This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees-Chapter 2008 - 581 Seven Killings Formation and Death Spirit Entanglement_4

The descent was rapid, landing swiftly in front of the tower’s main door.

"I’m the younger one, so I should go through the main entrance."

He found an excuse for himself.

The tower remained silent.

Matthew was unperturbed.

He transformed back into human form, carrying the scroll of Coco he entered through the crevice of the main door.

As soon as he entered.

A dark, damp chill hit him.

But more than that.

Were the various gazes that had long locked onto this direction—

Those gazes landed on Matthew’s body.

Causing him a slight stinging sensation.

Matthew remained calm, meeting those eyes as he walked in.

Using the rotting sacs on Little Dammon’s body and the venomous vermin scattered in the corners.

He had already acquired a view of the first-floor hall before entering.

The first sight was still Little Dammon, who was stopping the bleeding and tending to his wounds.

At this moment, his forearm had just been bandaged.

Yet quite a lot of blood still seeped from within.

He probably also noticed the rotting sacs attached to the shovel by Matthew.

It was apparent.

Dammon was quite knowledgeable about wound treatment, most of the rotting sacs had been removed by various means.

Only some deeply hidden ones required further treatment to be completely resolved.

He looked at Matthew with wary eyes.

Matthew, however, seemed to entirely ignore Dammon.

His gaze swept over the others one by one—

The most conspicuous was a middle-aged man wearing luxurious mage robes.

He was adorned with all sorts of tools and mediums used for negative energy rituals.

The strong undead aura emanating from him was almost palpable.

Matthew recognized him.

He was the current city lord of Baiyan City, Demmo Ritz, the nephew of Pale King Dickens Ritz.

Without a doubt.

Demmo was a legendary-level necromancer.

And behind Demmo Ritz.

Kneeling was a voluptuous woman with snow-white skin.

She held a magic broom in her arms, her expression bitter and sorrowful, evoking pity in onlookers.

Ashe Ritz.

Matthew recognized her as well.

He had met Ashe when he went to Baiyan City to seek the creation method of the Book of the Dead.

It was through the urgently searching for her husband’s whereabouts Ashe.

That Matthew was connected to the line inside Black Suo Mountain Prison linked to Hex.

At this moment, there was a fresh red handprint on Ashe’s face, likely from just having been slapped.

Matthew glanced at the broom she held.

It was the very one he sensed something amiss with in Ritz’s study previously.

"It seems her husband, Lori—who is Hex’s son—was indeed sealed into a magic item by Demmo Ritz."

Matthew felt relatively sympathetic towards Ashe’s plight.

But his gaze didn’t linger on her for long.

Behind Ashe was a young man coldly staring at Matthew.

His facial features bore a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to Demmo Ritz.

Presumably, he was Ashe’s brother.

Lacking legendary status, Matthew couldn’t be bothered to remember his name.

Aside from the necromancer Demmo Ritz and the assassin Dammon.

There was another individual in the hall with a legendary-level presence.

She was a tall, voluptuous woman.

Her race did not appear human.

She should be from some rare Star Realm Race.

But with just one glance, Matthew discerned her identity:

"Jassiliven?"

"It’s you again?"

"Your legendary doppelgangers really seem endless..."

Facing Matthew’s tease.

Jassiliven seemed to playfully smile.

Yet Matthew still caught a flicker of fear in her eyes.

At this very moment.

The Coco in his arms whispered to Matthew:

"She was just complaining in her heart too—how did she encounter you again?"

Matthew lowered his head frowning:

"So you really are capable of mind reading, aren’t you?"

"Before, you even managed to hide it from Lulu."

Coco offered a dry chuckle:

"I only know a little."

"And I swear I’ll only use it on bad people!"

Matthew raised an eyebrow:

"How do you define bad people?"

Coco immediately responded:

"Anyone who doesn’t side with you is a bad person!"

Matthew couldn’t help but sigh at how the world was deteriorating, with even fairies effortlessly flattering him.

"Ah!"

"Is it Mr. Matthew?!"

