A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

  Chapter 98 A Good Show

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   "Why doesn't this Bing learn well every day?!"

  Seeing the latest tips, Matthew couldn't help complaining in his heart:

   "What's the use of being greedy for gold coins like a skeleton!"

  Go back to the hotel.

  He and Lorraine pushed to go back to the room to rest. Lorraine showed a second understanding look and walked away considerately.

  Up to now, Matthew didn't bother to explain anything to him.

  He quietly waited for A Bing's return in the guest room.

   Another ten minutes passed.

  A Bing's figure suddenly appeared in front of Matthew.

  This is the effect of "Shadow Slingshot", which gives A Bing the ability to freely travel between the material world and the shadow world. One second, he was still wandering downstairs, and the next second he arrived at the side of the owner, Matthew.

   "Ding dong ding dong!"

  A Bing began to shake off the gold coins hidden inside the cloak.

  He trembled for a while, and finally retracted his wrist, and took a big step back seemingly honestly, as if he was dedicated to his duty and stood guard for his master.

  Matthew sneered:

"only these?"

  There are currently more than 40 gold coins on the table, which is actually quite a lot. This is probably because a pickpocket is carrying the stolen money that was just confiscated from various younger brothers today.

  A Bing froze for a moment, pretending not to understand what Matthew said, and twisted his hips slightly.

   But he only twisted twice before being stopped by Matthew in a sharp voice:

   "You're such a disappointment to me!"

   Ah Bing stood there blankly.

  He stared into Matthew's eyes, and the soul fire in his skull was jumping uneasily.

   A certain moment.

  He took another step forward, his withered wrist continued to shake on the table.

   Crackling!

  After a pleasant sound.

  Matthew found that the number of gold coins on the table had doubled to almost 80!

   "It's really fast to get money when you eat black. I borrowed 120 from Lorraine today, and I got a big mouthful of blood in just one click!"

  Matthew collected his mind and continued to look at A Bing with scrutiny.

   Greed for a few gold coins may be a trivial matter to Matthew.

  A Bing's mind is only seven years old, which is the time when education is urgently needed.

  The master is like a parent, and Matthew must let him know what it means not to be evil!

"only these?"

  He continued to question in a cold voice.

   Ah Bing stayed for a few more seconds.

   There was a faint feeling of grievance from the undead contract.

   After a while.

   A Bing stepped forward again, shaking his wrist.

  The gold coins leaked this time are relatively sparse, but there are as many as a dozen.

  Matthew was secretly surprised, and simply acted as a repeater:

"only these?"

   A Bing was completely dumbfounded there.

   This time.

  He was down for more than thirty seconds.

   Then he took a step forward.

  Just when Matthew thought that Ah Bing would continue to turn in the hidden gold coins, he suddenly stretched out his other hand and snapped off the palm of his right hand!

   Click!

  He handed the palm with a complete and smooth cut surface to Matthew in a daze.

  Matthew was taken aback for a moment, and then a feeling of guilt rose in his heart.

   But just as he was reflecting on whether he had gone too far, he suddenly saw the golden light flashing through A Bing's cloak through A Bing's broken forearm!

   "This guy, would he rather lose his palms and hide those gold coins privately?"

  Matthew couldn't laugh or cry.

   "Forget it, I won't argue with you this time, but let's not make an example."

  Matthew skillfully put the palm on for A Bing.

   Then he severely reprimanded and said:

   "If you really like these gold coins, I can promise you that you can get 10% of the gold coins on the enemies you kill in the future as your own spoils of war."

   "But other than that, you can't get more points, understand?"

  A Bing listened to Matthew's reprimand in a daze.

  Matthew thought he didn't understand, so he repeated it several times.

A few minutes later.

   A Bing suddenly knelt down on one knee excitedly, and made a big salute to Matthew that he couldn't understand.

  The soul fire in his skull burned violently. Compared with usual times, it was as if a dormant volcano had suddenly entered an active period!

