This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees

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"Matthew? The Necromancer Matthew? "

"Seems like him. There's been a rumour that he's close to Rolling Stone. "

"Which Matthew are you talking about? I've only heard of a Tree Master before, and his name is also Matthew. "

"I'm not sure, but in the northern city-states, Matthew the Destroyer's name is even more resounding... "

In the hall.

The representatives of the various city-states whispered to each other.

After experiencing a series of events, Matthew's name had already become a legend.

Even ordinary civilians had heard of him, not to mention that these were the representatives of the upper class in the major city-states.

Everyone heard different stories about Matthew.

This caused the representatives to have a different impression of Matthew.

But no matter what.

A person's fame was like a tree's shadow. A Mage from Rolling Stone Town being able to become famous thousands of miles away was enough to explain many things.

In addition, he was a member of the Seven Saint Alliance.

Everyone's face revealed a respectful expression.

Matthew's words were quite convincing.

"Lord Matthew, we don't want to cause trouble. We just heard this sudden news and wanted to confirm the specific situation with you.

"After all, the demon invasion is a matter of life and death for many of our cities. I hope you can understand. "

A chubby representative of the Northland City State took the initiative to step forward and mediate the situation.

Matthew said lightly,

"Understandable.

"If you still have concerns, you can leave on your own, but I must remind you that there are indeed many demons active outside the city. It may be more dangerous to leave now.

"As for the founding ceremony of the Rolling Stone Kingdom, it seems that everything is going on as usual. We have the ability to solve all unexpected situations. "

After saying this.

He turned around and walked into the depths of the hall.

At this moment.

Sif, who was dressed up, walked down the corridor.

Matthew met her face to face.

Sif's outfit today was quite stunning, attracting the attention of many people.

Many men, especially young men, looked at each other eagerly, hoping that the princess of the Rolling Stone Kingdom would look at them.

However, they were disappointed.

Sif's attention was always on Matthew.

"They're in the council room next door, the one near the watchtower. "

When Sif saw Matthew, she knew his intention and reminded him softly.

Matthew nodded.

"Hurry up and go over. Father and Uncle Zeller are waiting for you. "

Today, Sif was as gentle as a little lamb. She spoke softly and wished she could put her mouth next to Matthew's ear.

"Leave this to me. "

Matthew felt a little gratified.

At the critical moment, Sif was very reliable and knew what she had to do.

If there was no one by Rheagar's side to hold the fort.

The representatives of these foreign city-states would probably find it hard to calm down.

Under the current circumstances.

Only Sif was the most suitable to appease them.

Matthew glanced back at the crowd and found that Little Patton was also among them. He immediately felt relieved.

He exchanged glances with Little Patton.

Then, he suddenly took a deep look at Red Mountain Lord Moreira.

The latter's body trembled.

His pupils contracted violently.

Matthew left without looking back.

Sif watched Matthew's figure disappear into the corridor.

When she turned around.

The gentle and sweet smile on her face instantly turned into a cold and elegant expression.

She took the initiative to step forward and chat with the representatives.

Sif's posture and etiquette were impeccable, and she was very mature in dealing with people, giving people the feeling that they were valued.

However, compared to the conversation with Matthew earlier.

There was a faint sense of alienation in her body.

It was also because of this unique temperament that Sif became even more charming.

Many representatives of the city-states subconsciously wished to chat with her for a while longer.

Unfortunately, Sif was treating everyone equally.

Everyone said a few words with her, but only a few.

After chatting for a while.

Sif elegantly indicated that she wanted to leave for the time being.

When she reached the corridor.

She saw the young Red Mountain Lord covering his lower back with a shirt and walking towards the changing room with strange movements.

Sif took a step forward.

Little Patton suddenly appeared beside her.

"Matthew's taught him a lesson. "

Sif smiled slightly, her eyes narrowing into a crescent shape.

"That's Matthew's lesson.

"I want to teach my retainer a lesson too."

When she said this.

She exuded an awe-inspiring aura.

Little Patton shrunk his head and quickly made way.

"Remember not to go overboard.

"I mean... At least let him live, right? "

Sif snorted and left.

West side of the hall.

In the VIP locker room.

Moreira had changed into a new set of clothes, but his face was gloomy.

He looked at the wet pants on the ground with hatred.

"It's a soul-stirring gaze, a standard necromancer technique. It can shock a person's soul and magnify the fear in your heart. "

An old mage beside Moreira said seriously,

"Lord Matthew has already shown mercy. "

Moreira said indignantly,

"What right does he have to treat me like this?!

"I didn't say anything wrong!

"I just asked the same question as the others! "

The old mage was silent. Your next journey awaits at

Perhaps knowing that he was not qualified to argue with Matthew, Moreira directly pointed the spearhead at the old mage.

"What did you say before you came?

"You said you were good at defensive spells and could protect me! "