The necromancer just wants to plant trees

…

"Forbidden ritual?"

Alice's voice was slightly colder.

Matthew didn’t hear it for a moment and smiled sheepishly:

"In fact, I plan to apply for a grant from the Alliance for the research and application of this ritual. I remember that Alliance members have similar rights, right?"

When Alice heard this, her eyes widened in disbelief.

She quickly reached back with her right hand, and was about to take out something from the large robe, but Fandral held her down.

"Alice, calm down. You are no longer a field officer of Mount Blackso. You have no law enforcement authority now."

While speaking, Fandral forcefully pushed the hard thing back.

Then he dragged Alice to another corner of the living room. The two of them pushed for a while, and Alice's robe opened a corner.

Matthew glanced at it and vaguely saw the outline of a pair of magic handcuffs.

At this time, the two of them had arrived in the garden.

Alice growled at Fandral:

"Did you hear what he was saying just now? He wants to hold a scorched earth death ceremony and apply for funds from the alliance! Even Guan...even someone recommended by Lord Ronan can't do whatever he wants, right?"

Fandral said helplessly:

"When can you change the bad temper you developed in the field? Maybe Mr. Matthew has other reasons? And even if he really has a problem, we only need to record the problem truthfully, and then the field personnel will naturally go there. Find him."

Alice sarcastically said:

"Record? How to record, using the method you taught me? Didn't you see those ridiculous things I just wrote on the paper? Isn't that enough?"

Fandral sighed and stopped talking.

Alice calmed down for a moment, with a slight look of guilt on her face:

"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive. I know you taught me what you did for my own good. I'm still not qualified for clerical work. Maybe field service is more suitable for me. I'll apply for a job transfer after I return this time."

"But I must take care of this Matthew matter. Even Ronan has no reason to let a necromancer spread the forbidden ritual."

Fandral sighed and said:

"That's what the investigation team should do. We are only responsible for the onboarding assessment of new personnel. And how are you going to investigate?"

He just finished speaking.

A curious voice sounded:

"Are you here to investigate Matthew?"

"I have a problem to report."

The two looked at the tauren skeleton that suddenly appeared next to them in shock.

Alice's eyes lit up:

"You want to accuse your master?"

The tauren skeleton nodded vigorously:

"I have long been dissatisfied with him."

Alice asked expectantly:

"Did he do something heinous to you?"

"Oh, of course."

The tauren skeleton complained:

"He hasn't given me a salary increase for many years! Can you report the problem and punish him severely - but not too harshly, as long as he can wake up in time and give me a salary increase. That’s it.”

Alice was stunned for a moment.

Before the two of them could react.

Matthew had strode over from the direction of the living room.

"Hey, Matthew, are you planning to kill someone?"

Paige asked.

The two of them suddenly became extremely nervous.

Matthew scolded:

"Don't joke around in this situation, Peggy!"

Immediately he said decisively to the two of them:

"I just forgot to add that the reason why I researched and prepared the ritual of the Scorched Earth of Death is to fight against the Mark of the Dead. It is located northeast of Rolling Stone Town. If you have done your homework before coming here, you should know this stuff."

Said, in order to prevent bloody misunderstandings.

He quickly explained what had happened.

Fandal breathed a sigh of relief immediately after hearing this, and said with a smile:

"I knew this was a misunderstanding. How could Mr. Ronan recommend a lawless person!"

Alice still looked suspicious.

Matthew said generously:

"I can take you to the place where I prepare the ceremony. It's not far from here."

Fandral waved his hand with a smile:

"No need, we believe you."

However, Alice insisted:

"Please be sure to take me over to have a look. I'm not targeting you, but what you said is a bit fantastical. I have to witness it with my own eyes."

Fandral's face turned green and he was about to continue to persuade Alice.

Matthew waved his hand:

"Come on, we're leaving now."

As he spoke, he grabbed a large handful of hay, took the three sheep, and walked leisurely towards the oak forest.

Along the way.

Alice walked alone with a stiff expression.

Matthew is still discussing grant applications with Vandal.

