A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

It was probably even more so.

When he visited the mushroom garden.

Matthew asked Hussman about the kobold Will.

The little boy that Hussman had transformed into said very gently,

" He's currently undergoing the Spore Realm trial on the Island of Eternity.

" He's really talented. Without any guidance, not only did he form a contract with some fungi, but he also used his financial bloodline to cultivate these fungi.

" But he's also very dangerous. I found that the microorganisms in his body have a tendency to go out of control. Fortunately, I'm a Rotten Sac that can decompose all the microorganisms that have gone out of control. Otherwise, some of the fungi on his body might cause great damage to this world!"

Matthew was immediately interested in the microorganisms that Hussman mentioned.

" You mean, Will used those microorganisms that might go out of control as weapons?"

Hussman nodded and then shook his head.

"He just has this tendency. He hasn't realized it yet. It's just instinctive groping.

" However, some microorganisms are indeed very overbearing. They are simply a disaster for a specific race…"

Matthew recalled all kinds of terrifying viruses in his mind and couldn't help but shiver.

"What are these microorganisms like? How many types were there? How did it spread?"

Hussman thought for a moment.

"I'm still studying them.

"But don't worry, I won't let them hurt this world.

" And you are also absolutely safe from the virus."

Matthew was surprised.

"Why am I absolutely safe?"

The little boy's face immediately turned red.

" Because most of the microorganisms are transmitted by that.

"And as far as I know, the fungi on your body are very clean!"

With that, he ran away.

Matthew was left standing there, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

At this moment, a black peacock passed by.

Without waiting for him to speak.

Matthew used the Hand of Equalization to throw it far away.

Then, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Finally, he didn't have to listen to that fellow's critical comments or harassment!

..

Underground level of the cemetery.

After the Drow invasion, Matthew cleaned up the lower floors and also found someone to renovate his workshop.

If the workshop at the beginning was just a relatively tall stone house, then it would have been a huge stone house.

Then, the standard of the renovation of the workshop now.

At the very least, it was comparable to the average standard of Rolling Stone Town.

Finally, there was no longer an aura of poverty everywhere.

Matthew was sitting on the newly purchased large sofa in the middle of the workshop, holding an emerald sickle and a tree-planting shovel in his arms.

He was studying the two weapons.

Due to its continuous deterioration, the Emerald Scythe could barely be considered a magic weapon.

This was completely different from the Quasi Relic level tree-planting shovel.

However, Matthew accidentally discovered it.

If he put the two weapons together, they would attract each other and eventually hook up in a strange way.

During this process.

If Matthew wanted to forcefully separate them.

It would take some effort.

It was like pulling apart two magnets that were stuck together.

He studied it for a while.

He realized that this was a resonance that originated from the natural domain.

After all, the God of Agriculture was once an outstanding figure in the domain of nature, and the Jade Scythe was also influenced by him to possess considerable elements of the domain of nature.

When the two intersected.

Matthew could feel that the degeneration of the emerald sickle had slowed down. Not only that, but there were even signs of its regaining its vitality.

And the key to all of this was…

The planting shovel actually took the initiative to provide some natural elements to the other party!

This was almost impossible for a weapon with intelligence.

But it just happened.

Matthew had a feeling that the two weapons in his hands were playing along nicely.

On the contrary, he was like an extra--

It wasn't that he hadn't tried to inject magic power, spiritual energy, negative energy, and life energy into the emerald sickle.

The results were minimal.

The emerald Scythe had deteriorated too much. Matthew speculated that he would need a one-time, high-purity, and high-intensity energy to have a chance of removing the seal on its body.

As for restoring the glory of the past.

That was almost impossible!

Even if someone could do it.

That was also within the scope of the divine domain and had nothing to do with mages.

He sat on the sofa and knocked for a while. He roughly understood the subtle bond between the planting shovel and the emerald sickle.

The relationship between the two of them was a bit like a ripe apple and a green kiwifruit.

This was a positive ripening relationship.

It would not affect the quality of the shovel.

After confirming this, Matthew was relieved.

"At this rate of ripening, it'll be a long time before the emerald Scythe can be used.

"Let's try divine power!"

Thinking of this.

Matthew called Peggy over.

He placed the emerald sickle in Peggy's arms.

Peggy immediately said happily,

"Is this a gift from you, Matthew?

"Isn't it a little too cool?

"It doesn't fit my image of being honest and dutiful."

Matthew smiled.

"I'll keep this sickle with you for now. Just lend it to me when I need it."

Peggy was a little disappointed.

"So it's not a gift!"

Matthew coughed.

"But it will be in your hands most of the time. Isn't that equivalent to being yours?"