blood near the black pine trees was cleaned up.

Under the astonished gazes of the two.

Matthew also put the Thorn Blood into his inventory.

"Do these weeds have other uses?"

Lorraine asked curiously.

Matthew explained,

"These weeds are very useful. On one hand, they are very suitable for raising pigs, cattle, sheep, horses, and other animals.

"On the other hand, after the thorn blood is burned to ashes, it can be used to make a hemostatic ointment. This ointment can promote the self-healing of human tissues…"

Camela couldn't help but say,

"You're a necromancer, and you're only fiddling with these things all day?

"No wonder you don't have the stench of an ordinary necromancer!"

Lorraine immediately interrupted,

"I still think that coquettish smell is more appropriate."

Camela raised her eyebrows.

Lorraine didn't budge.

Matthew sighed and carried the shovel to weed the black pine tree on the other side.

He was weeding.

He also thought about the White Tiger Elf Molly.

"That white tiger of hers is really beautiful!"

Matthew thought enviously.

..

Forty minutes later.

East of the Forest of Ruins, in front of a two-story wooden house.

Matthew and the other two stood side by side.

Although Lorraine and Camela had been bickering along the way.

Fortunately, their journey was not delayed.

This was where Camela lived in seclusion. Matthew noticed that in addition to the cabin itself, there was a sizeable herb garden next to it.

The periphery of the herb garden was surrounded by a simple fence, and the shadow of a large number of herbs could be vaguely seen.

"You actually planted so many herbs!"

Lorraine looked surprised.

Camela snorted.

"You didn't think I made up an excuse to cheat you of your cigars, did you?

"Besides, I can't rely on just divine spells to save people.

"Come in."

Camela led the two of them in.

However, they did not enter the small house. Instead, they entered the medicinal garden beside it.

Camela strode ahead.

Matthew followed suit.

And during this process, he keenly discovered that there was a large number of hallucinatory potions planted in the herb garden!

Other than some drugs that might be used for anaesthesia.

Most of them were extremely addictive hallucinogenic drugs!

In the lush greenery, Matthew even saw a familiar plant!

"Collin tobacco?"

He could not help but snort.

Camela, who was in front, replied casually,

"Yes, do you want it?"

Matthew waved his hand.

"I'm just curious why you would grow this kind of... Forbidden items?"

" For research, Mr. Matthew."

Camela replied solemnly,

" Other than being a clergyman, I'm also a herbalist."

" The reason why the Wood Elves' Moonlight and I have a good relationship is because I have a close personal relationship with their commander. A long time ago, the higher-ups of the Jade Court entrusted me with concocting a formula that can alleviate the symptoms of those who have lost their hearts. In order to achieve this goal, research on Collin tobacco leaves was naturally unavoidable."

Although she said that, the seriousness on Matthew's face did not fade.

The main reason was that the Collin tobacco leaf was too famous. It was a magical plant from purgatory. It was originally a terrifying species created by the Lord of Nine Hells, Barthor, to corrupt the elves.

The effect of this thing was…

After consuming it, it will immediately produce a slight hallucinatory effect. After about 15 minutes, the user will be able to "break the limit of the number of spells"!

Everyone knew.

In Aindor, almost all spells were calculated by the number of times they could be used per day.

After exceeding the limit, even the most brilliant mage would find it difficult to cast the same spell.

This was actually a limitation of the human body.

This was because magic, or aether, was highly corrosive.

It could trace the source of any spellcasting power when it was out of control.

If you use the same spell in large numbers on the same day...