The necromancer just wants to plant trees.

Chapter 104 Be confident, you are a related family!

Matthew pushed the door out, walked through the garden to the door, and found that it was Rhaegar who was yelling there.

He didn't open the door.

Instead, he spoke to Rhaegar through the fence:
"Let's talk about the sword oil tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I will go to the lord's mansion to find you."

Rhaegar slapped the vertical bars:

"You open the door first, besides the sword oil, I have something very important to discuss with you!"

Matthew stared at him, suddenly smiled and said:

"You did it on purpose, right?"

Rhaegar said confidently:

"Why do you say I did it on purpose? I didn't know Sif was at your house."

Come on, don't call yourself.

Matthew didn't bother to argue with him, and silently opened the goal to let Rega in.

"Come in, but you have to find a place to sit first, and I'll talk to you about sword oil after I finish teaching Sif."

Rega didn't answer either, just hummed twice, and entered the door impatiently.

However, as soon as he entered, he saw Sif looking at him vigorously.

Rhaegar's face suddenly showed a smug smile:

"Sorry, baby, I forgot you had class at Matthew's house today."

As he said that, he shamelessly went to sit next to Sif.

At this time, Peggy brought a cup of hot coffee and a cup of lemon tea from the kitchen.

Rega naturally took the cup of coffee and took a sip:
"Thank you, the craftsmanship is good, much better than our Mrs. Wesley."

Paige stared at him intently.

Lei Jia was so horrified at the sight, he hastily put down the coffee in his hand, apologized repeatedly and said:

"So this cup wasn't for me? Sorry, sorry."

Peggy's soul fire calmed down a little.

But the next second.

She saw Rega took the cup of lemon tea and took a big sip naturally, and said while drinking:
"So this cup is for me!"

"Hey! It tastes really good."

see this scene.

Sif's two little cheeks bulged even more.

Peggy also looked like she was going to do something.

Fortunately, Matthew caught her in time.

He knew that Rega was here to make things difficult for him.

It can be seen that for the sake of coming to help out a while ago and the tax exemption policy, as long as it does not affect his class, Matthew will not care about it.

At the moment, he ignored Rhaegar, who was sitting like an old man, and continued to tell Sif the history.

Strange to say.

It was a one-on-one class before, and Sif seemed restless.

Now that Rhaegar was interfering, she became very serious instead.

She grabbed a small pen and carefully wrote down every key point that Matthew said.

A long speech is over.

Sif suddenly asked a question:
"Matthew, why do people from the evil camp always look stupid in the history books?

I mean, they may not be really stupid, but a lot of times they make decisions where there are better options.

I found that there are many similar records. In those historical stories, the protagonist who plays the role of justice often only needs to use some tricks, and the villain of the evil camp will obediently be fooled.

If it weren't for these factual historical facts, I would suspect that the bards fabricated the content to fool us.

You should have seen a lot of bad guys, are they really that stupid? "

about this issue.

Matthew pondered for more than three minutes before slowly giving his answer:
"Leaving aside the relativity of justice and evil in the division of camps, and the survivor's bias when compiling and selecting historical stories, I can give you a relatively affirmative answer-yes, we are in the process of living and taking risks. , Most of the characters of the evil camp I met were not smart."

Sif held her chin with one hand and said curiously:

"Why? Are people from the evil camp born ignorant?"

Matthew shook his head:

"No, I think the root cause of this is lack of education."

While talking, he noticed that Leila, who was originally listening in the corridor, also walked over involuntarily.

Matthew motioned her to sit down, and then said without hesitation:
……

"Most of the evil group members are not too bright characters, that's obvious.

The organizations I'm talking about include groups like Warlocks, Arsonists, Blighters, Scarlet Hunters, and Aboriginals of the Underworld.

The common feature of these members is that they have certain extraordinary power, but they seriously lack the knowledge to control this power.

Taking the Scourge as an example, I once killed a Gnoll warlock named Edson.

