A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

However, with the arrival of Rick.

The deficit in the Soul Crystal suddenly appeared again.

If Matthew wanted to recruit more elite undead in the future, this gap could continue to grow!

" It's not convenient to deduct the salary of the Mother of Slaves. She has a good working attitude. She even dares to slap the God of War. She's also a top-notch lackey.

"Last time, I promised to give Peggy a raise this month. It's indeed not convenient for me to go back on my word.

"I have to think of a way to find more resources…"

Matthew sighed.

"Phily is still the most sensible one. After becoming an Emperor, he has never asked me for Soul Crystals again."

Ordinary necromancers could only obtain Soul Crystals through meditation.

Only a few people with profound magic powers dared to find another way in the negative energy plane to find the source of the Soul Crystal.

" Those Undead Lords on King's Mountain in the Six Ring Land definitely know how to find Soul Crystals."

Matthew composed himself.

This was the first possible way to find extra Soul Crystals.

As for the second one…

He picked up his pen and wrote the words 'Scar of the Dead' on the paper.

Many Soul Crystals had dropped from the Ashbringer!

The Scar of the Dead in Rolling Stone Town was just an extension, and Matthew had made a small fortune.

If he could cut the main vein of the Scar of the Dead.

How many surprises would there be?

It was a pity.

It was not convenient for him to interfere in the matters of Jade Court for the time being.

However, Matthew thought about it.

Even though Jade Court had rejected his entry, it was not like he could not sneak in.

At most, he could use a disguise spell and reveal an alias to everyone he met.

Matthew couldn't help but think of the White Tiger Elf Molly he had met in the Court of Fallen Leaves.

She must have a certain understanding of the current situation in the Scar of the Dead.

Unfortunately, the last time they met, Matthew chose to lie about his identity because of the sensitivity of grave robbing.

This line of inquiry was probably useless.

Matthew thought for a moment.

Then, he took out a stack of white paper and wrote two letters.

One was for Winter Moon, Alan.

The other was for Beanna.

The letter to Alan was a formal greeting, and Matthew knew that Alan was in an awkward position.

She was both an elf and a mage of the Alliance. Due to the increasingly delicate relationship between the elves and the Alliance of Seven Saints, it was not convenient for her to speak about many things.

Therefore, Matthew only asked casually, treating it as a daily greeting between good friends.

He had written a much longer letter to Beanna.

On one hand, the two of them were indeed more familiar with each other.

On the other hand, Beanna seemed to be living very close to the Scar of the Dead. She should be able to get a lot of first-hand information.

Matthew wanted to see if he could get some unexpected surprises.

Although Beanna didn't send Matthew a red scarf for this year's Winter Festival, she did write him a letter.

However, the letter was delayed by a few days due to traffic problems.

The contents of the letter were much simpler than before.

Matthew could clearly sense that the girl's mentality seemed to have undergone a drastic change.

As for the reason for the change…

Perhaps it had something to do with the deathmatch that she had experienced with Sif in the Abyss.

She might have misunderstood the relationship between Matthew and Sif.

It was also possible that she was hiding something.

The relationship between the girls was too complicated, and Matthew was too lazy to clarify it one by one.

His point of view was simple.

Just be himself.

After writing the letter, Matthew asked Sanger to deliver it.

After resting for a while, he felt that he had already recovered.

He carried a few spellbooks and spread them out on the table.

The most eye-catching one.

It was the " Defile " that Qin Wuyue had given him.

For Matthew.

The learning of spells was endless.

He knew that his basic skills were not solid.

Therefore, the only thing he could do was to seize every minute and second and absorb the knowledge from the books hungrily.

Just like that.

In a short while, more than ten days passed.

It was the middle of January.

There was no new news from the Blood Moon.

Matthew had specially gone to find 177 for this.

The latter told Matthew.

The current situation on the moon was a bunch of people arguing.

All the representatives of related interests present were working together to think of a way to save Blood Moon.

Ronan was the only one who wanted to smash the moon down.

Regarding this.

The natives of the moon, the God of Hunting, and the leaders of the primordial lands all protested against the Seven Saint Alliance.

They thought that Ronan was a great criminal.

As the instigator of all this, not only did he not have the slightest bit of remorse, he even tried to worsen the situation.

" His destructive power is even greater than that of the Demon Lord of the Wild Wolf Mountain!

"He doesn't deserve to be called the guardian of Aindor!"

This was an indignant comment made by a top-notch expert who had participated in an emergency meeting on the moon.

Everyone was extremely disgusted with Ronan.

If they had the ability to kill Ronan.

Then things wouldn't have dragged on until now.

Since they didn't have the ability to kill Ronan and they couldn't just wait for the blood moon to fall, everyone had to reason with Ronan nicely.

It was said that in the past few days.

Those extremely vicious exiles even persuaded Ronan with tales of virtue.

Matthew's eyes were opened after hearing it.

"Are these people really that soft?

" Ronan destroyed the moon's star core in front of the God of Hunting, and they still want to reason with him?"

He asked 177.

177's answer was:

"Oh, of course not. They lost their temper too."