The necromancer just wants to plant trees

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

Seeing the latest reminder, Matthew couldn't help complaining in his heart:

"What's the use of a skeleton greedy for gold coins!"

Return to the hotel.

He and Luo Lan argued that they should go back to the room to rest. Luo Lan showed a look of understanding and walked away considerately.

At this point, Matthew didn't bother to explain anything to him.

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

Another ten minutes passed.

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

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

"Ding dong ding dong!"

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

He shook for a while, then finally retracted his wrist and took a big step back in an obedient manner, as if he was fulfilling his duty to stand guard for his master.

Matthew sneered:

"only these?"

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

A Bing was stunned for a moment, pretending not to understand what Matthew said, and twisted his hips slightly.

But he only twisted twice before Matthew sternly stopped him:

"You disappoint me so much!"

A Bing stood there blankly.

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

at some point.

He took another step forward, and 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, almost to more than 80!

"Hei Chihei really makes money quickly. I borrowed Luolan 120 today, and I got a lot of blood back in just one move!"

Matthew calmed down and continued to look at A Bing with a scrutinizing gaze.

It might be just a small thing for Matthew to be greedy for a few gold coins.

A Bing's mind is only seven years old, and he is in urgent need of education.

Masters are like parents, Matthew must let him know what it means not to do evil even for small things!

"only these?"

He continued to question coldly.

A Bing stayed for a few more seconds.

There was a faint sense of grievance coming from the Immortal Contract.

After a while.

Ah Bing stepped forward again and shook his wrist.

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

Matthew was secretly surprised and simply acted as a repeater:

"only these?"

A Bing was completely stunned.

This time.

He was down for more than thirty seconds.

Then he took a step forward.

Just when Matthew thought that A Bing was going to continue to hand over the hidden gold coins, he suddenly stretched out his other hand and broke off the palm of his right hand!

Click!

He blankly handed the palm with a complete and smooth cut surface to Matthew.

Matthew was stunned for a moment, and then a feeling of guilt arose in his heart.

But just as he was reflecting on whether he had gone too far, he suddenly saw a flash of golden light in A Bing's cloak through his broken forearm!

"Is this guy willing to give up his hands to keep those few gold coins secretly?"

Matthew didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you this time, but I won't do it next time."

Matthew skillfully placed the palm on A Bing's hand.

Then he reprimanded seriously:

"If you really like these gold coins, I can promise you that for the enemies you kill in the future, you can get 10% of their gold coins as your trophies."

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

A Bing listened blankly to Matthew's scolding.

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

A few minutes later.

Ah Bing suddenly knelt down on one knee in excitement and gave Matthew a big salute that he couldn't understand.

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

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"Tip: In view of your promise to reasonably divide the spoils, A Bing is extremely grateful to you and his loyalty to you has been increased to 120!

Since A Bing's loyalty to you exceeds 120, A Bing shares his ability "Short Weapons Specialization" with you!

Short Weapon Specialization (weakened/enhanced): You are good at using short weapons; when you use short weapons, your attack speed, attack power, and critical hit probability are all increased by 15%;

Strengthening: For you, the definition of short weapons is broader (any weapon with a size not exceeding 30CM is a short weapon);

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A Bing’s keywords have changed:

Intermittent picking up gold (gray) → Continuously performing one's duties (blue)

Continuous devotion to duty (blue): When his own needs are met, he will no longer be greedy for any loot, and will complete all the picking up of loot for you within his ability! "

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"After the contracted undead's loyalty exceeds 120, will it be possible to steadily obtain shared abilities?"

Matthew noticed the change in the 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 intelligence, they are still 100% loyal to the summoner.

High-level undead also have no loyalty.

For example, take Paige, let alone loyalty, Matthew can't even see her six attributes, and his abilities are only figured out in the process of getting along with her day and night.

If Paige is hiding her trump card, she doesn’t want Matthew to know.

