A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

The office was still very quiet this morning.

In fact, the daily government affairs of Rolling Stone Town were handled by the five-member committee of the City Hall. The office of the liege’s residence usually only dealt with major events that threatened the territory and a very small amount of official business.

And the latter was taken by Zeller alone.

So when Zeller was not around, this place was no different from Matthew’s oak forest.

When Matthew led the sheep through the door, Rheagar was reading the newspaper.

It was a journal called ” Purgatory Tabloid.” The Feudal Lord was reading it with great interest.

When he saw Matthew, he subconsciously said, ‘Good morning! “.

Matthew also greeted him politely.

It wasn’t until Matthew was about to reach his house that Rheagar suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He put down the newspaper and walked over. He pointed at the goat and said,

“Did I mention that you can’t bring pets to work?”

Matthew blinked. “No, you haven’t.”

Rheagar said bluntly,

“I’m sorry, Matthew. I’m not targeting you, but the liege’s residence doesn’t allow pets to go to work!

“Don’t ask when this rule was made. Even if it’s just a rule set today, you have to follow it. After all, I’m the boss.” Matthew tried to quibble.

“But what if I say that she’s my family?”

Rheagar’s eyes widened.

“Not even if it’s your girlfriend!”

Matthew was surprised by Rheagar’s train of thought.

He simply told her that he was learning Malicious Shapeshifting.

Rheagar rubbed his chin and revealed a troubled expression.

“But the smell of the goat is really strong. It will affect the work of others.”

Matthew almost couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“The work of others… You mean like reading the newspaper?”

Rheagar looked at him with dissatisfaction.

“What do you know? This is called caring about world affairs. Although the news in the Alliance Weekly and the Purgatory Tabloids were not entirely true, many major events were often reflected in those distorted reports. As the lord of Rolling Stone Town, I should take on the important responsibility of reading the changes in the world.”

Matthew agreed.

He was also very interested in the Alliance Weekly, but because he was short of money, he had not been able to buy a copy.

Hence, he asked Rheagar, “Can I read your newspaper?”

Rheagar said generously,

“Of course, you can, but you can only borrow the latest issue after I finish reading it. Other than that, when you read the purgatory tabloids, you are not allowed to cut out certain peach -coloured pictures with scissors!”

Matthew asked in surprise,

“Has someone done this before?” Rheagar said meaningfully,

“You should be asking, who among the people who borrow my newspaper hasn’t done this before?”

Matthew had a look of surprise on his face. He was suddenly interested in the Purgatory Tabloid, which he had no interest in before. “I’ll get you the last issue. Wait!”

Rheagar came back to his senses and pointed at the goat.

“Let’s forget about it today, but this cannot happen again.”

Matthew looked at him pleadingly.

The latter was unmoved.

Matthew continued,

“Then let’s talk about the sword oil.”

Rheagar was instantly energized. He smiled and patted the docile female goat.

“In that case, I can consider making an exception for you, but I don’t have sword oil with me. I’ll go to your house to look for you after work tomorrow.”

With that, he walked back to his office in a good mood.

As the lord’s magic consultant.

Matthew’s work was rather idle.

Although it was quiet here, it couldn’t be compared to the basement, so there was no way to conduct in-depth learning. Therefore, he could only read books to kill time or conduct some shallow spell theory research.

In the blink of an eye.

Half a day passed just like that.

During this period, Matthew did not forget to get closer to the goat.

However, although this female goat was docile, it seemed very shy.

Even when Matthew reached out to touch her head, she would subconsciously dodge.

This made Matthew a little depressed.

“Why didn’t she dodge when Rheagar touched her this morning?

After eating the lunch prepared by Madam Wesley.

Matthew became restless.

His eyes would occasionally glance at Rheagar’s office.

He knew that, according to his habit, Regar would be taking a nap soon, and that would be the best time for him to slip away.

As expected, the middle-aged and elderly people had a very regular schedule.

A few minutes later, Rheagar, who was wearing pyjamas, walked out while stretching.

To Matthew’s surprise, Rheagar did not leave the office. Instead, he walked towards his own office.

“It’s really hard even though it has only been half a day of work.”

He looked exhausted.

Matthew wondered if reading the newspaper was really that tiring.

Rheagar suddenly asked him,

“Matthew, I want to ask you a question. What does it feel like to cast a spell?” Matthew thought for a moment and explained seriously,

“When we mages cast a spell, we can roughly divide it into three stages. These three stages have three different feelings.

“The first stage was to prepare the casting posture and chant the spell.

“At this time, we would be forced to recall all the contents of the relevant spells. The pain, difficulty, confusion, sadness, and other negative emotions when we learned the spells would also surge into our minds..”