The necromancer just wants to plant trees.

Chapter 98 A good show

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"Why doesn't this Bing learn well every day?!"

Seeing the latest reminder, Matthew couldn't help complaining in his heart:
"What's the use of being greedy for gold coins like a skeleton!"

Back to the hotel.

He and Lorraine pushed to go back to the room to rest, and Lorraine showed an instant understanding look, and walked away considerately.

By now, Matthew didn't bother to explain anything to him.

He quietly waited for A Bing's return in the guest room.

Another 10 minutes passed.

A Bing's figure suddenly appeared in front of Matthew.

This is the effect of "Shadow Slingshot", which gives A Bing the ability to freely travel between the material world and the shadow world. One second, he was still wandering downstairs, and the next second he arrived at the side of the owner Matthew.

"Ding dong ding dong!"

A Bing began to shake out the gold coins hidden inside the cloak.

He shook for a while, and finally withdrew his wrist, and took a big step back seemingly honestly, as if he was dedicated to his duty and stood guard for his master.

Matthew sneered:
"only these?"

There are currently more than 40 gold coins on the table, which is actually quite a lot. This is probably because a pickpocket is carrying the stolen money that was just confiscated from various younger brothers today.

A Bing froze for a moment, pretending not to understand Matthew's words, and twisted his hips slightly.

But he only twisted a couple of times before he was stopped sharply by Matthew:

"You've disappointed me so much!"

Ah Bing stood there dumbfounded.

He stared into Matthew's eyes, and the soul fire in his skull was jumping uneasily.

a moment.

He took another step forward, his dry wrist continued to shake on the table.

Crackling!

After a pleasant sound.

Matthew found that the number of gold coins on the table had doubled to almost 80!
"It's really fast to get money, I borrowed 120 from Lorraine today, and I got a big mouthful of blood in just one click!"

Matthew collected himself and continued to look at A Bing with scrutiny.

It may be a trivial matter for Matthew to be greedy for a few gold coins.

Ah Bing's mind is only seven years old, which is the time when he urgently needs education.

The master is like a parent, Matthew must let him know what it means not to be evil for the little ones!
"only these?"

He continued to question in a cold voice.

Ah Bing stayed for a few more seconds.

A faint sense of grievance came from the undead contract.

After a while.

Ah Bing stepped forward again, shaking his wrist.

The gold coins leaked out this time are relatively sparse, but there are as many as a dozen.

Matthew was secretly surprised, and simply acted as a repeater:
"only these?"

Ah Bing was completely dumbfounded there.

This time.

He was down for more than 30 seconds.

Then he took a step forward.

Just when Matthew thought that A Bing would continue to turn in the hidden gold coins, he suddenly stretched out his other hand and snapped off his right palm!
click!
In a daze, he handed the palm with a complete and smooth cut to Matthew.

Matthew was taken aback for a moment, and then a sense of guilt rose in his heart.

But just as he was reflecting on whether he had gone too far, he suddenly saw the golden light flashing through A Bing's cloak through A Bing's broken forearm!
"This guy, would he rather lose his palms and keep those few gold coins privately?"

Matthew couldn't laugh or cry.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you this time, but let's not make an example."

Matthew skillfully put the palm on for A Bing.

Then he sternly reprimanded and said:

"If you really like these gold coins, I can promise you that you can get 10% of the gold coins on the enemies you kill in the future as your own spoils of war."

"But other than that, you can't get more points, understand?"

A Bing listened to Matthew's reprimand in a daze.

Matthew thought he didn't understand, so he repeated it several times.

After a few minutes.

A Bing suddenly knelt down on one knee excitedly, and made a big salute to Ma Xiu that he couldn't understand.

The soul fire in his skull burned violently. Compared with usual times, it was as if a dormant volcano had suddenly entered an active period!

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"Hint: In view of your promise of a reasonable distribution of spoils, A Bing is very grateful to you, and his loyalty to you has increased to 120!

Since Ah Bing's loyalty to you exceeds 120, Ah Bing shared his ability "Short Weapon Specialization" with you!
Short weapon specialization (weakened/strengthened): You are good at using short weapons; when you use short weapons, your attack speed, attack power and critical strike probability will all increase by 15%;

Strengthening: For you, the definition of short weapons is broader (weapons with any size not exceeding 30CM are short weapons);
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A Bing's keywords have changed:
Intermittent collection of money (gray) → continuous devotion to duty (blue)
Continuous dedication (blue): When his own needs are met, he will no longer be greedy for any loot, and will complete all the loot pickup for you within his ability! "

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"After the undead loyalty of the contract exceeds 120, will it be possible to obtain the shared ability stably?"

Matthew noticed a change in the text description.

Loyalty has always been a very mysterious indicator.

Low-level undead do not have the attribute of loyalty. Although they have a small amount of consciousness and wisdom, they are still 100% loyal to the summoner.

High-level necromancers also have no loyalty.

For example, Peggy, let alone loyalty, Matthew can't even see her six attributes, and abilities and the like are found out in the process of getting along day and night.

If Peggy hid the cards, she didn't want Matthew to know.

