A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 232: Demigod Ritual!

Translator: Lonelytree

Lawrence looked very sincere.

However, the commotion in the audience became even more intense.

The audience was all influential people in Marsh Water City. They might not have anything else, but they definitely had a good sense of the situation.

When Lawrence made Mrs. Jess spit out poison, many audience members saw that the situation was not good and prepared to escape.

However, they soon realized that all the doors to the theatre were closed.

One by one, people wearing red masks walked out from the shadows of the various passages.

They blocked all the exits.

“Plague King!”

Someone stood on the steps and shouted,

“I have no intention of interfering in your dispute with others. Open the door and let me leave.’ Lawrence smiled brightly.

“I can’t do that unfortunately.”

In the corridor on the left, a middle-aged man with a fat face said unhappily,

“So, are you the Plague King? I know you. You’re a clown in the circus of this theatre. You’re doing your job well.

“Listen, buddy, I don’t know what kind of conflict you have with your colleagues, but you’d better let us go now.

“The Four Sacred Halls are hunting you down. You shouldn’t be so ostentatious.”

Lawrence’s expression did not change, but his tone became sharp.

“Although you are an audience member, I don’t like the way you talk to me.”

“Being born to a higher class doesn’t mean that you can always be high and mighty.”

“It’s time you had an acute fever.”

As soon as he said that.

The plump man’s face immediately turned pale, and his forehead began to sweat crazily!

He lay on the railing of the corridor and vomited.

Immediately after.

A crackling sound came from his crotch.

The strange smell quickly spread.

Everyone avoided him.

Only his servant subconsciously helped him up. However, when he saw his master suddenly become terminally ill, the servant was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly.

“Holy water, holy water!”

The man struggled as he vomited.

The servant was enlightened.

He quickly found a bottle of holy water. Under the plump man’s desperate gaze, the servant actually swallowed the holy water in one gulp!

Lawrence snorted.

It was as if it was to verify his statement.

In the next second.

The servant who had just drunk the holy water also became the same as the plump man.

First, his face instantly turned as white as paper.

Immediately after, he vomited and shat on the spot.

The people around him all avoided him as if he were a god of the plague.

However, the plague still spread quickly.

A noblewoman with a child noticed her daughter’s strange behaviour. She hurriedly took out a short staff from her bag!

“Biu-”

A white light flashed.

The child’s gradually pale face instantly returned to normal.

“Purification Staff? Do we have a Mage in the audience?”

Lawrence looked at the lady with interest.

The noblewoman warned coldly,

“I don’t care if you’re the legendary Plague King or not. If you dare to hurt my child, I’ll burn your bones and scatter your ashes.

“The people from the Four Great Temples will be here soon. You won’t be able to seal off the theatre for too long. There might be a Mage even more powerful than me hiding in the audience.

“So, if you know what’s good for you, quickly get your men out of the way. You should get lost too. Don’t disturb us from watching Mr. Brandon’s performance!”

This lady was clearly Brandon’s true fan.

With every word she said, the smile on Lawrence’s face disappeared.

When she finished speaking.

Lawrence’s face turned gloomy.

He stared at the lady and asked in a clear voice,

“Is it because I’m always smiling that you think I can be so easily bullied?

I’ve been smiling all this time because I’m playing the role of the male lead, Duradin. He’s a character who loves to smile, so not only do I have to smile, but I also have to smile brightly, warmly, and cheerfully. But this doesn’t mean that I only know how to smile.

“If you want me to play a devil, I will!”

As he said the last word, Lawrence’s face suddenly began to twitch.

There seemed to be something squirming crazily under his skin.

Pairs of sharp teeth emerged from his gums.

Accompanying it.

There was also a forked tongue that was about 30 to 40 centimetres long sticking out of his mouth!

“I already said that I am the Plague King. How dare you good-for-nothings look down on me?!”

Lawrence stood on the stage and said hysterically,

“Then I’ll let you have a taste of the plague. Now-cough!” Lawrence’s bloodshot eyes bulged out abnormally.

He pointed his right hand in the direction of the noblewoman.

The audience started coughing violently!

Cough, cough, cough!

The incessant coughing sounded like a symphony.

“You… Achoo!”

Lawrence waved his right hand and shouted at another audience.

Sneezing sounds could be heard from the audience.

“Itchy!”

“Heart palpitations!”

“Menopedic pain!” “Impotent!” “Sleepiness!”

“ADHD!” “Face paralysis!” “Twitchy mouth! ”

“Crotch pain!”

Lawrence began to blurt out all kinds of illnesses.

The vast majority of the audience became struck by diseases.

The theatre became noisy, but no one had the time to stand up and talk back to Lawrence.

Lawrence looked at the scene with satisfaction.

This chaotic disease storm lasted for about three minutes..