He is a fourth-tier sorcerer, really powerful, if he is smart enough, I may suffer a lot.

But luckily, he's just a jackal.

And I am a human mage with enough education.

Just because I can beat him doesn't mean that my individual is naturally better than him.

It's because my background completely crushed him.

Just imagine.

What can you do if you are a gnoll?

Can you do better than Edson?
Maybe you think you can, then we can deduce——

Suppose you are a talented gnoll, born in a barren underground tribe, your parents are no different from other gnolls, they gave you life, they love you very much, but none of them May be out of production to accompany you.

When you were born, they had to hunt and fight day and night.

Your only companions are gnoll cubs who know as little about this world as you do.

Fortunately you are smart.

When other brothers and sisters just learned to crawl and roll, you have already followed the example of your parents and started dancing with knives and guns.

Your talents continue to be fulfilled. You learned to hunt when you were very young, and you have an innate talent in the way of killing.

While your brothers and sisters were still bullying the fungus, you were already fighting subterranean lizards hand-to-hand.

When you get bigger, even adult gnolls can't beat you.

At this point your parents are very happy, they are proud of you and start listening to you more.

Your brothers and sisters are also around you. Gradually, your family has become a force to be reckoned with in the Gnoll tribe.

In this way, the development is smooth and smooth.

A few years later, you will be the leader of that tribe, the supreme ruler of the small society of gnolls.

All gnolls obey your orders.

You are content with the power in your hands.

But then?

You will find that from birth to becoming the leader of the tribe, you only learned to hunt and fight.

No one in this tribe can teach you higher knowledge.

Even those old men will only teach you how to distinguish herbs, how to heal wounds, and at most teach you a secret recipe for more children.

Nothing else.

magic?

Impossible, that is the field of talent that only wolf man warlocks are qualified to get involved in.

some day.

An evil being has visited your tribe.

Facing the shadow of evil, you have only two options: obey or be killed.

You have chosen to obey as you should.

Satisfied, the evil being sent down his blessing.

And suddenly you become a powerful warlock, you gain supernatural powers, the magical powers you've always dreamed of.

At this moment, you suddenly realize that magic is so simple!
But no one can remind you that magic also has skills.

And wanting to control these extraordinary powers requires more knowledge.

If there is no adventure, then you will never have access to this information in your life.

You can only rely on your own understanding and experience to explore repeatedly, and finally form your own magic system.

This system is like a small broken house with air leaks on all sides in front of the formal spellcasting system, while the latter is a fortress with solid foundations and immovable mountains.

But you don't know.

You are very proud.

You feel invincible.

With this magical power, you began to make your mark in the Underdark, and you came into contact with the societies of other races, including the human society.

If you are lucky enough to live to a very old age, then you do have the opportunity to make up for the disadvantages of your birth after contacting human society and improve your own cognitive level.

But unfortunately, most gnolls do not have such an opportunity.

quickly.

The evil god who gave you the power ordered to form a powerful sect, and you are the patriarch, commander, and vanguard of that sect.

You are ecstatic about it, feeling that you are about to reach the pinnacle of your life.

But what you don't know is——

When you leave the Horde with all those evil coalition recruited from the Underdark, that look back may be the last;
When you walk through the long gravel corridor, you are crying because of the light from the surface, but you are very excited, you don't know what kind of enemy you are about to face in front of you.

In other words, what you have to face is not a specific enemy.

It is a tentacles of human civilization.

Even if you are lucky, you will encounter some small villages when you reach the surface. After you burn, kill and loot for a while, you will encounter well-trained cavalry, heavily armed warriors, and generals who are proficient in tactics.

There are also archmages who have been systematically educated by the Seven Saints Alliance.

They have mana that is not inferior to yours, and crushing-level spellcasting skills.

Now, do you think you have any chance of winning?
Do you think you can do better than Ederson?
The answer is of course no.