Matthew probably couldn't figure it out all his life.

Only those undead who have been born with a certain amount of wisdom and have a little humanity, but have not sublimated to Peggy's level, will have the special indicator of "loyalty".

Currently under Matthew's command, only Xiao Bo, A Bing and A Piao have loyalty indicators.

If you want to share the abilities of the undead stably.

Naturally, we have to start with these three.

Matthew pondered for a while, then brought his attention back to his eyes.

"Short Weapon Specialization" is still somewhat useful for mages.

In addition to hand crossbows, every mage will also prepare a dagger for self-defense. The higher the level is, the spell dagger.

This dagger is often the last underpants of the mage.

If you can make good use of the dagger, maybe you can also create miracles.

But what concerned Matthew the most was the change of Ah Bing!
He was annoyed at the fact that this guy made another gray keyword, but he didn't expect to miraculously turn the negative keyword into a positive one through his words and preaching!
Does this mean that other keywords also have room for transformation or improvement?

Matthew looked at A Bing who was kneeling and thanking him, and fell into deep thought.

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As night fell, Matthew and Lorraine walked together on the streets of Zeshui City.

After nightfall, the normally lifeless city seemed to come alive suddenly.

The flow of people on the street has obviously increased.

Lorraine said:
"Do you think it's strange? There are more people going out in Zeshui City at night than during the day. This is because there is a superstition among the residents here. They think that the probability of getting sick is much lower when going out at night than during the day, so many of them can be solved at night. They would not choose to go out during the day."

"So in Zeshui City, besides holy water, the best-selling items are lanterns and candles."

Matthew found it interesting:

"So many people believe this kind of nonsense?"

Lorraine shook his head:

"It's not entirely nonsense. I've asked many people. They all have long-term experience of living in Zeshui City. According to their observations, they hardly get sick when they go out at night, but not during the day. Maybe this is not a superstition, but A rule."

Matthew nodded seriously.

When approaching the entrance of the theater.

He suddenly asked:
"We walked all the way just now, haven't we met those coughing people who like to parade?"

Lorraine nodded and said:
"That's it. Maybe that's why it's not easy to get infected when you go out at night? Those guys who are sick and have to go around don't seem to go out much at night."

Matthew guessed thoughtfully:
"It's also possible that it's not that they don't want to go out at night, but that the Plague Lord doesn't want to pay them at night?"

Lorraine laughed loudly and said:
"This guess is very reasonable! Maybe the Lord of Plague is the clown in the theater we are going to, because he has to go to work at night, so he has no time to hire people to infect the plague!"

Having said that, he suddenly dragged Matthew into an alley on the side of the theater, and said excitedly as he walked:

"Do you still remember the location where we chased the red mask last time? Let's go and have a look now, maybe we find something unexpected!"

The two walked to the depths of the alley, which happened to be the backside of the theater, let alone, they actually bumped into something.

The back door of the theater at this time.

A man is shaking a woman's arm impatiently.

The woman looked less than twenty, with a slightly bulging belly, and a very sweet appearance, but her hair and clothes were a little messy.

But the woman grabbed the man's forearm and begged:

"I love you, Bran, I really love you, I can't live without you, I already have your child, I don't expect you to do anything for us, but please come and see me once in a while? "

"We haven't seen each other for more than three months. You keep saying you're busy. I can understand, but why did you always find time when you were with me?"

"Bran, please, please don't be so cruel, please don't leave me behind!"

The man said impatiently:

"Isn't my willingness to see you when the show is about to start not enough to prove how much I value you?

Renee, my career does not allow me to be dragged down by my family. I have told you many times before, and I thought you could understand this.

I always thought you were a well-behaved girl. I broke up with Cassity because I liked you. Don't let me down, you know? "

The woman looked a little confused:
"But, but, but I'm pregnant, my parents found out, kicked me out, I've run out of money, now I have nowhere to go, I dare not go home, my father wants me to kill This kid."

The man patted her face and said indifferently:
"Your father is right. Aborting this child is good for everyone. As for money, don't count on me. My trouser pockets are cleaner than yours. If not, I wouldn't be performing so hard on stage. Don't Seeing that I am very glamorous on stage, I am just earning some hard money."

"In short, Renee, go home, or you kill this child yourself, only in this way can we continue to communicate. I'm very busy now, let's leave, before I'm completely disappointed in you, let's go."

As he said that, he cursed at the two of Matthew:
"Go away! You annoying flies! Don't stay at the back door of the theater, or I'll call the guards!"

The words were fierce, but he quickly retreated behind the door.

bang!
The back door was tightly shut.

Only the woman was left leaning helplessly against the door and weeping silently.

"Ma'am, do you need our help?"

Lorraine walked up in a gentlemanly manner.

Unexpectedly, the woman gave him a fierce gouging look:
"Don't meddle in your own business! If you dare to spread the news about Bran and me, I'll make you feel overwhelmed!"

Saying that, she wiped away her tears and walked away aggressively.

Matthew watched this scene with great interest, this was the first time he saw Lorraine deflated in front of a woman.

"The man just now is the protagonist of tonight's good show - Brandon White?"

