The necromancer just wants to plant trees

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

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

"Don't go there, Mobley!"

Dean suddenly stopped the tall man's rash move.

"Come with me, now, now!"

Dean said as he quickly retreated out of the woods.

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

Until you leave the woods completely.

Mobley couldn't help but ask:

"Why retreat? Let me tell you, we can set a fire and burn this place down! I can feel that this place is full of life. If the fire is strong enough, we may be able to move forward a lot on the road to legend. cut!"

Dean also had a look of emotion on his face.

But soon.

He shook his head: "I have told you and others in the Brotherhood many times that the most important quality of an arsonist is restraint! It is easy to vent your burning desires, but it is not easy to escape unscathed. "

"Looking carefully at this forest, it is obviously newly cultivated, and the hut - I just sensed the smell of the realm in the forest! This means that there is at least a powerful Druid nearby, and Hesse is probably dead in his hand."

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

Mobley scratched the back of his head, disapproving:

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

Dean looked at him angrily:

"Intelligence needs to be updated. Let's deal with it outside tonight. Tomorrow we will go to the city to collect intelligence. After we are fully prepared, we will formulate a plan and then take action!"

"do you understand?"

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

The two avoided the oak forest.

The figure gradually disappeared into the dark night.

The edge of the woods.

Matthew's figure quietly emerged.

on his shoulders.

An oak fairy was chattering.

"These two people are not good people...maybe they are Heisen's associates and members of the Silver Frost Brotherhood?"

Matthew glanced at the taskbar.

The progress of maintenance tasks is not updated.

But he didn't take it lightly.

In his opinion, the system is not omnipotent. Perhaps the progress of the task will be updated only after he has collected enough information.

In comparison.

He prefers to trust his instincts.

"Do you remember the appearance of those two people?"

Matthew asked the goblin on his shoulder.

The latter showed a proud look, and then rubbed hard 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 the crumbs on his beard and asked quickly: "Is there a problem with these two people?"

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

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

"But today is the first day of the Chun Zhi Festival market. There are a lot of people in the town. I have to prioritize the safety of the people."

Matthew understood.

He was not worried whether Brad would be a match for the two of them. The captain of the defense team was already a peak third-level warrior at a young age, and it was no problem to challenge Hesse alone.

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

As everyone knows.

Battles below level five still follow most people’s common sense.

In addition to the miracles that legal professionals can create, when warriors fight each other, more people beat fewer people, armor beats civilians, which is always the unbreakable principle of victory!

Although Rolling Stone Town is a remote area, there is no shortage of elite warriors. It is said that Blood Banner Lord Rhaegar himself is a fourth-level warrior!

The only thing missing here is the spell caster.

"These two paintings are very good. Can you introduce the artist to me?"

Brad said as he looked at the two portraits.

Matthew couldn't help but joked: "Oak fairies may be the most picky creatures in the world about their appearance, and their princesses are the best among them. They prefer handsome boys and teenagers."

"As for you, I'm not telling you, Brad, you look at least forty years old... Unless you shave, they may not want to see you."

Brad was immediately dissatisfied and said:

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

And what happened to my beard?

Don't you think it makes me look manly?

As for age, I am only twenty-four years old!

Same age as you, Matthew! "

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Matthew shrugged:

"Say hello to Ms. Lizzie for me."

With that said, he left the police station.

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trade area.

Produce Street.

Today is the opening day of the Spring Festival Market.

Residents of the farms and villages surrounding Rolling Stone Town gathered here.

The streets were crowded with people, and there was a rush of people.

Matthew struggled to squeeze past an ox cart loaded with daikon 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 everyone passing by with twinkling eyes.

"Jeff! Stop looking, no one can protect you if you steal again!"

Matthew slapped him on the shoulder rudely.

Jeff was startled.

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

He explained two sentences.

Seeing that Matthew had no intention of arguing with him.

So he breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's still oak seeds, right? By the way, the green growth liquid is gone. The druid from before is gone. I haven't found a new purchase channel yet."

Jeff is a businessman.

He travels between Rolling Stone Town and Watcher Heights, making a living selling specialties from both places.

The prices for his goods were quite fair, but unfortunately his hands and feet were 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 smooth the relationship.

At that time, Jeff burst into tears of gratitude and said that he would never be a 'three-hander' again.

However, Matthew did not trust him gullibly. If it were not for the fact that there were very few merchants traveling to and from Watcher Highlands, and the oak seeds he needed were only available to the druids there, he would not have helped to intercede.

