A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees
Chapter 893: Legend Origin: Father Matthew" As everyone knows, we play the role of protectors and plunderers in the forest. Our mission is to protect the forest and repel all evil forces. Occasionally, we will kill some predators in the forest and make them our food.
" We're not picky. The berries in the bushes, the dew on the leaves in the morning, and even some thorns can become our food.
"However, your forest is currently lacking in these things. We can't find any large prey, so we can only starve…"
Matthew nodded lightly.
Obast's description roughly showed that he understood the predicament that the Centaur tribe was currently facing.
Centaurs were a race that did not know how to farm at all.
They were a half-hunting and half-scrap-picking force.
If they could not hunt or find enough berries to fill their stomachs, they would have no source of food at all!
Matthew looked up and down at Obast.
He soon realized that it wasn't entirely the centaurs 'fault for not being able to farm.
Their body structure was completely unsuitable for farming!
" In the long run, your tribe's food pressure is indeed not small."
Matthew muttered,
"As the owner of the forest, I can buy some food for you. However, due to the war in the south this year, the price of food has generally risen. In addition, there are more people coming over. Buying food for a long time is definitely not the best policy.
"Speaking of which, do you know the Harvest Feast?"
The Harvest Feast was a ritual spell.
The Druids of the Earth Society were very good at this. This spell could make crops mature rapidly on a large scale to ensure the stability of the food supply in the area.
Of course, this spell also had side effects and was not suitable for long-term use on a piece of land.
Obast shook his head.
" I don't know. Tree herders don't have the ability to produce food, but our elders should know this spell.
" But the problem is, I remember that the Harvest Feast spell requires very harsh prerequisites. It must be completed after a large area of farmland has been reclaimed, turned over, and the crops have been sown and sprouted before it can be effective.
"Where are we going to find a large area of farmland?"
Matthew thought for a moment.
" Farming is not a problem. As long as you can provide the ritual spell of Harvest Feast, I can help you open up enough fields in the north of the forest and let people be responsible for reclamation and sowing."
Obast immediately shook his head.
"But wouldn't we have to hire a lot of human farmers? We've already spent a lot of your money. We can't let you continue spending."
Matthew smiled.
"It's not expensive. It's just a small experiment for me.
" You don't have to worry about the manpower for farming either. There are many such talents in my cemetery."
As he spoke.
Under Obast's astonished gaze.
Matthew summoned the mother of coolies.
When the latter heard Matthew's narration, she immediately patted her chest loudly.
"Farming? No problem at all!
" As long as the weather is suitable, I can grow as many grains as you want. You can just build the warehouses. I can fill as many warehouses as you want before next winter!
"Moreover, we undead don't like to eat this. We farm because of our hobby. You can even customize the shape of the grain. Do you need heart-shaped rice? Or the glowing wheat? I even have experience in planting the Barley that will be poisoned by the corpse poison!"
The eyes of the Mother of Slaves lit up.
Matthew hurriedly stopped her.
" Normal food will do. Barley, wheat, and rice. It's winter now, so I plan to use magic to ripen the food. It doesn't have to be large, as long as it's enough."
Myossage suddenly looked regretful.
" Do you really not need the Barley that was poisoned by the corpse at noon?"
Matthew refused decisively.
He then discussed the scale and location of the plantation with Obast and Myossage.
Finally.
Matthew asked,
" How is the zombie that was acting strangely?"
Myossage replied at once,
"He's very normal now!
" Under my training, he has successfully mastered all the skills needed by a labourer. He has also shown great potential in accepting adversity. No matter how many whips I whipped him, he showed no signs of resistance. He even expressed joy to a certain extent.
"According to my experience, this means that this zombie was a guy with a unique kink when he was alive…"
Had he been tamed into a qualified labourer so quickly?
Matthew thought for a moment.
"Arrange for him to farm.
" Continue to observe. I feel that this kid isn't that simple."
..
A day later.
After confirming that Hussman's clone had adapted to the environment of the cemetery, Matthew invited everyone to his workshop and decisively started his imaginative reincarnation plan.
In the stone house where he had picked up the leftovers.
Matthew was lying on a bed nervously.
There was also a bed next to it, and on the bed was Margaret's mutilated corpse.
The two of them were very close.
Matthew could almost smell the strange smell on the corpse.
It was not the smell of rotting corpses.
It was the smell of money rotting!
He looked around.
The red-robed priest, Camela, stood quietly on his left. Her eyes were calm and pure, giving people a sense of peace.
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