Faced with Matthew’s various doubts, Fandal enthusiastically explained:

"Although the Alliance has suspended the public project of Mark of the Dead, in fact, if you are willing to study it and can come up with a feasible and feasible plan, the above will most likely allocate funds, and it is very likely that it will be done in accordance with the S-grade ratings carry additional project subsidies.

With your level of excellence, Mr. Matthew, as long as you apply, there is a high probability that the project will be approved, and then there will be a fund for the project.

If you can pass the feasibility verification, subsequent funds will be available soon. Of course, this stage is not easy.

But once you succeed, you will gain huge rewards. In addition to abundant funds, you can also recruit some mage apprentices through this project, and they will work for you for free.

If your project is popular enough, they may even pay to join the project.

After all, this kind of resume is very important for the job rating within the league. "

While Fandral was talking to Matthew, he used a magic brush to write something down on the paper:

"In order to fight against the Mark of the Dead, Mr. Matthew did not hesitate to risk his own life to study forbidden rituals. This shows that he has a selfless spirit of sacrifice."

Alice glanced at the floating paper and subconsciously tightened her comments.

After a long time, he slowly let go.

…

The group passed through an oak forest.

Fandral couldn't help but praise:

"The air here is filled with a fragrant smell. I just saw a sign outside - Is this forest farm your private property?"

Matthew nodded.

Fandral exclaimed:

"You are really discerning in buying such a relaxing forest."

Even Alice couldn't help but say:

"The vitality of these oak trees is incredible. It's really a nice forest."

Matthew thought to himself that these oak trees were almost draining the earth, could they not have enough vitality?

He didn't explain much at the moment, he just smiled and led the two of them through the woods and arrived near the Trace of the Dead in the northeast.

Once leaving the oak forest.

Alice and Fandral were shocked by the number of undead in front of them.

But soon.

Their attention was attracted by the Mark of the Dead.

Matthew led them through the zombies and came to a hillside only about thirty meters away from the Trace of the Dead.

He pointed to the long strip of land in front of him that was marked with tree branches and said:

"That's the experimental field where I plan to hold the scorched earth ceremony of death."

"It is about 10 meters long and 2 meters wide. It is located at the forefront of the expansion of the Mark of the Dead."

"You two, you should know that the Trace of the Dead has been expanding, but compared to the past few years, it has become more active. According to the current progress, it will soon threaten Rolling Stone Town. If left unchecked, this place Residents may have to leave their homes, which would be a disaster."

Alice looked at it carefully for a while.

She found many prefabricated symbols related to necromancy rituals on that land.

"What's going on with that blank spot?"

She suddenly asked, pointing to a gap in the experimental field.

Matthew took a look:

"That is used to place the boundary heart stone. The ceremony still needs to be approved by the local lord. Before that, I will not act rashly."

Alice's tone softened:

"You have a good relationship with the local lord?"

Matthew thought for a while:

"It's okay, but I heard he withheld the honor of being a good citizen that was rightfully mine."

A little doubt appeared in Alice's eyes again.

At this moment.

There was sudden movement in the Mark of the Dead——

An ashes pawn suddenly crawled out of the scorched earth and rushed towards Matthew and the others!

"Get out of the way!"

Fandral nervously took out his staff.

But someone was much faster than him.

Whoosh!

A sharp arrow penetrated the chest of the soldier, who wailed and suddenly turned into a pile of black dust and scattered sparks.

Just as Fandral and Alice breathed a sigh of relief.

Matthew scolded dissatisfiedly:

"Renesmee!"

"How many times have I told you not to shoot the pawns with white feather arrows? Just let the soldiers handle them!"

"Arrows cost money!"

Renesmee put down the elven longbow and looked at Matthew innocently, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth unconsciously.

Matthew frowned, took out a handkerchief, and quickly stepped forward to wipe the corners of her mouth clean.

"A soldier!"

He shouted:

"Go and get the arrow back for her!"

When A Bing, who was fishing, heard this, he helplessly disappeared into the air.

After a few seconds.

The white-feathered arrow with a slightly blunted arrowhead appeared again in the quiver that Matthew had given to Renesmee.

"Don't forget your skills in maintaining arrows!"

Matthew gave some instructions before returning to the assessment duo.

"Excuse me."

Matthew apologized.