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I picked two small bags of seeds as usual.

Matthew flipped through the pages and frowned:

"The quality of these seeds is not very good."

"Really? No way!" Jeff was a little nervous: "I said I wanted the best seed, and the fat man told me that it came from within the Druid Order, and the quality is absolutely high... Damn Yes, I know that human words cannot be trusted!"

Matthew shook his head.

He has set foot in the realm of oak trees and perceives nature clearly.

The seeds appear plump and vibrant.

But its interior seemed to have been violently destroyed by a force.

I want to use these seeds to germinate.

The seedling rate is less than one in ten.

This is completely different from the seed quality provided by Jeff before!

"Did you buy it from the human merchant in Watcher's Heights?"

Matthew pondered.

"Yes, I just told you that the druid from before is missing. There seems to be some trouble in the forest over there... Matthew, you don't want this batch of goods, right?"

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

Matthew glanced at him unceremoniously:

"Do whatever you want, 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 20% 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, be sure to find a local druid. The humans there are no different from us here. It's too common to pass off inferior quality seeds."

Deal closed, Matthew admonished.

"I understand, but it's a pity that I can't tell the quality of seeds." Jeff said regretfully: "But there is news about the 'germination technique' you asked me to inquire about before. If you need it, I will buy it directly next time you go there. That spell book."

Matthew nodded.

The druid's germination technique can speed up the germination of seeds into seedlings.

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

After all, the steps to planting a tree are closely linked.

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

"correct."

Matthew was about to leave, but suddenly remembered the dark history of Jeff's "Three Hands", and asked one more question:

"Can you pick a lock?"

"Yes...but I haven't driven it in a long time," Jeff replied.

"Can you open this lock?"

Matthew handed over the copy of the Guardian Psalm.

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. I definitely can't open it with my skills."

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

Split?

What a joke!

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

"No, thanks."

Matthew took back the spell book calmly.

Jeff reluctantly looked at the silver rim above:

"Why not try the Craftsmen's Protection Association? They also have locksmiths there."

"Artisans Protection Association?"

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

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

"Yes, it is an organization established under the leadership of Mr. Richard. It is said to protect the legitimate rights and interests of craftsmen. Many carpenters, masons, and workshop workers are members of the association."

Jeff said admiringly: "Mr. Richard is a true gentleman, isn't he? He is one of the few people in the five-person committee who is willing to do practical things, and the craftsmen love him very much."

"The association building is just north of the craftsman area. You should know the way, right?"

Thanks for the advice Jeff.

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

At the market.

There seemed to be more and more people.

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The building of the Craftsman Protection Association is deserted, in sharp contrast to the trade area.

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

The door is open.

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

There was only one man in his thirties in the office.

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

"Mr. Richard?"

Matthew was a little surprised:

"I thought this was a hangout for locksmiths."

Richard put down the book and joked:

"It turns out to be Mr. Matthew, who is only one step away from an outstanding citizen. Please come in."

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

Matthew nodded slightly.

He was just about to leave.

Richard suddenly asked: "Do you need someone to unlock the door?"

Matthew nodded.

"Well, what kind of lock is it? A household one or..."

Richard asked hesitantly.

Matthew simply took out the guarding poem.

"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. It's just that I am its new owner."

Richard nodded thoughtfully.

Then he maintained this posture for a long time.

Matthew was a little strange.

It's been a long time.

Then I heard him say hesitantly:

"Well, bring it here and I'll help you open it and take a look."

Matthew didn’t hesitate and handed the book over——

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 indeed a bit strange.

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

Matthew thought so.

Richard's fingertips just touched the steel lock guarding the poem.

But listen to the ‘pop’ sound——

The lock actually opened automatically!

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In the office.

There was silence.

"What! Your lock is already open! Why are you so careless?"

Richard said with a smile.

Matthew stared at him in silence.

Half a minute later.

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

There was a flash of regret in Richard's eyes.

Matthew is still organizing the language.

Richard was relieved and said:

"Then just think that I helped you open this lock. How about buying me a drink at the Green Vineyard Tavern?"

Matthew responded: "Okay!"

Then he glanced at the logs.

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"Tip: Richard used his almighty hand to open the 'Guardian Psalm' for you!

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Note: The almighty dexterous hand, the fifth-level thief’s ability, can open 95% of the physical locks in the world with his bare hands, and 60% of the magical locks below the fifth level.”

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