"I’m so glad to see you here!"

At this moment, a voice filled with joy, incongruent with the surrounding atmosphere, echoed from the other side of the hall.

Matthew greeted the speaker with a smile:

"I am as well."

"Long time no see, Little Stream."

He certainly noticed the group of little fairies clad in Mad Second Hand shrine attire.

These fairies were led by a little fairy priest wearing a red robe with gold trims symbolizing nobility.

And this little fairy.

Was none other than the Mad Second Hand devotee "Little Stream" who had sought Matthew out several times previously.

"It seems you are quite a figure now."

Matthew looked at Little Stream’s attire and the aura of prestige she emanated, speaking thoughtfully.

Little Stream’s attitude towards Matthew was as enthusiastic as ever:

"Not at all."

"Little Stream is just a gardener responsible for spreading Mr. Second Hand’s gospel."

Matthew feigned a casual smile and said:

"Mr. Turing is indeed unique in the Twilight Creatures."

The other fairies’ faces changed instantly.

Little Stream’s eyelids drooped slightly, yet her tone remained gentle and warm:

"The great God of Luck watches over all living beings."

"Mad Second Hand was Him, is Him, and always will be Him."

Matthew nodded inwardly.

It seemed that Turing had indeed been thoroughly suppressed.

Little Stream greeted lightheartedly:

"Mr. Matthew, you seem to be doing quite well."

"Would it be convenient to take ten minutes of your time to hear the gospel of Mr. Second Hand?"

Matthew was about to find an excuse to refuse.

When suddenly.

A young and attractive figure emerged from a corner of the hall.

Little Stream realized and said:

"Ms. Dania said she would only meet us when everyone is present."

"So it turns out the person she’s been waiting for is you!"

As she spoke.

That figure had already come before everyone.

Matthew found this a bit strange.

Though the woman’s face was beautiful and her demeanor exceptional, hinting at some prowess, she evidently couldn’t match a top necromancer.

She was unlikely to be Dania.

"I am Lady Dania’s maid, my name is Emma."

The woman said calmly:

"Lady Dania dislikes making appearances in front of so many people, so any matters will be communicated through me."

"So, everyone, who’s going to speak first?"

Dammon suddenly spoke loudly:

"Before discussing important matters, shouldn’t we kill the alliance’s lapdog first?"

Everyone’s gaze turned to Matthew.

Unexpectedly, Emma’s expression suddenly turned fierce:

"Who are you calling an alliance’s lapdog!"

She swiftly raised her hand.

A bluish-grey ray shot straight towards Dammon’s arm.

"Ability: Death Spirit Entanglement!"

Matthew’s eyelid twitched.

This ability inflicted devastating damage on wounds, exacerbating them further and included many malicious curses.

Emma’s move.

Was clearly a kill shot!

Dammon was extremely startled, scrambling to dodge.

But the Death Spirit Entanglement followed closely like a shadow, forcing him to keep moving.

However, in doing so.

His original wound showed signs of further worsening.

At the critical moment.

Demmo Ritz decisively took action.

He threw a palm-sized piece of liver, accurately intercepting the Death Spirit Entanglement. freewёbnoνel.com

Bang!

The liver turned to powder.

The Death Spirit Entanglement also vanished without a trace.

"Lady Emma, there’s no need to be so agitated."

Demmo said with a calm tone:

"Little Dammon’s words might have been a bit harsh, but he’s stating a fact; the Seven Saint Alliance and our Baiyan City are mortal enemies, so seeing alliance people here, it’s natural we’d have concerns."

In comparison to Dammon.

Demmo Ritz’s intent against Matthew was more implicit.

Matthew chuckled lightly and said:

"Actually, you’ve misunderstood me."

"Not only am I not part of the alliance, but I’m their mortal enemy."

"Have you forgotten, during the Lost Paradise incident, I almost got obliterated by a Singularity Cannon shot at the alliance’s behest?"

Speaking of which.

He seriously addressed the somewhat bewildered Demmo, Dammon, and others:

"Strictly speaking."

"We are actually on the same side!"

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