A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

  Chapter 18 Artisan Conservation Society

  …

   "Boss, look there's a hut there!"

   As he spoke, he was about to walk over.

   "Don't go, Mobley!"

   Dean suddenly stopped the tall man's rash move.

   "Follow me, immediately, immediately!"

   Dean said as he quickly retreated out of the forest.

   Mobley didn't know why, but he followed Dean obediently.

   until completely out of the woods.

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

   "Before I 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 forest.

  Matthew's figure quietly emerged.

   His shoulder.

  An oak tree goblin is chattering about something.

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

  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. Perhaps the progress of the task will be updated only after he collects enough information.

   Compare.

  He prefers to trust his instincts.

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

   Matthew asked the leprechaun on his shoulder.

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

  …

   the next day.

   Public Security Station.

Snapped!

  Two lifelike portraits were photographed on Brad's desk.

  Brad was still eating breakfast. When he saw Matthew, he wiped the bread crumbs from his beard and hurriedly asked, "Is there a problem 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 was not worried that Brad would not 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 the common sense of most people.

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

  Although Rolling Stone Town is a remote place, there is no shortage of warrior elites. It is said that Rega, the Lord of the Blood Banner, is a Tier 4 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 but joked: "The oak elves may be the most picky about appearance in the world, and their princess is the best among them. They prefer handsome guys and teenagers."

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

  Brad suddenly dissatisfied:

  …

   "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 am only twenty-four years old this year!

  Same age as you, Matthew! "

  …

  Matthew shrugged:

   "Say hello to Miss Liz for me."

   Said he left the security station.

  …

   Trade Zone.

   Agricultural Products 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 struggles to squeeze through a bullock cart loaded with turnips and lettuce leaves.

  Come to a corner of the market.

  Under the shack.

  A young man with long hair was glancing at the waists of the people passing by with twinkling eyes.

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

  Matthew slapped him on the shoulder unceremoniously.

   Jeff was startled.

   "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 fairly fair, but unfortunately his hands and feet are not clean, and he was caught stealing several times.

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

   At that time, Jeff was very 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.

  …

   Picked two small bags of seeds as usual.

  Matthew flipped through the pages, frowning:

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

"Really? No way!" Jeff was a little nervous: "I said I want the best seeds, and that fat man told me that they come from the druid order, and the quality is absolutely good...fuck it , I knew that the words of human beings cannot be trusted!"

   Matthew shook his head.

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

  These seeds are plump and vigorous on the surface.

   But its interior seems to have been roughly destroyed by a force.

   Want to use these seeds for germination.

  The seedling rate is less than one out of 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 Warden 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 said with a sad face: "Then I might really have to go back to my old job!"

  Matthew glanced at him unceremoniously:

   "As you like, but next time you get caught, no one will care about you."

   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 has carried him many times, but this is also the first time something went wrong.

   "The next time you go to buy seeds, you must find a local druid. The humans there are no different from us here. It is 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 a tree 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 it won't work. 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 not try the Craftsmen Preservation Society? They have locksmiths there, too."

   "Craftsman 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 put much thought into 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 five-member committee who is willing to do practical things, and the craftsmen love him."

   "The association building is just north of the craftsman 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.

   People seem to be getting more and more.

  …

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

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

  The door is open.

   "Boom, boom, boom!" He knocked on the door and looked inside.

  There is only one man in his thirties 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 this was where locksmiths hang out."

  Richard put down the book and made a joke:

   "It turns out that Mr. Matthew 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?"

  Matthew nodded.

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

   Richard asked hesitantly.

  Matthew simply took out the Psalm of Defense.

   "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.

  I heard him say hesitantly:

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

  Matthew passed the book without hesitation—

  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 blame him for fear of breaking it?"

   Matthew thought so.

  Richard's fingertips just touched the steel lock that guards the poem.

  But there was a 'snap'—

  The lock opened automatically!

  …

  In the office.

  A piece of tranquility.

   "What! You have opened this lock! Why are you so careless?"

  Richard said with a smile.

  Matthew stared at him without saying a word.

   Half a minute later.

   "Or maybe it's just luck? It seems to open itself..."

  Richard had a flash of regret in his eyes.

   Matthew is still organizing the language.

  Richard was relieved and said:

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

  Matthew replied: "OK!"

   Then he glanced at the record bar.

  …

  「Reminder: Richard opened the 'Guardian Psalm' for you with his almighty hand!

  …

  Remarks: All-round dexterity, the fifth-level ability of a thief, can unlock 95% of the physical locks in the world with bare hands, and 60% of the magic locks below the fifth level.”

  …

  (end of this chapter)