A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees-Chapter 1097: I’ll Get My Wife to Pick You Up

"Since it's yours, it's not too much to say that it's a gift from me."

Peggy thought for a moment.

"What you said makes sense."

With that, she walked out of the door with her emerald sickle.

Matthew reminded her softly,

"Right, don't forget to occasionally use divine power to nourish this sickle.

"It really needs this."

Peggy immediately turned around, her tone full of suspicion.

"That's not right, Matthew.

"Do you think I'm a rooster hatching eggs?"

Matthew blinked.

" First of all, roosters don't know how to hatch eggs. Hens usually hatch eggs.

"Secondly, if you're unwilling, I can also entrust someone else to help me nurture it, but that might cost a lot of money.

"Sigh, in the end, it's because I lost a chance to become a Demigod. If I were a Demigod myself, I wouldn't have to trouble you. I could use my divine power to nourish it myself…"

As soon as he said that.

Peggy's soul fire instantly became gentle.

Her tone was filled with self-blame.

"Matthew.

"I was too calculative!

"I know that demigod rank is very important to you. After all, you're just a poor necromancer.

"Don't worry, I'll use all my divine power to feed it until it can't eat anymore…

"I have to apologize to you again. I was the one who took away your chance to become a demigod. I'm really terrible…"

Matthew patted her shoulder and comforted her,

"Don't be like this. In my heart, you're the best butler."

Peggy was surprised.

"I thought I was a warrior."

At this moment, Chuka, who was practising invisibility, suddenly appeared from the corner of the wall.

Puzzled, she asked,

"Isn't she a chef?"

Matthew chased Chuka out and said to Peggy,

"You only need to use half of your divine power to nurture the emerald sickle every day. There's no need to consume too much.

"Right, and then Myossage came to see me."

Peggy's tone became a little strange.

"Myossage again?

"Matthew, I have to remind you that you've been doting on her too much recently. Everyone can see it.

"There were even some rumours in the cemetery about you and her.

"Everyone is discussing your taste!

" Of course, you know me. I never participate in such discussions. I will only step forward to correct the obviously wrong conclusion…

" But even so, those stories are too widespread. It's hard for me to control everyone's thoughts.

" Everyone thinks that you like the Myosacce type. The latter has become arrogant recently. You have to pay attention to this…"

Under Peggy's nagging.

Matthew rubbed his temples hard.

He asked in a restrained tone,

"When did it start?"

Peggy asked,

"What?"

Matthew said,

"Me and the Mother of Slaves."

Peggy was shocked.

"You guys really started?"

Matthew said angrily,

"I'm talking about those little stories!

" When did it start circulating?!"

Peggy recalled with some uncertainty,

"It was probably the time when you came back from robbing the tomb.

" But then again, those stories are really exciting. The ups and downs are all done in one go. The person who wrote the story must be an expert!

"If you can find him, can you get him to give me an autograph?"

Matthew took out a magic letter made of a special material and began to write.

The letter was not written in the Common language.

Instead, it was a strange magic charm.

"Wow, an exploding letter!

"It is rare to see you with such a fiery temper…

"Who do you intend to write this letter to?"

Peggy asked curiously.

Matthew gritted his teeth and said,

" The guy you wanted an autograph from!"

Peggy shrugged.

"So we're going to keep looking for Myosacce?"

Matthew nodded.

"Of course I do.

" By the way, tell Ali that from today onwards, there will be a new rule in the cemetery."

Peggy asked,

"What rules?"

Matthew said seriously,

" Without my permission, the undead in the cemetery are forbidden from coming into contact with the bards!"

In the next second.

He finished the last stroke of the letter.

The signature was-

Losolon. Lanqi.

..

Ten minutes later.

The Mother of Slaves and the God of War Zombie stood side by side in front of Matthew.

The former coughed.

The latter suddenly knelt on the ground.

This action was extremely smooth.

His conditioned reflexes were quite smooth.

It was obvious that he had undergone a long period of training.

Regarding the results of Myosacce's work.

Matthew was not stingy with his praise.

Then, he looked at the War God Zombie.

"Are you a god?"

The zombie immediately shook his head, his voice filled with fear.

"I'm not!"

Matthew asked with a mischievous tone,

"Then why did you say you were a god?"

The zombie was stuck on the spot for a while.

Suddenly, he tilted his head and started drooling crazily. freewёbnoνel.com

Matthew turned to look at the Mother of Slaves.

The latter explained,

"This is one of the contents of my training.

"If he encounters a difficult problem that he can't solve, just pretend to be stupid.

"Uh, if you want him to continue answering, just give him two whips."

As she spoke, she skillfully took out her whip.

Pa, pa, pa, it slapped the War God Zombie's back.

Myosacce snapped,

"Master is asking you a question; don't play dumb!"

Only then did the war god zombie answer shakily,

"You have to ask the previous me."