Even for me, if I can't reincarnate into a jackal with my current level of cognition, I'm guessing the final outcome will be similar. "

……

After listening to this long passage.

The living room was quiet for a long time.

Sif nodded half-understanding:
"I seem to understand something."

Rhaegar also stopped playing around, and looked at Matthew with flickering eyes.

Laila was even more thoughtful.

Matthew took a sip of water and said gently:

"The story of the Gnoll is just a microcosm. In fact, many people in the evil camp are not inherently evil.

Their births determine their lack of choices, and it is their births that determine their lack of opportunities to acquire higher knowledge.

Knowledge here does not only refer to spells, spells are only a part of knowledge, it is useful, but not omnipotent.

As far as I am concerned, these uneducated and uneducated enemies who wield great power are not scary at all.

Because even if they do evil, it's hard to really do anything big. "

"I understand!"

Sif's eyes suddenly lit up:

"It's no wonder that in history, the great demon kings who can cause huge damage are usually not from the evil camp. Except for the existence with supernatural power, most of the people who become demon kings through their own hard work have received good education. They all have experience working in decent organizations!"

"Some of them are mages who defected from the alliance, some were originally scholars who studied knowledge, some were paladins who were once famous and then quickly degenerated, and there were also archdruids who had been in close contact with nature for a long time but fell into the embrace of darkness... So, these The villains who are well-born and knowledgeable are the scariest, right?"

Matthew looked at Sif in surprise.

This child's ability to reason and reason is quite good, so he can draw inferences about other cases from one instance.

"That's true. For example, when I went to the south this time, I fought against a Dragon Cult wizard named Blinken. He is the most difficult enemy I have ever encountered. That guy was once an excellent member of the Seven Saints Alliance. Humans are much more difficult to deal with than jackals."

Matthew sighed.

Sif held her chin with both hands regretfully and said:

"But why should they go to evil?"

Matthew didn't want to go further on this issue, so he said vaguely:

"People's hearts are always complicated."

"Anyway, you are sitting here now, judging with ease and joy the stupidity or cleverness of people in historical stories, all because you have a good parentage.

I think, since you were born, you have not been engaged in any productive work, which is unthinkable for many children from poor families.

There are many children in Rolling Stone Town, who started working in textile workshops at the age of seven or eight. Although there is a public school in the town, not everyone has the opportunity to study off-duty.

All this is thanks to your father, who gave you such a good life.

You have to learn to cherish. "

Lei Jia heard that it was very beneficial, and his old face turned red.

Facing Sif's grateful eyes, he turned his head in embarrassment.

Laila watched this scene with great envy.

Matthew walked over and patted her shoulder lightly, then said to Sif:
"That's the end of today's class. What I said should be enough for you to digest for a while."

After speaking, he looked at Rhaegar:
"Next, let's go to the next room and talk about Jianyou."

……

finally.

Rhaegar's sword oil also failed to make it to the Oak Chamber of Commerce's first list of goods.

Matthew found out after talking in detail.

This guy's sword oil is actually handmade by himself, the raw materials are expensive, and the cost is high, that's all, the key is that the stability is still doubtful!

Although Rhaegar vowed to guarantee that the effect of his sword oil would explode.

But Matthew still rejected the enthusiasm of the lord for the sake of the oak tree chamber of commerce.

Of course, he still said it very euphemistically:
"Your sword oil does have merits, but it may be difficult to find a suitable buyer in the market."

"First of all, fighters usually can't afford such expensive things. They pay more attention to cost performance, unless you can reduce the cost to 1/6 of the current cost - which is obviously impossible."

"Mages can enchant weapons casually, let alone use oily and dirty things like sword oil."

"Only wealthy and status fighters are eligible to use this level of auxiliary items, what do you think?"

After hearing this, Rhaegar failed a little and couldn't help muttering:
"Can't you try it?"

"My sword oil doesn't sell well locally, but what if it becomes popular in the market in Cordo City?"

