A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees - Chapter 342
Chapter 342: The Little Tiger’s View of Love
Translator: Lonelytree
“Originally, you could have bought a portion of the seeds in the Guardian Highland, but now, due to the reorganization, you won’t have the chance to buy them.
“As far as I know, the Earth Society’s higher-ups are very determined this time. They will strictly control the whereabouts of the oak seeds for the next few years.
“If I were the one who came forward, I should be able to help you secretly get a portion, but I definitely can’t get more than that.”
Matthew was keenly aware of the hidden message in the other party’s words.
“You mean, other than me, there are other people who are buying oak seeds on the market?”
Eli said uncertainly,
“Probably. Since someone stole it, someone should be buying it.
“But if you go now, you definitely won’t be able to buy anything.
“The situation in the Guardian Highland has been very unstable recently due to the influence of the remnants of the Scar of the Dead. This time, I encountered quite a bit of resistance when I went to the south. Fortunately, the Great Elder acknowledged my potential and did not stop me from pursuing my legendary path.”
Matthew asked curiously,
“What is your Legend Path?”
Eli coughed twice and did not reply.
A few seconds later, he stiffly changed the topic and said,
“Speaking of which, this oak forest still has the problem I mentioned before. There are only oak trees, not a forest. There are too few other creatures. In the long run, it will affect the ecological balance.”
Matthew nodded and asked,
“Do you have any ideas?”
Eli muttered,
Our Earth Society has a ritual ground called the ‘Sanctuary of Life’. Not only can it maintain the vitality of the earth, but it can also slowly enrich the ecology of the land.” Matthew knew about this ritual.
He asked,
“Then can you help me host one? I can pay you.”
Eli said awkwardly,
I’m sorry, Matthew. I’m a master of transformation who’s proficient in shapeshifting. The Ritual Field isn’t my main focus. Moreover, it requires a lot of effort to build. I’m afraid I don’t have that much time recently.”
What he meant was that he wanted to pick up girls and didn’t have time.
Matthew was not particularly disappointed. He just checked the last oak tree and suddenly jumped into the hole next to it.
“What are you going to do?”
Eli stood at the entrance of the cave and looked down. The eerie aura below was terrifying.
“I’m done planting the trees. Now, I’m going to build the grave.”
Matthew’s voice echoed in the underground space for a long time.
Of course, building a grave was a joke.
Matthew was referring to the ” making tombstones.” He had found this ability to be very useful and cheap. It required a lot of stone materials. Sinwak provided them easily.
The Troll’s mouth was quite good.
If Matthew wanted him to chew it into a square, Sinwak would do it.
He could even ask for lace or something.
Of course, Matthew was not that heartless. Sinwak was actually doing quite well under him. He had six meals a day and enough vegetables. Other than construction, he slept casually and occasionally drank milk.
It was definitely much better than being in 177’s hands.
Passing through the centre of the cemetery and passing by the negative energy fountain, Matthew found that Peggy was drinking again.
He could not help but tease,
“Don’t drink it all, Peggy. Leave some for the zombies next to you.”
The negative energy fountain was the favourite snack of the undead, so there were usually a large number of cemetery residents gathered there.
Matthew had set a rule for them that each person could drink for up to three minutes and that they had to line up.
All the Undead had to abide by it.
Of course, the Undead who occupied the contract slot was an exception.
Therefore, he could often see Peggy drinking alone in the fountain in the cemetery while the zombies and skeletons behind her lined up to watch.
“Matthew, you’ve changed!”
Peggy walked out of the spring and said sullenly,
“You said before that when you build a cemetery, you will let me be the owner of the cemetery. All the undead in the cemetery will have to listen to me! “You’re already feeling heartache after I drank a few mouthfuls of water from you!”
Matthew skillfully comforted her,
” Well, the cemetery is too small now. Don’t you think it’s a waste of your management skills to only have one or two hundred undead?”
Peggy thought about it and felt that Matthew’s words were not without reason.
Matthew continued,
“Sooner or later, our cemetery will become a real city of the undead!
“When the time comes, I’ll make you the captain of the city enforcement officers. You’ll be below one person and above ten thousand people. All the undead on the street will have to listen to you!”
Peggy said,
“What’s the position of a captain of the city enforcement officers? It sounds very powerful. Are you serious?” Matthew smiled.
“When have I ever lied to you?”
Peggy was instantly amused. “Alright, I’ll cook for you. What do you want to eat today?”
Matthew pondered and said, ‘ Steak then. Fry a few more eggs.”
“Alright.”
Peggy happily ran to the newly built kitchen in the stone house next door and busied herself.
Matthew looked in the direction of the fountain and was relieved when he confirmed that the zombies, whose skin was cracking, could finally drink a mouthful of fresh negative energy spring water.
It’s hard to be the head of the family!
He shook his head and walked quickly to his work area.
Today.
It was the day Matthew officially started making dark warriors!
