The necromancer just wants to plant trees.

Chapter 18 The Artisan Conservation Society

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"Boss, look there's a hut there!"

As he said that, he was about to walk over.

"Don't go, Mobley!"

Dean stopped the tall man's reckless behavior suddenly.

"Follow me, immediately, immediately!"

Dean said as he quickly retreated out of the woods.

Mobley didn't know why, but still obediently followed Dean's footsteps.

Until you leave the woods completely.

Mobley couldn't help asking:
"Why do you want to retreat? Let me tell you, we can set a fire here and burn it down! I can feel that this place is full of vitality. If this fire is burned strong enough, we may be able to advance a lot on the road of legend. cut!"

Dean also had a look on his face.

But soon.

He shook his head: "I've told you and others in the fraternity many times that the most important quality of an arsonist is restraint! It's easy to vent the burning desire, but it's not easy to get out of it unscathed. "

"Observe the forest carefully, it is obviously newly cultivated, and the hut - I just sensed the smell of the domain in the forest! This shows that at least one powerful druid is nearby, and Hesse is probably dead. in his hands."

"Before I don't know his level, I don't want to fight a high-level druid in his domain!"

Mobley scratched the back of his head, disapprovingly:

"But I haven't heard of any powerful druids in Rolling Stone Town?"

Dean looked at him angrily:
"The intelligence needs to be updated. Let's deal with it outside tonight, and go to the city tomorrow to collect intelligence. After making sufficient preparations, we will make a plan and then take action!"

"do you understand?"

Mobley said bitterly: "Okay, okay, you are the boss, I will listen to you."

The two bypassed the oak forest.

The figure gradually disappeared into the night.

The edge of the woods.

Matthew's figure quietly emerged.

on his shoulders.

An oak goblin was twittering about something.

"These two people are not kind... they are probably Hesse's accomplices, members of the Silver Frost Brotherhood?"

Matthew glanced at the taskbar.

The progress of maintenance tasks is not updated.

But he did not take it lightly.

In his opinion, the system is not omnipotent, and perhaps only after he collects enough information, the progress of the task will be updated.

by comparison.

He prefers to trust his instincts.

"Have you written down the appearance of those two?"

Matthew asked the goblin on his shoulder.

The latter showed a proud look, and then rubbed vigorously on Matthew's earlobe, showing an expression of great enjoyment.

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The next day.

Sheriff's office.

Snapped!
Two lifelike portraits were photographed on Brad's desk.

Brad was still having breakfast. When he saw Matthew, he wiped off the bread crumbs on his beard and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with these two?"

Matthew nodded: "They may be related to the murderer of the farm fire."

Brad stared at the portrait: "I see, I will mobilize people to follow them secretly first, and if they really have any problems, I will take them down!"

"But today is the day when the Spring Festival market just opened. There are a lot of people in the town. I have to give priority to ensuring the safety of the people."

Matthew expressed his understanding.

He wasn't worried that Brad would be the opponent of those two. The captain of the defense team was already a fighter at the peak of the third rank at a young age, so it would be no problem to single out Hesse.

What's more, he still has many team members with excellent weapons and complete equipment.

Well known.

Battles below the fifth level still follow most people's common sense.

In addition to the miracles that legal professionals can create, in the case of fighters fighting each other, more people beat fewer people, and armor beats civilians is always the unbreakable principle of victory!

Although Rolling Stone Town is a remote place, there is never a shortage of warrior elites. It is said that Rega, the Lord of the Blood Banner, is a fourth-tier warrior himself!

The only thing really missing here is the caster.

"These two paintings are pretty good, can you introduce the artist to me?"

Brad looked at the two portraits and said.

Matthew couldn't help joking: "The oak elves may be the most picky about appearance in the world, and their princesses are the best among them. They prefer handsome guys and teenagers."

"As for you, it's not me, Brad, you look at least 40 years old...unless you shave your beard, they probably won't want to see you."

