A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees - Chapter 105

Chapter 105: I Had Already Guessed That You Were a Fellow Cultivator!

Translator: Lonelytree

Matthew recognized this nameplate!

This thing was once very popular in Baiyan City. It was used by necromancers to classify, mark, and arrange the undead.

This could reduce the mental power consumption of the necromancers when they were forming an undead army.

Some of the nameplates also had some secret words that could only be deciphered by necromancers who had mastered the unique interpretation method of Baiyan City.

This could also be considered a reward or trap left behind by a reclusive necromancer for his own kind when he was wandering alone.

Matthew took off the nameplate and tried to read it. Soon, a row of dazzling words appeared in front of him.

[If I hadn’t become a necromancer, would things have been different?]

Matthew frowned- The words had no context. hilt they yagnely revealed his

regret after becoming a necromancer.

However, at the same time, he was also curious about the owner of the nameplate.

‘ He might be from Baiyan City, but necromancers usually don’t like hot and humid weather. This will make the undead, which are already difficult to keep clean, even more difficult to deal with. Why did he come here?”

Matthew looked into the depths of the swamp.

At this moment, Old Lucky, who had been circling around the giant forest boa, walked over.

“This snake came from the depths of the Bitter Water Swamp. It must have swallowed more than one zombie along the way. Otherwise, its movements wouldn’t be so slow.

“This is not good news.”

Hearing this, Lorraine, who had quietly returned to the team, interrupted, ‘Why? Wasn’t this a good thing? If this boa is the strongest thing in the depths of the swamp. Doesn’t it mean we’ll be safe there?”

Old Lucky glanced at him.

“It could also be a fluke. Moreover, the traces it left along the way are very obvious. Perhaps something terrifying will be drawn out by it.”

Lorraine’s eyes widened.

Before he could continue, Old Ji suddenly asked, “Where did you go just now? Didn’t you say that you wanted to fight alongside Matthew?”

Lorraine looked at him innocently. “You don’t really want me to fight with monsters, do you? That’s disgraceful. Moreover, I saw that an old man like you was being chased by such a big snake. It looked very dangerous, so I wanted to go and support you. It was just that you ran too fast, and I couldn’t catch up.” Old Lucky smiled and said nothing more.

Matthew’s gaze was cast further away. There, on the path where the forest boa crawled, seven or eight zombies were staggering over. One of the zombies accidentally stepped on empty air, and its lower body sank deeply into the mud pit of the swamp. It struggled violently but soon sank deeper and deeper. Matthew saw the nameplates hanging on their necks, so he wanted to make a move.

But this time, Old Lucky moved even faster.

Still using the short knife he used to cut trees, he rushed forward and slashed at the zombie’s neck.

Pu, pu, pu, pu!

Old Lucky’s steps were steady, and his knife skills were skilful. He almost killed one zombie with each slash, and the zombies fell to the ground.

Although the combat power of the undead would be greatly reduced after losing its master, Old Lucky’s smooth handling of the situation made Matthew look up to him.

He had never had the chance to see this guide fight in person before, so he had never been sure of Old Lucky’s strength. After this round, Matthew had determined that he was at least a 3rd rank ranger and should have mastered some aboriginal skills.

This was very rare.

The rainforest did not welcome classes like Druids and Rangers from the north.

For Old Lucky to be able to blend in like a fish in water, he must have something extraordinary about him.

After killing the zombies, he did not keep the nameplates for himself. Instead, he handed them to Matthew.

“If you need it, take it all. But remember, it’s best not to reveal your identity as a necromancer to the Jango people in the depths of the rainforest. They might not do anything to you, but they will definitely hold a grudge. The Yucca tribe was better off because they did not participate in the war against the necromancers.”

Matthew nodded and thanked Old Lucky. Then, he took out a rag to wipe the nameplates clean and read them one by one.

[In my opinion, zombies are much cuter than humans. They just want to bite you a little bit, and a little bit will satisfy them.]

[As for humans, if a human bit you, then that bite was just the beginning.]

[Those natives are really annoying. I merely took a nest of young Feathered Snakes?]

[It’s so annoying to hear them beat gongs and drums every day!]

[I had to give them a little warning, but I couldn’t tarnish the reputation of the Necromancer too much. Hmm, I’ll just use the corpses of their compatriots to make a stitched monster!]

[No, two!]

[A shocking discovery: If you break the contract with an undead creature, you will need 72 hours to re-sign the contract!]

[This was truly an unprecedented discovery!]

[Why 72 hours? Does undead need time to cool off after a break- up?] [Hehe. I’m such a genius. I’ve discovered something to utilize this rule!]

[Most of the undead creatures that we can contract have spirituality. They will take the initiative to ask for Soul Crystals, and we usually pay them monthly.]

[Based on this, we only need to terminate the contract when we are supposed to pay the monthly salary, then lock it up for 72 hours to prevent it from getting lost or being kidnapped, and then re-sign the contract. According to my observation, most undead creatures will forget about the previous salary arrears after re-signing the contract..]