A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 461 Evidence of Murder and the Feast of Killing

 …

 Angela looked a little nervous.

She adjusted her breathing and said with some difficulty:

“This matter is of great concern, so I’m afraid I can only publish it anonymously.”

“It may take more time for the news to spread more widely...”

 Matthew waved his hand:

"It doesn't matter."

 “No matter what form you use, just pass the news on to me.”

“Shall I pay you a fee—cash, or knowledge points?”

Angela’s eyes suddenly widened:

 “Are you willing to pay with knowledge points?”

Matthew hummed softly.

Looking at the ecstatic Angela, Matthew couldn't help but feel that knowledge points were indeed more precious than anything else to the middle- and lower-class Alliance mages.

 The moment.

 He took out his spell license and quickly transferred a sum of knowledge points.

 The transfer method is anonymous by choice.

 Seeing the sudden extra fortune on his spell license.

 Angela’s chest rose and fell more intensely:

 “Did you, did you overpay?”

 “This money, this money can buy the entire alchemy workshop!”

Matthew smiled:

"very good."

“From now on, this alchemy workshop and both of you will be mine.”

 Angela had no objection.

 She just looked at Matthew cautiously:

 “I don’t know your name yet.”

Matthew waved his hand indifferently:

“After this incident is over, you will know my identity.”

“Don’t worry, I’m just joking with you, I don’t mean to occupy your property.”

"It's just that during this period, all the resources in this workshop, including you and Myrtle, as well as your connections and resources, must obey my orders, do you understand?"

Angela nodded obediently:

"Understood!"

Matthew then retrieved some intelligence documents, and after chatting with Angela for a few words, he planned to leave.

 In front of the workshop door.

 He suddenly turned around and asked:

“By the way, what happened to the butcher shop that Myrtle mentioned earlier?”

Angela’s cheeks were flushed, but she still confessed honestly:

“For a period of time, there was a shortage of supplies in the city, especially meat.”

“My alchemy workshop is on the verge of bankruptcy again. In order to alleviate this situation, I used some alchemy techniques appropriately to transform a batch of meat and sell it cheaply to people in the city.”

“So for a while, our alchemy workshop also sold some meat...”

 It turns out that it literally means selling meat.

Matthew felt funny in his heart.

But he also felt a little strange:

“Alchemy cannot violate the principle of equivalent exchange?”

 “How did you conjure flesh out of thin air?”

Angela coughed:

"Yes."

 “So I asked Myrtle to go to the sewer and catch a lot of mice...”

“After removing the bacteria and plague from their bodies, I turned the mouse meat into duck meat. In fact, after the transformation in the alchemy ceremony site, it became real clean duck meat, and it tastes pretty good...”

“As long as we don’t know the specific origin, the wealthy businessmen in the city who come to buy meat will have a good time eating it...”

Angela defended in a pale tone.

Matthew was silent for a long time before he whispered:

 “Don’t do that next time.”

 Then he turned and left.

Angela watched Matthew go away, and around the corner after walking out of the door, a tall and graceful woman greeted her.

She couldn't help but take another look.

But he met those eyes as cold as icebergs.

Angela couldn't help but shudder.

 Hurry and shrink back to the store.

 “Myrtle, myrtle!”

 She yelled inside.

　　Until the girl reluctantly walked out of the laboratory holding an owl with bleeding eyes.

 Angela said to her solemnly:

 “We seem to have hit upon a development opportunity.”

“The Alliance mage just now, his status is probably very extraordinary!”

Myrtle put down her owl, sat on a chair, and raised her chin with one hand:

“Then did you sell our duck meat to him?”

Angela glared at her:

 “Forget about the duck meat from the sewers!”

 “What I’m telling you is business!”

"Now, notify your friends and find a way to spread the news..."

"My sister, there are not many opportunities in one's life to meet a noble person who can easily change one's destiny. I'm afraid the one who just left is the one!"

 “We have to do what we are told!”

Myrtle put her chin in one hand:

“So as long as I can please that gentleman, I can continue to study topics related to the dragon’s hymen?”

Angela couldn't help rolling her eyes.

 After a while.

She gritted her teeth and said:

"Can."

 …

 At noon.

 Matthew and Ordesia, the mother of the black dragon, walked side by side on the streets of the City of Order.