He walked over and asked.

Lorraine still had an indifferent expression:

"That's right, it's this bad boy. It seems that it's not the first time he's fucked a big girl's belly."

Matthew looked at him with enquiring eyes:
"So this is also the effect of "catching wind and shadows"?Did you just perceive that there would be bloody scenes happening here? "

Lorraine waved his hand:

"I don't need to use "Catching the Wind and Shadow", that thing is used to capture big events. For this kind of regional gossip, I have a special ability called "Gossip". "

"As soon as I get close to an area where something like this could happen, I can smell the gossip."

The more Matthew listened, the more something went wrong:

"Are you sure you are a serious bard?"

Lorraine blinked:

"Everyone has their own secrets, Matthew, if you can be called a necromancer, why can't I be a bard?"

"Let's go, it's almost time to enter."

The two left the alley and returned to the avenue. After walking for a long time, they came to the main entrance of the theater.

At this time, the square was already full of all kinds of carriages.

From time to time, stylishly dressed men and women with elegant temperament came out of the car arm in arm.

The servants handed over the bought tickets to the master's house, and after a simple check, people from the theater would naturally come and lead them in.

There were indeed a lot of people who came to see this scene. Although everyone was either rich or expensive, they still lined up at the door for a short time.

This time Lorraine didn't jump in line.

While the two were waiting patiently, an episode happened at the entrance of the theater:

There was quite a commotion when a young waiter checking tickets suddenly passed out.

Looking at him lying on the ground with red ears and sweat on his forehead, the symptoms are exactly the same as when he has a fever.

There were murmurs among the crowd, but not many left.

Soon someone from the theater carried him away.

It's just that there is one less manpower that is already stretched, and the phenomenon of queuing at the door is even more serious.

Many dignitaries couldn't help complaining.

At this time, a middle-aged lady in a long black dress came out. As she walked, she shouted to the restless staff:

"Don't look at it, don't look at it! That kid in Barry has been staying up late at work for three consecutive days. He passed out because he was too tired, not for other reasons. You all continue to receive guests for me!"

"Lawrence! What about the Lawrence man? Let him come over to replace Barry. Remember to tell him to be careful. If he misses something, I will ask the leader to drive him away later!"

This middle-aged lady has a mean face. When all the staff at the door saw her, they lowered their heads as if they saw a natural enemy, and only dared to do the work at hand submissively.

After a while, a smiling young man came out of the theater.

There was something comical about him when he showed up.

The middle-aged lady sternly warned:

"There is no room for mistakes in today's work. The people you receive are either rich or expensive. If something goes wrong, you know what will happen!"

"Yes, Mrs. Jess!"

The young man seemed eager to seize this opportunity, and kept nodding and bowing.

Under the critical eyes of the middle-aged lady.

He set to work methodically.

It was beyond everyone's expectations.

He did a good job, even better than other professional ticket inspectors.

He seems to have practiced countless times in advance of every process involved in the ticket checking work, and the handling is impeccable.

Even when encountering some unexpected small situations, he can deal with them gracefully.

quickly.

The accumulation of people at the entrance of the theater has been alleviated.

The middle-aged lady was still staring at Lawrence's back with stern eyes.

The latter seemed invisible, just doing his work in silence.

It was the turn of the two of Matthew.

Lorraine handed over the ticket.

The other party showed a very standard bright smile, showing all the white teeth and even the rosy roots:

"Hello, there is no problem with your ticket. You can choose to go to the box on the second floor, or you can watch our performance up close in the first row on the first floor."

Lawrence laughed.

Lorraine responded with the same bright smile:

"We don't go to the box, we sit in the first row."

"Okay sir, I'll arrange a manpower for you right away."

Lawrence shouted a few times into the theater.

Not long after, a big-armed female worker came to lead the way.

Lawrence returned the ticket to Lorraine:

"Thank you for your support of Southern Drama Theater, I wish you a good night."

He said the same thing to Matthew.

Matthew nodded politely.

When the two passed by, he suddenly noticed that the tip of the other's nose was a little unnaturally crimson.

"In fact, there are many strange sayings in Zeshui City. In addition to going out after dark is safer, there is also a saying that "the employees of the Southern Drama Theater will not get sick." "

on the first row of seats.

Lorraine stretched comfortably, and chatted to Matthew:
"But the child just now obviously had a fever, so this statement is self-defeating."

Matthew replied:

"When I just walked down from the top, I heard many people discussing this matter. Several people swore that none of the staff of the drama theater had been ill before. If what they said was true, then the The waiter who fell down was the first person in the theater to get sick."

"is it?"

Lorraine became energetic as if he had discovered a blind spot:
"Does this mean that something special will happen tonight?"

Matthew looked at him playfully:
"I should ask you this, right? Gossip, or speculation?"

Lorraine shrugged:

"Frequent use of abilities will lose a lot of fun in life. Tonight, I just want to be an ordinary audience."

Matthew smiled and said nothing more.

People in the theater arrived one after another.

The warm-up show has already begun on the stage.

A good show.

Start immediately.

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(End of this chapter)