"In this way, I will give you the first batch for free, regardless of the cost!"

Matthew sighed:
"Then give me two bottles to try."

Rhaegar couldn't wait to hand over two bottles of sword oil to Matthew.

Seeing that there was no label on it, Matthew couldn't help asking:
"What are these two bottles of sword oil for?"

Rhaegar said proudly:

"One of the bottles of sword oil is a marine life special attack, which can cause additional damage to marine life."

Matthew's eyelids twitched:
"The next time we go there, we will not only cooperate with Yu Lian, but also plan to approach Naga. Are you sure you want to put the sword oil that attacks Naga on the shelf?"

Rega froze for a moment:
"is it?"

"There is another bottle, the effect is special attack on undead creatures."

Matthew said helplessly:

"There are almost no undead creatures near Kordo City, and, I am a necromancer, are you sure you want me to sell items that can be used against you?"

Rega heard the words and quickly took back the two bottles of sword oil.

But he still did not give up:

"Then I will change to two bottles next time."

……

The next morning.

Eight past four.

Crucible roof layer.

"Ronan! Needless to say, Ronan must be behind the scenes!"

After hearing what happened to Matthew traveling south, Taling 177 said firmly:

"That old boy is very bad, and he can definitely do this kind of thing. Think about it, if it wasn't for Ronan, why would Blinken run away when he saw you?"

"Because he came from here, he probably used to be a white glove for Ronan in the alliance before, but after he defected, he became a black glove."

"When Blinken saw you, he probably looked into a mirror! He must know more about the twists and turns of the league than you do. When you grow up, you will be Ronan's new white glove!"

Matthew thought the guy was talking nonsense.

But he also really thought about the possibility that the man behind the scenes was the Archmage Ronan.

That's why he came here today and told Taling 177 most of the details on his southbound journey.

Seeing that Matthew frowned.

Taling said in surprise:

"You don't really plan to kill relatives righteously, do you?

Uh, is it because I joked too much?
Don't worry, boy, Ronan knows nothing about life and death. His talent in necromancy is about the same as your talent in divination.

But this is something to be wary of.

Dragon Mountain Ash can be used to create something more terrifying than a dracolich.

I don't know which old bastard is doing something.

In short, the upper echelon of the league has been rotten.

How about we form a new alliance where "the alliance must die"?
I'll be the boss, and I'll take you to the alliance headquarters - the Floating Void City in the Extreme North! "

Matthew shook his head with a smile:

"Thank you, but I'd better join the Seven Saints Alliance first."

Tarling immediately took out a form, put it in front of Matthew, and motioned for him to fill it out:
"Breakthrough from the inside is also a way of thinking, but you must be careful not to be assimilated by them. I am very optimistic about you, Matthew."

"After filling out the form, remember to write the names of Ronan and the emperor of the cauldron house——177 in the recommender column."

"After I hand in the form, within one to two weeks at most, someone will come to Rolling Stone Town to find you. At that time, you will complete the entry assessment for the Seven Saints Alliance at your own home."

Matthew said in surprise:
"Go to my house? Don't you usually go to the branch of the Seven Saints Alliance in a certain city? I thought it would be most convenient to conduct the assessment in the Crucible House."

177 casually said:

"It's just a process, can they stop the person recommended by Ronan from entering the alliance?
Be confident, you are a relationship door! "

Matthew heard the words and deeply felt the corruption of the alliance system.

Then gladly filled out the form.

"It's done."

177 took the form and said to Matthew excitedly:

"The guy you asked me to train last time has already been subdued by me. Do you want to go and have a look?"

Troll Shinwak?

Matthew nodded:

"Of course, I was just about to ask when you can take him away."

"It's fine anytime, he's already very well-behaved now."

177 triumphantly stuffed a hard thing into Matthew's hand:

"Here, come with me."

Matthew looked down.

It was something like a remote control.

……

(End of this chapter)