 This is the busiest commercial street in the city—

The Avenue of Truth.

Even affected by the recent mass murder of the Sons of the Murder God, the flow of people on the street is said to be slightly less than usual, but Matthew can feel the crowds of people every time he crosses the road.

“This is much busier than Rolling Stone City.”

Matthew sighed softly.

The Avenue of Truth is extremely wide. The central section can accommodate eight carriages running side by side, and there are special pedestrian paths on both sides.

not far away.

 An elemental life is doing its duty faithfully—

 It’s also interesting to say.

The elements born in the chaotic ether naturally love order. Most elemental beings will become supporters of the local stable order. This is most reflected in the city of order.

 “Canning’s prosperity is deserved.”

Ordesia responded softly:

“This is based on the fact that several nearby secondary planes are uninhabited except for the necessary working population.”

"I once had the honor to visit Harvest Town, a town with developed agriculture. It was originally a secondary plane with a large population. Now, except for a group of professional farmers who have obtained licenses from the Truth Sect, the rest of the population is just The knights stationed in the town are gone."

“They drove everyone to the main material world, leaving behind empty sub-planes. Different sub-planes are used to extract different resources, among which human resources have also become one of the objects being squeezed—

A large number of subdimensional residents, after losing their land and being forced into the city, can only work for the wealthy class in the city to make a living. They are nominally free, but in fact they are not much different from slaves. "

 “This is not exclusive to Canning.”

"In fact, I have observed that most of the well-developed northern cities are either natural transportation hubs, trading ports, or like Canning, they have a large amount of colonial-like land."

“If we don’t squeeze something out from other places, the rulers’ lives will not be so comfortable.”

 “This is probably an inescapable law on this land.”

 Matthew nodded slightly.

　　Ordesia’s choice of words was still subtle.

 It’s not just the north, how is it different in the south?

  No matter where you are, exploitation and oppression always exist objectively, but the objects being exploited are different.

“If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, it would be hard for me to imagine that such an influential religious group is still active under the Seven Saints Alliance.”

Along the way.

Matthew had already seen seven or eight believers dressed in the sect of truth explaining the Great Monument method to people along the street.

  The traces of mage rule are completely invisible here.

 The flags of the Ingram family were erected or hung everywhere on the streets, and those who walked around actively were members of the Truth Sect.

Ordesia replied calmly:

 “This is also not surprising.”

“There are many city-states in the North, and there are many city-states that are not included in the Hundred City Plan. Similar religious groups are active, but their influence is not as exaggerated as the Truth Sect.”

“The mages had no interest in directly ruling the mortals of these small city-states, so they naturally ceded their power.”

"And power cannot exist for a long time. If mages are unwilling to occupy it, others will naturally be willing to occupy it. This is inevitable."

“Besides, I personally think that these religions are more like grassroots grassroots mutual aid organizations than beliefs.”

"There is a wide range of mutual help among the bottom believers of the Truth Sect. In one's life, there will always be birth, old age, illness and death, and bad luck is inevitable. Especially ordinary people, sometimes they always need others to help them, and joining a group like the Truth Sect can help Solve a big part of the problem.”

“At least for now, the positive effects of mutual aid among lower-level church members outweigh the negative effects.”

“Do you think so many people in the city believe in truth and order? I don’t think so. I just believe that the benefits outweigh the disadvantages for ordinary people..."

Matthew looked at her with interest:

“You seem to be very knowledgeable in this area?”

Ordesia nodded without hesitation:

 “The power of the extraordinary comes from the top down.”

 “And the power of mortal groups comes from the bottom up.”

“A long time ago, in the Sword of Thorns, I was an ordinary person and participated in similar grassroots groups. However, after I gained the power of the Rootless River, everything changed.”

“Sometimes I miss those days in the past, when I was weak, yet contented and at ease.”

 Speaking of which.

She suddenly looked at Matthew with admiration:

 “But life is not bad now.”

“Honestly, I have never thought that someone could be as bold as you and dare to lead the Ingram family through the city like this..."

As she said that, Ordesia couldn't help but look back at the two men in black robes and cloaks who were following them step by step.

The ones that are clearly the headless Ingram and the hollow Li Ang.