Brad suddenly dissatisfied:

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"Hey, don't talk nonsense, my mother praised me for being energetic when I went out this morning!

And what happened to my beard?
Don't you think it makes me look manly?
As for age, I'm only 24 years old this year!
Same age as you, Matthew! "

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Matthew shrugged:

"Say hello to Miss Liz for me."

With that said, he left the security station.

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Trade zone.

Farm Street.

Today is the opening day of the Chunzhi Festival Market.

The residents of the farms and villages around Rolling Stone Town gathered here.

The streets were crowded with people, and they couldn't keep up.

Matthew struggled through a bullock cart laden with turnips and lettuce leaves.

Come to the corner of the market.

Under the shack.

A young man with long hair was glancing at the waists of the passers-by with flickering eyes.

"Jeff! Don't look, no one can protect you if you steal again!"

Matthew slapped him on the shoulder rudely.

Jeff was taken aback.

"Matthew, is that you? Well, I didn't intend to steal anything, I just took a look..."

He explained a few sentences.

Seeing that Matthew didn't mean to argue with him.

So he breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's still an oak tree seed, right? By the way, the growth green liquid is gone, and the previous druid is gone, and I haven't found a new purchase channel yet."

Jeff is a peddler.

He wandered between Rolling Stone Town and Watcher Heights, making a living by selling the specialties of the two places.

The price of his goods is fair, but unfortunately his hands and feet are not clean, and he was caught stealing several times.

The last time he was caught, he should have been sentenced. It was Matthew who found Brad to help clear the relationship.

At that time, Jeff was grateful and said that he would never be the 'three hands' again.

However, Matthew did not trust him. If it weren't for the fact that there were very few merchants traveling to and from the Watcher's Heights, the acorn seeds he needed were only available to the druids there, so he would not have interceded.

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Picked two small bags of seeds as usual.

Matthew glanced over, frowning:
"The color of these seeds is not very good."

"Really? No way!" Jeff was a little nervous: "I said I wanted the best seeds, and the fat man told me that they came from the inside of the Druid Order, and the quality is absolutely good...fuck Yes, I knew that the words of human beings cannot be trusted!"

Matthew shook his head.

He has set foot in the realm of oak trees, and his natural perception is clear.

These seeds are plump and vigorous on the surface.

But its interior appears to have been brutally damaged by a force.

Want to germinate with these seeds.

The seedling rate is less than one in ten.

This is not at the same level as the quality of the seeds provided by Jeff before!

"Did you buy it from a human merchant in Watcher Heights?"

Matthew pondered.

"Yes, I just told you that the previous druid is gone, and there seems to be some trouble in the forest over there... Matthew, you don't want this batch of goods, do you?"

Jeff cried with a sad face: "Then I may really have to go back to my old job!"

Matthew glanced at him rudely:
"It's up to you, but no one will care about you next time you get caught."

Having said that, Matthew still accepted the goods at a price that was [-]% lower than the market price.

After all, no one in Rolling Stone would buy oak seeds except him.

Jeff helped him carry it many times, and this was the first time something went wrong.

"Next time you go to buy seeds, you must find a local druid. The humans there are no different from us here. It's too common to shoddy."

The deal is over, Matthew warned.

"I understand, but it's a pity that I can't tell the good from the bad." Jeff said regretfully: "But there is news about the 'sprouting technique' you asked me to inquire about before, if you need it, I will buy it directly next time I go there That spellbook."

Matthew nodded.

Druid's Germination can speed up the germination of seeds into seedlings.

Mastering this spell can greatly improve the efficiency of planting trees.

After all, the steps of planting trees are interlocking.

If one link is affected, the overall efficiency will drop.

"correct."

Matthew was about to leave, but suddenly remembered the black history of Jeff's "Three Hands", so he asked one more question:
"Can you pick a lock?"

"Yes...but I haven't had one in a long time," Jeff replied.