  …

  「Reminder: In view of your promise of a reasonable distribution of spoils, A Bing is very grateful to you, and his loyalty to you has increased to 120!

  Because A Bing's loyalty to you exceeds 120, A Bing shared his ability "Short Weapon Specialization" with you!

  Short weapon specialization (weakened/strengthened): You are good at using short weapons; when you use short weapons, your attack speed, attack power and critical strike probability are all increased by 15%;

  Enhancement: For you, the definition of short weapons is broader (weapons with any size not exceeding 30CM are short weapons);

  …

  A Bing’s keywords have changed:

  Intermittently pick up money (gray)→continuously dedicate to duty (blue)

  Continuous dedication (blue): When his own needs are met, he will no longer be greedy for any loot, and will complete all the loot picking for you within his ability! "

  …

   "After the undead loyalty of the contract exceeds 120, will it be possible to obtain shared abilities stably?"

  Matthew noticed a change in the text description.

  Loyalty has always been a very mysterious indicator.

  Low-level undead do not have the attribute of loyalty. Although they have a small amount of consciousness and wisdom, they are still 100% loyal to the summoner.

  High-level necromancers also have no loyalty.

  For example, Peggy, let alone loyalty, Matthew can't even see her six attributes, and abilities and the like are found out in the process of getting along day and night.

   If Peggy hid the hole cards, she didn't want Matthew to know.

   Matthew probably couldn't figure it out all his life.

  Only those undead who have been born with a certain amount of wisdom and have a little humanity, but have not sublimated to Peggy's level, will have the special indicator of "loyalty".

   Matthew currently only has loyalty indicators for Xiao Bo, A Bing and A Piao.

  If you want to share the abilities of the undead stably.

   Naturally, we have to start with these three.

  Matthew pondered for a while, then brought his attention back to his eyes.

   "Short Weapon Specialization" is still somewhat useful for mages.

  In addition to hand crossbows, every mage will also prepare a dagger for self-defense. The higher the level is, the spell dagger.

   This dagger is often the last underpants of a mage.

  If you can use the dagger well, maybe you can also create miracles.

   But what concerned Matthew the most was the change of Ah Bing!

  He was annoyed that this guy had made up another gray keyword, but he didn't expect to miraculously turn the negative keyword into a positive one through his own words and preaching!

   Does this mean that other keywords also have room for conversion or improvement?

  Matthew looked at A Bing who was kneeling and thanking him, and fell into deep thought.

  …

   As night fell, Matthew and Lorraine walked together on the streets of Zeshui City.

  After nightfall, this normally lifeless city seemed to come alive suddenly.

  The flow of people on the street has increased significantly.

  Roland said:

"Do you think it's strange? There are more people going out in Zeshui City at night than during the day. This is because there is a superstition among the residents here. They think that the probability of getting sick is much lower when going out at night than during the day, so many of them can be solved at night. They would not choose to go out during the day."

   "So in Zeshui City, besides holy water, the best-selling items are lanterns and candles."

  Matthew found it interesting:

   "So many people believe this kind of nonsense?"

   Lorraine shook his head:

"It's not entirely nonsense. I've asked many people. They all have long-term experience of living in Zeshui City. According to their observations, they hardly get sick when they go out at night, but not during the day. Maybe this is not a superstition, but A rule."

  Matthew nodded seriously.

   When approaching the entrance of the theater.

  He suddenly asked:

   "We walked all the way just now, haven't we met those coughing people who like to parade?"

  Lorland nodded and said:

   "That's it. Maybe that's why it's not easy to get infected when you go out at night? Those guys who are sick and have to go around don't seem to go out at night."

  Matthew guessed thoughtfully:

   "It's also possible that it's not that they don't want to go out at night, but that the Plague Lord doesn't want to pay them at night?"

  Lorland laughed loudly when he heard the words:

   "This guess is very reasonable! Maybe the Lord of Plague is the clown in the theater we are going to, because he has to go to work at night, so he has no time to hire people to infect the plague!"