She whispered:

 “If the Ingram family finds out…”

Matthew smiled faintly:

 “If they were sensible enough, they would never admit it was little Ingram.”

 Ordesia was stunned for a moment.

He immediately nodded and said:

 “You’re right!”

 While speaking.

 The two of them came to the end of the Avenue of Truth.

 Continuing to the east, not far away is the Eastern City Gate. After leaving the city, heading northeast all the way to the fertile plains that recently appeared in the Northland -

　　Sword of Thorn Flower.

"You have been away from the Sword of Thorns for so long. I am afraid that your original territory and power have been occupied by others, right?"

Matthew asked suddenly.

Ordesia nodded hesitantly:

 “That’s most likely the case.”

"Perhaps only those who are particularly loyal to my subordinates will keep part of my property."

 Matthew nodded.

 Subsequently.

 He suddenly thrust the staff that exuded bright starlight into the hands of the Black Dragon Mother.

 In Ordesia's surprised eyes.

Matthew said in a deep voice:

 “Now, go get what is yours.”

 Ordesia only hesitated for half a second, then resolutely took the staff!

She blinked and looked at Matthew as if she understood something.

 “If this is your order, then I am willing to carry it out.”

she says.

Matthew nodded:

 “Go.”

 “Do you need me to send these two helpers to help you?”

 He pointed at the two people behind him.

　Ordesia shook her head:

 “I am enough on my own.”

“Believe me, soon, the Sword of Thorns will be your territory.”

 Her words contained irrepressible excitement.

 She raised her scepter, turned it half a circle like a butterfly, and then waved it gently.

 “Hey, no spellcasting allowed here!”

 An earth elemental law enforcer walked over angrily.

　　Boom!

 A loud noise.

The unlucky law enforcer was directly blasted to pieces by a burst of violent arcane energy.

 When the rest of the law enforcers arrived.

Only the remains of a portal are left at the scene.

 Ordesia has long since disappeared.

 Matthew even took little Ingram and Li Ang away from the land of right and wrong early.

 The next few days.

Matthew lives in an inn called "The Cave".

There is an underground tavern behind this hotel, which is one of the most well-informed places in the entire city-state.

Matthew sat in the tavern for several days.

Gradually.

He also has all the rumors and information in the city under his control—

  With the passage of time.

 Mass murders have further expanded.

 A new group of extraordinary beings who claim to be the "descendants of the **** of murder" have appeared.

These people have caused horrific tragedies one after another in public places.

 The strange thing is.

Obviously the elemental law enforcement team has rushed over to pursue him as soon as possible.

 But the perpetrators always managed to escape quietly.

This series of murders has made people in the city panic, and their trust in the officials of the City of Order and the elemental beings has also dropped a lot.

 Some people even doubt it.

These perpetrators are in the same group as the elemental law enforcement team. If the elemental beings don't usually enforce the law so strictly, why can't they catch the lunatics who kill people in public?

 In order to quell public doubts and stabilize the suddenly deteriorating public security.

 Since yesterday.

 City of Order announced the re-implementation of a curfew.

This decree caused dissatisfaction among many people, but they were all suppressed by the Lord Butterfly City. to him.

The top priority is to catch the criminals. Even if we catch one or two, the situation will be better than the current situation.

 The curfew still has its role.

Early this morning.

Matthew then learned a piece of information:

  Elemental Law Enforcement Team captured the body of a murderer officially designated as a "berserker".

 It is not difficult to judge from the traces of fighting left at the scene.

 This berserker died at the hands of another berserker who also claimed to be a descendant of the **** of murder.

The berserk died in a very miserable manner—

His eyes were gouged out, his intestines were pulled out, his chest was opened, the tendons of his hands and feet were severed, and even his **** was cut off and stuffed into his mouth!

  Matthew speculated.

In order to satisfy the rituals related to the murder god, these berserkers must kill at specific times, and the terror they create must be more exaggerated than the last.

 The reason why there was internal fighting between them.

 Maybe it’s also related to the curfew—

 Ordinary people cannot go out on the streets at night.

These two people were probably in a hurry to complete the ritual, and in the end they had no choice but to kill each other.

soon.

 The development of the situation confirmed Matthew's judgment.

 That night there were several more incidents of internal fighting between berserkers.

