A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

"I choose to live!"

The purple-robed angel beside her was stunned.

Immediately, her expression became extremely distorted.

"No, no, slut, you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was carried away by two zombies that Matthew had called over.

"Find a bigger pot and put her in it."

He then instructed Death Knight 47 to handle this matter.

47 made a relaxed gesture and left quickly.

Rose was the only one left by Matthew's side.

"You…

"What do you want to know?"

Rose asked in a trembling voice.

"This is not the place to talk. Follow me."

Matthew pulled her up from the ground and pulled her into a small room next door.

..

Night Angel City.

In a magnificent building.

The emblem of the Order of Calamity was hung on the tower at the top of the building.

In an empty hall in the building.

A blond man was slowly and quietly wiping the stained glass window.

His voice was full of magnetism, giving off a gentle and serene feeling.

"You're in big trouble, Lance.

"The lord is very displeased with you."

The legendary Evil Art Master sat on a chair not far away.

He held his head with both hands and crossed his legs. He had an indifferent expression.

"Why do I feel that he should be very satisfied?

" This is our chance. The Drakonids with a serious body odour have lost their power. This is a good opportunity for us to expand our influence in the Sampan Plane."

The blond man asked calmly,

"Do you think that your subordinates are better at fighting against the Death Curtain than the Drakonids?"

Lance shrugged.

"This is the astral plane. There are countless ways to make him scram.

" The simplest way is to cast a banishment spell, right?"

The blonde man laughed.

"This is such a good opportunity, and you only want to banish him. This isn't your style, Lance."

Lance laughed.

"He is civilized, natural, and is able to help us achieve our goal. Must we kill him?

"Speaking of which, I actually quite like that Matthew."

The blond man asked,

"Why?"

Lance said casually,

"He's pretty enough."

The golden-haired man fell silent.

Lance looked at the other party with a provocative gaze.

"It sounds like you don't want to let him go!

"Do you really hate him that much?

"It's not like he did anything…Oh, I remember now. You have a very dear subordinate who was poached by him, right?

"What is her name again? Lili or Lala?"

The golden-haired man said calmly,

"After Lara betrayed us, the first person she turned to was Galen."

Lance sneered.

"Everyone knows that Galen is just that kid's tool. Not long after your Lara became a Shadow Believer, she kicked Galen out and found a new leader.

"Why do you think that kid is so lucky at such a young age? He even became a master of the outer realm. He's not even in the outer realm…"

The blond man did not reply. Instead, he suddenly said,

"Release the giant beast.

"Lure him to the astral plane, and I will send someone to kill him."

Lance narrowed his eyes.

"Send someone? Who?

" Could it be Sener's disciple? That kid isn't even a Legend!"

The blond man continued to wipe the glass.

"When it comes to killing, strength is not the most important thing.

" Isn't Matthew also not a Legend?

" If he can kill Matthew, then he will be a new legend."

Lance shrugged.

"I don't care anyway, even though he's coming for me."

The blond man nodded in satisfaction.

"How's the Pentashade Dragon God doing?"

A mocking expression appeared on Lance's face.

"The Pentashade Dragon God…Even Baruch's closest mistress stole his divine artefact and ran away. Now, everyone in the astral world knows that the so-called Pentashade Dragon God is a sick idol that is about to fall. Even the ants passing by want to come and bite it!

"He did come to look for me, mainly to ask about what happened in Windward Valley."

The blond man asked,

"What did you say?"

Lance yawned.

"I told him to eat shit."

..

Jade Court, Windward Valley.

Tarani was leading her personal guards to maintain order. The current situation was making her anxious. Matthew's mages did not use any gentle methods when searching for the whereabouts of the Evil Art Masters.

Most of them were very unyielding.

The conflict that followed was the accusation of her compatriots and the slacking of the Windchasers.

Tarani's prestige wasn't low.

However, she could not say anything in this situation.

She could only try her best.

She tried her best to maintain order there.

Fortunately, after the initial conflict broke out, under the deterrence of the Golem troops, both sides officially entered a period of relaxation.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The mages were all asking about Lance.

The situation calmed down temporarily.

But even so.

Tarani also felt like there was a knife on her back from time to time.

She knew how her compatriots scolded her.

As an elf who had gone against the rules.

She didn't really care about her reputation.

It was just that the feeling of being misunderstood was really uncomfortable.

She could only keep telling herself that there was still a long way to go. Time would explain everything.

At this moment.

A Windseeker suddenly ran over.

"Sir, there's been a theft at the art gallery!"

The young Windseeker reported loudly.

Tarani frowned.

Why would she care about the theft at this time?

She rolled her eyes, and her expression darkened.

"Did the people from Willow Branch send you here to report this?"

She had thought that the remnants of the Elders Guild were trying to create a diversion.

However, that was not the case.

Windchaser replied,

"No, Miss Beanna asked me to inform you.

"She happened to be helping out in the gallery when it happened. The stolen painting is said to be very valuable, so she asked me to inform you as soon as possible.

"Miss Beanna also said that she seemed to have seen the person who stole the painting. It seemed to be a wanted criminal from Jade Court."

The confusion in Tarani's eyes grew.

"Which painting was stolen?"

Windseeker immediately replied,

" That's a relic from the Troll Empire.

" The name seems to be 'Patricide'."

..