   Speaking of this, he suddenly dragged Matthew into an alley on the side of the theater, and said excitedly as he walked:

   "Do you still remember the location where we chased the red mask last time? Let's go and have a look now, maybe there are unexpected discoveries!"

  The two of them walked to the depths of the alley, which happened to be the back of the theater. Not to mention, they actually bumped into something.

  The back door of the theater at this time.

  A man is shaking a woman's arm impatiently.

  The woman looked less than 20 years old, with a slightly swollen belly. She looked very sweet, but her hair and clothes were a little messy.

  But seeing the woman grabbing the man's forearm and begging:

"I love you, Bran, I really love you, I can't live without you, I already have your child, I don't expect you to do anything for us, but please come and see me once in a while? "

   "We haven't seen each other for more than three months. You keep saying that you are busy. I can understand, but why did you always find time when you were with me?"

   "Bran, please, please don't be so cruel, please don't abandon me!"

  The man said impatiently:

  "When the show is about to start, isn't it enough for me to see you once to prove how much I value you?

   Renee, my career does not allow me to be dragged down by my family. I have told you many times before, and I thought you could understand this.

  I always thought you were a well-behaved girl. I broke up with Cassity because I liked you. Don’t let me down, you know? "

  The woman looked a little confused:

"But, but, but I'm pregnant, my parents found out, kicked me out, I've run out of money, now I have nowhere to go, I dare not go home, my father wants me to kill This kid."

  The man patted her face and said indifferently:

"Your father is right. Aborting this child is good for everyone. As for money, don't count on me. My trouser pockets are cleaner than yours. If not, I wouldn't be performing so **** stage. Don't Seeing that I am very glamorous on stage, I am just earning some hard money."

   "In short, Renee, go home, or you kill this child yourself, only in this way can we continue to communicate. I am very busy now, let's leave, before I am completely disappointed in you, let's go."

   As he spoke, he cursed at the two of Matthew:

   "Go away! You annoying flies! Don't stay at the back door of the theater or I'll call the guards!"

  The words were fierce, but he quickly retreated behind the door.

   Bang!

  The back door was closed tightly.

   Only the woman was left leaning against the door helplessly and weeping silently.

   "Ma'am, do you need our help?"

   Lorraine walked up in a gentlemanly manner.

  Unexpectedly, the woman gave him a hard look:

   "Don't meddle in other people's business! If you dare to spread the news about me and Bran, I will make you feel overwhelmed!"

   As she spoke, she wiped away her tears and walked away aggressively.

  Matthew watched this scene with great interest, this was the first time he saw Lorraine deflated in front of a woman.

   "The man just now is the protagonist of tonight's good show - Brandon White, right?"

  He walked over and asked.

  Lorland still had an indifferent expression:

   "That's right, it's this bad boy. It seems that it's not the first time he's **** a big girl's belly."

  Matthew looked at him with consulting eyes:

   "So this is also the effect of "catching wind and shadows"? Did you just perceive that there would be **** scenes happening here? "

  Lorland waved his hand:

  “I don’t need to use “Catch the Wind and Shadow”, that thing is used to capture big events. For this kind of small regional gossip, I have a special ability called “Gossip”. "

   "As soon as I get close to an area where something like this might happen, I can smell gossip."

  The more Matthew listened, the more something went wrong:

   "Are you sure you are a serious bard?"

  Lorland blinked:

   "Everyone has their own secrets, Matthew, if you can be called a necromancer, why can't I be a bard?"

   "Let's go, it's almost time to enter."

  The two left the alley and returned to the avenue. After walking for a long time, they came to the main entrance of the theater.

  The square was already full of all kinds of carriages.

   From time to time, stylishly dressed men and women with elegant temperament came out of the car arm in arm.

   The servants handed over the purchased tickets to the master’s house. After a simple inspection, people from the theater would naturally come to lead them in.

   There are indeed many people who came to see this scene. Although everyone is either rich or expensive, there is still a short queue at the door.

   This time Lorraine didn't jump in line.