Alice shook her head and looked at Matthew curiously:

"Mr. Matthew's way of getting along with the undead seems a little special?"

She couldn't help but recall the Minotaur skeleton she saw at Matthew's house.

Matthew was surprised and said:

"Is there any? I don't know. I haven't had much dealings with other necromancers."

"Speaking of which, are there many necromancers in the alliance?"

Fandral shook his head and said:

“Very few, this is mainly related to the history of White Rock City.

The first-generation city lord of White Rock City was originally a high-level leader of the alliance, but he had a conflict with the seven mages at the time and finally chose to leave.

After that, he founded White Rock City, gathered a large number of necromancers, and relied on the artifact "Chain of Human Desire" to create his own advancement of necromancers, and also promulgated the famous City Lord's Code.

You should know these Matthews better than we do.

For some unknown reasons, the historical alliance was once hostile to White Rock City.

Although there was reconciliation later, each generation of White Rock City Lords would also hold a vacant position within the alliance, but other necromancers would hardly join the alliance, and the alliance would not take the initiative to absorb necromancers.

This is probably a tacit agreement reached between the top management and Baiyan City.

You are obviously an exception. "

After Fandral finished speaking.

Alice suddenly bowed deeply to Matthew:

"Sorry, Mr. Matthew, I was too impulsive before. I misunderstood you. I thought you were like the Necromancer of White Rock City, always doing evil things under the guise of legitimacy..."

"If you hold the Scorched Earth of Death to protect the residents of Rolling Stone Town and to contain the Scar of the Dead from moving south, not only will this not affect your entry assessment, it may also become a bonus."

"Anyway, I apologize for my impulsiveness just now."

Matthew waved his hand nonchalantly:

"The misunderstanding is that it will be fine if it is cleared up."

Alice said seriously:

"According to your accomplishments in necromancy, I'm afraid our previous evaluations were a bit superfluous. I have never heard of any third-level mage who can control such a number of undead. Your summons are also different. For those lifeless guys, I can feel that they seem to have the same spirituality as the living people."

"Well, if you don't mind, I will need to verify the situation with the local lord later. If it is true, I will apologize to you again, and then your entry assessment will be no problem with me."

Fandral was too lazy to talk about her.

Matthew didn’t care even more:

"There's no need to apologize. If you can truthfully report the situation here, it would be great to get assistance from the alliance for me."

Alice wonders:

"I'm afraid this won't work. As entry assessors, we still have to avoid suspicion in the open."

"But I can give you a few templates. You can draft two applications according to these templates and submit them through your referrer channel. One of them is to apply for permission to use the "Forbidden Ritual". If you act without permission, you will be Problems may arise if you bump into law enforcers from other factions in the alliance; the other is a project application for "Scars of the Dead". "

"With your channels, these two applications should be approved soon, and there should be no problems after that."

Fandral turned his head away when he heard this.

He didn't seem to want to comment on the topic.

"By the way, after you officially become a member of the alliance, you will be assigned a "supervisory mentor". He will be responsible for assessing and evaluating your newcomer period for the next three years. Generally speaking, the supervisory mentor himself is also very good. Busy, the so-called assessment is just a process, you just need to visit regularly. "

Alice added.

Matthew thanked Alice sincerely.

The two then said goodbye and left.

Matthew watched them leave on a thick blue magic carpet.

then.

He subconsciously looked towards the open space to the north, where several zombies were digging holes.

Look at the big and small potholes.

Matthew's hands immediately felt itchy.

“You’re here, let’s plant a few more trees!”

A few minutes later.

Above the clouds, the magic carpet goes and comes back.

"Alice, I've said it many times, don't make things more complicated!"

Fandral's voice was obviously unhappy:

"Can't you just say some nice things randomly and report Matthew to him?"

"You promised me before!"

Alice said a little guiltily:

"I'm sorry, I planned to do as you said, but when it comes to such a sensitive matter, I can't go against my conscience."

"You know, I used to catch those mages who committed crimes in Heisuo Mountain. At least half of them were necromancers. I really couldn't convince myself to turn a blind eye."

"I have to see what he's like when we're not here."

Fandral looked at her disapprovingly.

The latter lowered his head and kept apologizing, but remained stubborn.