  The elemental enforcers harvested more corpses.

But they still had no idea how to find the berserker who was still committing murder.

Matthew, who was watching with cold eyes, learned some information by interpreting the ceremony site—

Those berserkers carry a special aura called "Proof of Murder".

 …

“Evidence of murder: After you kill a life, all traces of your murder will be erased. Within a minute, you can perfectly integrate into the group of innocent people.

This aura cannot be broken by prophecy spells. "

 …

 It’s no wonder that the elemental law enforcers couldn’t find the perpetrator.

 Before the source of the halo was found.

 Ordinary people in the entire City of Order will become part of the gluttonous feast of the berserkers!

 Another day passed.

 The third group of berserkers appears.

 They swarmed into the streets, killed some ordinary people randomly, and then left in a big way.

 The elemental enforcers still cannot tell who they are after hiding.

This time the whole city was shocked.

 Many wealthy people have fled the city.

 They fled to Jiandong City in the east.

But for more civilians, the City of Order is already a sacred place that allows them to have a bite to eat in this troubled world. They have no ability to leave here, so they can only hide quietly at home and wait for a turn of events. 's arrival

 But everything always seems to backfire.

 The number of berserkers increased dramatically, and large-scale random killings affected everyone.

 The entire city has entered a state of high martial law.

 But the faint smell of blood still permeates the streets.

 That very afternoon.

 Matthew came to Angela's alchemy workshop again.

 He said to the worried Angela:

 “Help me send another message out, and be quick.”

“The message is this—Tonight, in the Old Theater District, the artifact of the God of Murder will appear on a carriage that drives through the night.”

"And then."

 “Get me a carriage.”

 Angela’s work efficiency is still very high.

soon.

Matthew got his wish and sat in the luxurious carriage.

A Bing turned over and sat on the coachman's seat, skillfully driving the horse forward.

 At dusk.

The carriage stopped quietly near the old site of the Grand Theater.

 In the carriage.

 Matthew is closing his eyes and concentrating.

 He was waiting for night to fall.

at the same time.

　　His soul also quietly came to Paradise Lost.

today.

 It’s a great day in Paradise Lost!

 …

“Prompt: Do you want to spend 300 points of founding energy to resurrect a former lost paradise god?”

 …

 “Resurrection, my old Tai!”

Accompanied by Matthew's playful call.

 Paradise Lost Center.

The strongest soul fire suddenly burst out with bright light.

The incandescent to dazzling light lasted for about seven or eight seconds.

 Following.

　　A handsome elf boy walked out of it.

 The elf boy's eyes were a little out of focus.

He looked left and right for a long time, then suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Matthew:

 “Am I dead?”

Matthew smiled and said:

“Not only did he not die, he also successfully became a god.”

"Do you see the light ball over there? It has the memory and information of all the things that happened before. The red dot on the left side of the light ball is the belief and call of the elves from the Jade Cangting. You should take it easy. After all, you have just been resurrected, and your godhead is If you haven't recovered yet, your brain will easily explode if you are bombarded with too much information..."

“Although it’s okay to have your head blown off in Paradise Lost, I can restore it to you, but it will take some effort.”

The elf boy followed Matthew's instructions and read the memories that the latter had retrieved and stored in advance, as well as the voices of faith of the wood elves.

  Long time.

He opened his eyes and his eyes became sharp again:

 “So that’s it.”

“It turned out to be a gift from the natural disaster mage, allowing us to avoid the greatest disaster..."

 While speaking.

His face aged at an extremely fast speed, turning into the appearance of the old elf man Matthew had seen before.

“It seems that we ignored Stuluk Industries, which was a fatal mistake.”

Tarast couldn't help but sigh.

Matthew shook his head:

 “It’s not just Stuluk.”

Talast was stunned for a moment, and then a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes:

 “Permission from the Divine Mage?”

 Matthew nodded.

“It’s really not that easy to become a **** under the eyes of a divine mage. I almost lost everything…”

Tarast said with a complex expression:

“But isn’t the Scourge Mage the founder of the Seven Saints Alliance?”

 “Why is she going against the Alliance?”

 Matthew shrugged:

 “This issue is complex.”

“Leaving aside whether the Scourge Mage cares about the Seven Saints Alliance, the alliance itself is actually just a mechanical continuation of the system and code of conduct left by the Scourge Mage.”