   While the two were waiting patiently, an episode happened at the entrance of the theater:

  A young waiter in charge of checking tickets suddenly fainted, which caused quite a commotion.

  Looking at him lying on the ground with red ears and sweat on his forehead, the symptoms are exactly the same as when he had a fever.

   There were whispers in the crowd, but not many people left.

   Soon someone from the theater carried him away.

   It's just that there is one less manpower that is already stretched, and the phenomenon of queuing at the door is even more serious.

   Many dignitaries couldn't help complaining.

  At this time, a middle-aged lady in a long black dress came out. As she walked, she shouted to the restless staff:

   "Don't look at it, don't look at it! That kid in Barry has been staying up late at work for three consecutive days. He passed out because he was too tired, not for other reasons. You all give me a good job and continue to receive guests!"

   "Lawrence! Where is the Lawrence man? Let him come over to replace Barry. Remember to make him be careful. If he misses something, I will definitely ask the leader to drive him away later!"

  This middle-aged lady has a mean face. When all the staff at the door saw her, they lowered their heads as if seeing a natural enemy, and only dared to do the work at hand submissively.

   After a while, a smiling young man came out of the theater.

  He gives off a comical vibe when he shows up.

  The middle-aged lady sternly warned:

   "There is no room for loss in today's work. The people you receive are either rich or expensive. If something goes wrong, you know what will happen!"

   "Yes, Mrs. Jess!"

  The young man seemed eager to seize this opportunity, and kept nodding his head.

  Under the critical eyes of the middle-aged lady.

  He started working methodically.

   It was beyond everyone's expectations.

  He did a good job, even better than other professional ticket inspectors.

   It seems that he has practiced every process involved in the ticket checking work countless times in advance, and the handling is impeccable.

   Even if he encounters some unexpected small situations, he can deal with them gracefully.

quickly.

  The phenomenon of crowd accumulation at the entrance of the theater has been alleviated.

  The middle-aged lady was still staring at Lawrence's back with vicious eyes.

  The latter seemed to be invisible, just doing his work silently.

   It is the turn of the two of Matthew.

   Lorraine handed over the ticket.

  The other party showed a very standard bright smile, showing all the white teeth and even the rosy roots:

   "Hello, there is no problem with your ticket. You can choose to go to the box on the second floor, or you can watch our performance up close in the first row on the first floor."

  Lawrence said with a smile.

   Lorraine responded with the same bright smile:

   "We don't go to the box, we sit in the first row."

   "Okay sir, I'll arrange for you right away."

  Lawrence shouted a few times into the theater.

   It didn't take long for a woman worker with a big waist to come and lead the way.

  Lawrence returned the ticket to Lorraine:

   "Thank you for your support to Southern Drama Theater, I hope you have a good night."

  He said the same thing to Matthew.

  Matthew nodded politely.

  When the two passed by, he suddenly noticed that the tip of the other's nose was a little unnaturally crimson.

   "Actually, there are many strange sayings in Zeshui City. In addition to going out after dark is safer, there is also the saying that "the employees of the Southern Drama Theater will not get sick." "

  In the first row of seats.

  Lorland stretched comfortably, and chatted to Matthew:

   "But the child just now obviously had a fever, so this statement is self-defeating."

  Matthew responded:

"When I just walked down from the top, I heard many people discussing this matter. Several people swore that none of the staff of the drama theater had been ill before. If what they said was true, then the The waiter who fell down was the first person in the theater to get sick."

"Yeah?"

  Lorland became energetic as if he had discovered a blind spot:

   "Does this mean that something special is going to happen tonight?"

  Matthew looked at him playfully:

   "I should ask you this, right? Gossip, or speculation?"

   Lorraine shrugged:

   "Frequently using abilities will lose a lot of fun in life. Tonight, I just want to be an ordinary audience."

  Matthew smiled and said nothing more.

  The people in the theater arrived one after another.

  The warm-up show has already started on the stage.

   A good show.

Start immediately.

  …

  (end of this chapter)