Fandral reluctantly lowered the height of the magic carpet:

"Hush, I'm not sure if the invisibility effect of this thing can be hidden from Ronan's disciples."

Alice nodded vigorously.

The two descended secretly.

quickly.

They saw Matthew's figure.

But I saw him carrying a bag of saplings, happily walking through the zombie crowd, and then carefully transplanting one of the saplings into the pit.

Immediately next to him, a zombie boy waved a shovel and filled it with a thin layer of cooked soil.

Matthew was skilled in his techniques. He poured some quick-growing potion mixed with water, and the sapling grew into an oak tree three or four people tall in a few minutes!

"What is this necromancer doing?"

Both of them were shocked by the scene in front of them.

"Planting trees?"

Fandral replied uncertainly.

"I know, I just want to ask, why did he plant the tree?"

Alice asked doubtfully.

"I don't know, maybe a hobby?"

Fandral tried to speculate:

"Maybe he has been in contact with the undead for too long, is under a lot of pressure, and needs a way to vent?"

As he spoke, he almost looked full of disbelief.

"etc!"

Alice suddenly thought of something:

"The oak forest we just saw was planted by him alone, right?"

The two looked at each other.

After a long time, Fandal hesitated and said:

"It shouldn't be... right?"

…

The floating city in the far north.

In a magnificent library.

With the appearance of a man wearing a pure white robe, the bookcases on both sides fell backwards like gears spinning.

The man stepped out, and the bottom of his feet was the endless starry sky.

Every step he took seemed to span an entire era.

The man came to the end of the library.

There was an ancient long table with thick books placed on it. On one of the books lay a scroll dragon with a lazy look and a blue head and skin.

Sitting behind the table was a woman who looked to be in her twenties.

Her skin was white and translucent, her lips were almost bloodless, and her hair was pure white, spreading like a waterfall on the floor full of stars.

"This is a list of recent newcomers to the league."

The man handed over a piece of paper respectfully.

If there were anyone around at this time, they would definitely be surprised by the man's attitude, and at the same time they would also be extremely curious about the identity of the white-haired woman - after all, the first person among the seven major members of the alliance could be the chief mage of the Far North Floating City. Ekmund showed such a respectful attitude, which was rare in the entire Iron Dor continent.

The white-haired woman looked at the names on the list and said:

"You don't have to be like this, Ekmund, I am a sinner expelled from the Alliance."

Ekmund bent down lower:

"You will always be my teacher."

"In fact, as long as you no longer publicly promote that desperate theory, you will always be the number one mage in the alliance, and I believe others will have no objections."

The woman snorted:

"You are the only ones who want to shut my mouth?"

Ekmund said hurriedly:

"I didn't mean that, teacher."

The woman crumpled the paper into a ball:

"It's boring. Isn't there an interesting newcomer in the alliance? Even if he can't be like Ronan back then, he must at least be on Blinken's level, right? By the way, where is Blinken?"

Ekmund said awkwardly:

"Lord Isabel, Blinken has been rebelling for many years."

The white-haired woman's eyes froze, and at that moment, stories from several eras seemed to drift through her eyes.

"Really? My mental condition seems to be getting worse."

Isabel said nonchalantly:

"Blinken has rebelled, so you just capture him, just like you did to me."

Ekmund said with sweat profusely:

"Teacher, when I..."

Isabel stopped him with a look of boredom on her face:

"I hate explanations and nonsense. The only thing that can prove your loyalty to me is action."

"If you didn't stand by my side and kill the other two idiots with me, don't act like you are loyal to me."

Ekmund was silent.

At this moment, the skylight at the top of the library was pushed open, and a snowy owl dropped in a brand new letter.

There is a dark red magic mark painted on the Snow Owl's forehead.

Ekmund took the letter, his expression suddenly became a little strange, and after a moment, he hesitantly handed over the letter:

"The alliance has just recruited a new person. He was recommended by Ronan. His resume is also very interesting. Do you want to take a look?"

Isabel took the information casually.

Just one glance.

She patted the table gently:

"I want all his information within a minute."

"By the way, has his supervisor been appointed? It doesn't matter if he is appointed, just let him go."

"I will be this newcomer's mentor."

…