“There are actually many differences within the alliance regarding the interpretation of the true intentions and spirit of the Scourge Mage.”

“Even within the Divine Mage, there are huge differences in general direction between my teacher Isabel and the Scourge Mage’s child Wuming.”

“Back to the Scourge Mage, she may not be helping us to fight against the Alliance, it’s just out of some motivation that we can’t understand yet…”

 Trast was silent for five seconds after hearing this:

“So I was resurrected purely because of luck?”

 Matthew patted him on the shoulder:

"Be more open."

“After all, in a sense, you were born because of luck.”

Tarast took a deep breath:

"I see."

 “So what do we need to do now?”

Matthew said:

 “Do what you are good at.”

“The resurrected Paradise Lost has unlimited potential, provided it is given enough development time.”

“If we survive these five hundred years, we will be invincible—probably.”

“At least one Singularity Cannon can’t blow us up.”

“But until then, we have to keep a low profile.”

“You can have some contact with the elf believers in Jade Cangting, but you must keep a low profile and keep it confidential.”

“You can’t continue to appear in this world as Tyrast. You can use the **** of elves or other identities. In short, just don’t attract the attention of the magicians..."

 After listening to Matthew’s nagging instructions.

Trast nodded slowly.

 The next second.

 Suddenly a green bamboo sword appeared in his hand:

 “I have a feeling.”

“My power is slowly returning. When I integrate these powers, coupled with the godhead given to me by Lost Paradise, I should have a chance to fight against the divine mage.”

 “Even the last shot...”

 “I can also stop him with my sword.”

Matthew’s eyes lit up when he heard this:

"Really?"

Tarast nodded confidently:

"it is true."

Matthew asked again:

 “Then how long will it take you to recover?”

Tarast hesitated and said:

 “Unclear.”

 “I am still very weak now and may need more time to regain those strengths.”

 “But it shouldn’t be more than ten years…”

Matthew scratched his head and suddenly threw the shovel in his hand:

  “Or else.”

 “It’s better to help me plant trees first.”

 …

Tarasto's resurrection means that there is another 24-hour strong worker in Paradise Lost.

 It also marks Matthew's further control over this artifact.

 In a carriage.

Matthew opened his eyes and thought.

 Following.

 A huge piece of cosmic bedrock flashed past in his hand!

“You can already summon cosmic bedrock the size of a brick. Yes, this is a huge improvement.”

Matthew felt slightly excited.

Given time, it will be no problem even if the entire bedrock of the universe is summoned!

Moreover, this method of summoning is extremely fast, with a super-strong and scary-heavy stone appearing in the enemy’s face almost instantly—

 Those who are slightly poorer in physical fitness and slower in reaction may be smashed to pieces by Matthew!

 Coordinate with his flash and dash abilities.

Matthew seems to have acquired assassination skills with a high threat index.

"it's dark?"

 He opened the curtains and found three headless corpses lying on the ground outside.

These corpses exude a faint aura of divinity.

 Matthew’s perception is sharp.

It smells like the God of Murder!

Matthew looked at A Bing, who was sitting in the driver's seat with an innocent look on his face, in shock:

 “When did you move your hands?”

 “Why are you so harsh?”

 “Where are their heads?”

 A Bing thought for a while:

"today."

“My head fell off the side, do you need me to pick it up?”

"No!"

Matthew simply lowered the curtains and then ordered:

"Just concentrate on driving tonight. I know you are a sage with two swords. Killing these moral scum is good for you, but you have to hold back."

 “I finally caught a fish.”

 “Don’t scare away the fish easily...”

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

The carriage began to run merrily around the main road in the old theater district.

 Halfway.

The wind brought A Bing’s doubtful voice:

 “Where are the fish?”

 Matthew closed his eyes.

 Perception.

 The dark surroundings suddenly lit up with scarlet light spots.

Those light spots carry a faint divine aura.

 Moves surprisingly fast.

 They are galloping towards the direction of the carriage.

"Everywhere."

 Matthew had a sneer on his face.

 Night falls.

 The evening breeze carried a hint of sweet fishy smell.

 The city of order tonight.

 It is destined to usher in a feast of killing!

 …

 (End of this chapter)