A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Matthew flashed to the back of his opponent and pressed his right hand against the back of his neck.

"Do you want to see if my Touch of Death will work?

"If you don't want to gamble, don't move!"

The other party's entire body was tense as if he was unwilling.

But in the next second.

When 177 appeared in front of him with a huge musket in his hand.

Matthew could clearly feel that the latter had lost the desire to resist.

His body rapidly softened, and some mud and mucus even fell off his surface.

Matthew guessed that it was only used to disguise its appearance.

"Look, I still have to make a move."

177 pointed the barrel of the giant musket at the person who came, then said to Matthew,

" This guy knows what's good for him. My gun has a constant channelling spell. Once I fire, it will hit your body with a 100% chance. At that time, if you want to leave your corpse intact, you'll have to use the recover spell…"

Matthew glanced at the musket.

This weapon had been around for many years in the world of Aindor, but most of the time, it was only popular among dwarves. People of other races seemed to think that it was not practical.

"Can this thing smash a Tier 5 expert into pieces?"

Matthew asked.

"Of course!"

177 said proudly,

" It's my newest toy. Even if it's a Guardian, I can send him to hell with his shield!"

Matthew's interest was piqued.

"How many shots can this gun shoot at once?

"How much is the cost of each round?"

177 quickly said,

"You can only fire one shot at a time.

"As for the cost of each shot…It's still a little cheaper than a legendary evocation scroll."

Alright then.

Matthew blinked and pretended not to ask.

As the two of them spoke.

The rest of the automatons had already gathered around and were busy controlling the captured person.

In order to prevent the other party from escaping.

177 even put on a magic restraining bracelet and a magic sealing belt and even put an electric shock collar around his neck!

"Here, take the remote control…"

177 threw the item to Matthew:

"You know how to use it. It's the same as before."

The arrested person looked deeply at Matthew.

He unconsciously moved his neck and asked in a trembling voice,

"Do you often do this kind of thing?"

Matthew shook his head.

"Not often.

"Now that you are a prisoner, you should answer my question.

"Tell me, who are you?"

The other party chose to remain silent.

Matthew asked a few more times.

The result was the same.

So he suddenly asked,

"Rambo?

"Stop pretending. I know it's you."

As expected, a strange look flashed across the other party's eyes, but it was quickly hidden.

Matthew continued to ask.

The other party was still pretending to be mute.

At this moment, 177 took the remote control from Matthew's hand and suddenly activated the current!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Yellow and blue electric sparks flew all over his body.

Within a few seconds.

More mucus and mud peeled off the surface of his skin.

He was electrocuted until he screamed.

A wisp of green smoke rose up along with the burning smell.

Hualala.

177 splashed another bucket of water on his face.

Only then was the other party's appearance completely revealed.

This face was 80% similar to the one Matthew had seen in the prison guard's file!

"It really is you, Mr. Rambo."

Matthew said calmly,

"The batch of goods in the mailbox doesn't belong to you alone, right?

"I guess Alexander is your boss?"

Rambo's expression was quite ugly, but he still didn't speak.

Matthew took a closer look and realized that there were many wrinkles on his face and skin. Although he had taken good care of himself, he could still see the deep traces of time.

"You're lucky to have fallen into my hands. I have some friendship with Alexander, so some things can be discussed.

"But you have to show some sincerity first."

Matthew said.

Hearing this, Rambo finally raised his head. He and Matthew looked at each other for a while before whispering,

"You are…Tree planting mage, Matthew?"

Matthew nodded.

"It's me."

Rambo thought for a moment.

"What kind of sincerity do you want?"

Bang!

Matthew slapped an IOU in front of Rambo.

Under the latter's somewhat stunned gaze.

Matthew said lightly,

"It's only right and proper to pay back a debt.

"Soria has given me this IOU. Now, I'm your debt holder.

"If you're sincere, then return the money first!

"This shouldn't be difficult for you, right?

"After all, compared to the wealth in the mailbox, what I want is just a drop in the bucket."

He probably didn't expect Matthew to say that.

Rambo stood there for a while, then said slowly,

"I, I don't have that much money. The money in the mailbox isn't mine either. I'm just here to get it for someone else."

Matthew's brows furrowed.

"So you don't want to pay me back?"

Rambo explained awkwardly,

"No, no…"

Suddenly.

He seemed to have a flash of inspiration.

"And the IOU hasn't expired yet, right?

"I'll return it when it's due!"

Matthew looked at him as if he was looking at a fool.

"You have already defected!

" This IOU is based on the fact that you are still a member of the Alliance and a worker of Mount Black Suo. Your reputation is not enough to support you for the next three months because you can run away at any time. Do you understand?"

His tone was somewhat unfriendly.

After being rebuked by Matthew.

Rambo was obviously guilty.

"I'm sorry…

"But I still have my collateral, right?"

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