Matthew probably won't be able to figure it out for the rest of his life.

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

Currently, only Xiao Fei, A Bing and A Piao under Matthew have loyalty indicators.

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

Naturally, we have to start with these three.

Matthew thought for a while and then brought his attention back to his eyes.

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

In addition to the hand crossbow, every mage will also prepare a dagger for self-defense. If the level is high, it will be a spell dagger.

This dagger is often a mage's last piece of clothing.

If you can make good use of the dagger, you might be able to create miracles.

But what worries Matthew most is the change in A Bing!

He was originally annoyed that this guy had used gray keywords again, but he didn't expect that through his words and teachings, he miraculously turned the negative keywords into positive ones!

Does this mean that other keywords also have room for conversion or improvement?

Matthew looked at the kneeling soldier 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, this usually seemingly lifeless city seemed to suddenly come to life.

The flow of people on the street has obviously increased.

Lorraine said:

"Do you think it's strange? There are many more people in Zeshui City going out at night than during the day. This is because there is a superstition among the residents here. They believe that the probability of getting sick when going out at night is much smaller than during the day, so many of them can be solved at night. They won’t 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 nonsense?"

Lorraine shook his head:

"It's not all nonsense. I've asked many people, and they all have long-term experience of settling in Zeshui City. According to their observations, you rarely get sick if you go out at night, but not during the day. This may not be a superstition, but A pattern.”

Matthew nodded seriously.

As we approach the entrance of the theater.

He suddenly asked:

"We just walked all the way, didn't we meet those coughers who like to parade?"

Luo Lan nodded and said:

"That's right. Maybe this is why it's not easy to get infected when you go out at night? Those guys who are sick and still wander 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 King doesn't want to pay them at night?"

Luo Lan laughed and said:

"This guess makes sense! Maybe the King of Plagues is the clown in the theater we are about to go to, because he is busy at work at night, so he has no time to hire people to spread the plague!"

Having said this, he suddenly dragged Matthew towards a small alley on the side of the theater, and said excitedly as he walked:

"Do you still remember the location where we chased Red Mask last time? Let's go there and take a look. Maybe we'll find something unexpected!"

The two of them walked deep into the alley, which happened to be behind the theater. Not to mention, they actually bumped into something.

The back entrance of the theater at this time.

A man is shaking a woman's arm impatiently.

The woman looked to be 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 I beg you to come and see me occasionally, okay? "

"We haven't seen each other for more than three months. You keep saying you have to be busy. I can understand it, but why can you always find time when you first get together with me?"

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

The man said impatiently:

"Isn't it enough that I'm willing to see you when the show is about to begin 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, and I thought you could understand this.

I always thought you were a well-behaved girl. Cassidy and I broke up because of this in you. Don’t let me down, you know? "

The woman looked a little confused:

"But, but, but I was pregnant. My parents found out and kicked me out. I ran out of money and now I have nowhere to go. I dare not go home. My father wants me to have an abortion. This kid."

The man patted her cheek and said coldly:

"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. Otherwise, I wouldn't perform on stage so intensively. Don't. You see, I look very glamorous on stage, but I’m just making some hard-earned money.”

"Anyway, Renee, go home, or abort the child yourself. Only in this way can we continue our relationship. I am very busy now, so leave before I am completely disappointed in you."

As he spoke, he cursed at Matthew and the two:

"Get away! You annoying flies! Don't stay at the back door of the theater, or I'll call the guards!"

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

Bang!

The back door was locked tightly.

The woman was left leaning helplessly against the door and crying silently.

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

Lorraine walked up very gentlemanly.

Unexpectedly, the woman actually gave him a fierce look:

"Don't mind your own business! If you dare to spread the news about me and Bran, I will make you miserable!"

With that said, she wiped away her tears and walked away angrily.

Matthew watched this scene with interest. This was the first time he saw Lorraine shrink in front of a woman.