"Can you open this lock?"

Matthew handed over the defensive poem.

Jeff took the spell book, knocked on the steel lock, listened to the sound for a while, then shook his head and said:
"I'm afraid not. This is a composite lock, and my technology will definitely not be able to open it."

"But I can find an ax to split it for you."

split?

What a joke!
In that case, most of the spells recorded in the book will be automatically destroyed.

"No, thanks."

Matthew took back the spell book calmly.

Jeff looked at the silver edge reluctantly:
"Why don't you try the Craftsmen's Preservation Society? They have locksmiths there, too."

"The Artisan Protection Association?"

Matthew knew that there was such an existence in Rolling Stone Town, but he was not very familiar with it.

His wooden house was built by someone introduced by Brad, and he didn't spend much thought on it.

"Yes, an organization led by Mr. Richard is said to protect the legitimate rights and interests of craftsmen. Many carpenters, stonemasons, and workshop workers are members of the association."

Jeff said admiringly: "Mr. Richard is a real gentleman, isn't he? He is one of the few people in the committee of five who is willing to do things. The craftsmen love him."

"The association building is just north of the artisan district, you should know the way?"

Thanks Jeff for the suggestion.

Matthew struggled through a pile of tomatoes, spinach, and pig manure.

at the market.

There seem to be more and more people.

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The building of the Artisan Protection Association is deserted, in stark contrast to the trade area.

Under the guidance of the aunt at the front desk, Matthew went to the locksmith's office on the second floor.

The door is open.

"Dong dong dong!" He knocked on the door and looked inside.

There was only one man in his 30s in the office.

The man was dressed as a gentleman, sitting upright, reading a thick book.

"Mr. Richard?"

Matthew was a little surprised:

"I thought it was a meeting place for locksmiths."

Richard put down his book and made a joke:

"It turned out to be Mr. Matthew, who is only one step away from being a good citizen, please come in."

"You're right, this is indeed the room of the locksmiths, but they are all going to the trade zone to join in the fun now, it's Spring Festival, you know."

Matthew nodded slightly.

He was just about to say goodbye.

Richard suddenly asked, "Do you need someone to unlock it?"

Matthew nodded.

"Well, what kind of lock is it? Household or..."

Richard asked hesitantly.

Matthew simply took out the Shou Yu Psalm.

"The composite lock of the magic book." Richard's eyes were very vicious: "Oh, you accidentally lost the key?"

Matthew said frankly:

"It's not that complicated, but I'm its new owner."

Richard nodded thoughtfully.

Then he maintained this posture for a long time.

Matthew is a little strange.

It's been a long time.

Just heard him say hesitantly:

"Uh, bring it here, I'll help you open it."

Without hesitation, Matthew handed over the book——

Richard has an excellent reputation in the town, and he is not worried that the other party will attack his spell book.

It's just that the other party's behavior is really a bit strange.

"Could it be that he is a lock art enthusiast, but his skills are not good, and I'm afraid I will blame him if it breaks?"

Matthew thought so.

Richard's fingertips had just touched the Grimlock guarding the Psalms.

But listen to the 'snap' -

The lock opened automatically!
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in the office.

A piece of tranquility.

"What! This lock of yours was originally opened! Why are you so careless?"

Richard said with a smile.

Matthew watched him silently.

After half a minute.

"Maybe it's just luck? It seems to have opened by itself..."

A look of regret flashed in Richard's eyes.

Matthew is still organizing the language.

Richard was relieved and said:

"Then let me open this lock for you, Green Vine Tavern, how about buying me a drink?"

Matthew replied: "Okay!"

Then he glanced at the record bar.

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"Hint: Richard opened the 'Guardian Psalms' for you with his almighty hand!
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Remarks: Almighty dexterity, a thief's fifth-level ability, can unlock 95% of the physical locks in the world with bare hands, and 60% of the magic locks below the fifth level."

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(End of this chapter)