"That man just now is the protagonist of tonight's show - Brandon White, right?"

he walked over and asked.

Lorraine still had an indifferent expression:

"That's right, it's this bad boy. It seems like this isn't his first time messing with a big girl's belly."

Matthew looked at him with a questioning look:

"So this is also the effect of "catching the wind and catching the shadow"? Did you just sense that something bloody was going to happen here? "

Luo Lan waved his hand:

"There is no need to "catching wind and shadows". That thing is used to capture big events. For this kind of regional gossip, I have a special ability called "grapevine." "

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

The more Matthew listened, the more something seemed 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 short time, they arrived at the main entrance of the theater.

The square was now filled with carriages of all kinds.

From time to time, fashionably dressed and elegant men and women get out of the car holding each other's arms.

The servants handed the purchased tickets to the master. After a simple check, someone from the theater would naturally come over to take them in.

There were indeed a lot of people coming to see this show. Even though everyone was rich or noble, there was still a short queue at the door.

This time Lorraine didn't jump in line.

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

A young waiter who was responsible for checking tickets suddenly fainted, causing quite a commotion.

Looking at him lying on the ground with red ears and sweat on his forehead, he looked exactly like the symptoms of a fever.

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

People from the theater soon carried him away.

It's just that the already stretched staff has one less person, and the queue at the door has become even more serious.

Many powerful people couldn't help complaining.

At this time, a middle-aged woman wearing a long black skirt came out. As she walked, she shouted to the uneasy staff:

"Stop looking, stop looking! That boy Barry kept working late at night for three days in a row. He passed out because of overexertion. It was not for any other reason. You all should continue to receive guests!"

"Lawrence! Where is the Lawrence man? Let him come over to replace Barry. Remember to ask him to be careful. If something goes wrong, I will definitely ask the group leader to drive him away!"

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

After a while, a young man with a smile on his face walked out of the theater.

He gives off a comical vibe when he appears.

The middle-aged lady warned sternly:

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

"Yes, Mrs. Jess!"

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

Under the critical gaze of the middle-aged lady.

He started working methodically.

It was beyond everyone's expectation.

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

He seemed to have practiced every process involved in ticket checking countless times in advance and handled it impeccably.

Even if he encounters some unexpected minor situations, he can deal with them appropriately.

quickly.

The crowding phenomenon at the entrance of the theater has been alleviated.

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

The latter seemed invisible, just doing his work silently.

It's Matthew's turn.

Lorraine handed over the ticket.

The other party showed a very standard bright smile, with a mouth full of white teeth and even the ruddy roots of the teeth:

"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 said with a smile.

Lorraine responded with the same bright smile:

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

"Okay sir, I will arrange manpower for you right away."

Lawrence called into the theater.

Not long after, a plump and round female worker came over to lead the way.

Lawrence handed the ticket back to Lorraine:

"Thank you for supporting Southern Theater Theater and have a great night."

He said the same thing to Matthew.

Matthew nodded politely.

When the two sides passed each other, he suddenly noticed that the tip of the other person's nose was a little unnaturally dark red.

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

On the first row of seats.

Lorraine stretched out comfortably and chatted to Matthew:

"But the child just now obviously had a fever, so this theory is self-defeating."

Matthew responded:

"When I just walked down from the top, I heard a lot of people discussing this matter. Several people swore that none of the theater staff had ever gotten sick before. If what they said was true, then what happened just now? The waiter who fell was the first person in the theater to get sick."

"Yeah?"

Luo Lan became energetic as if he had discovered a blind spot:

"Does this mean something special will happen tonight?"

Matthew looked at him playfully:

"I should ask you this, right? Gossip or gossip?"

Lorraine shrugged:

"Using your abilities frequently will lose a lot of the fun of life. Tonight, I just want to be an ordinary spectator."

Matthew smiled and said nothing more.

People in the theater gradually arrived.

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

A good show.

Start immediately.

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