A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 50: Silver Moon Zombie

Translator: Lonelytree

“Thank you, just water will do.”

He was sitting comfortably on the sofa.

It was completely different from the tension that many guests felt when they first visited.

Every detail of Zeller’s body showed that he was very relaxed.

Tonight, he was wearing a thin purple short trench coat. With the black inner lining and long pants, the white belt was particularly eye-catching. In the middle of the belt was a silver circle, and the pattern on it changed constantly.

Goat Horn, Rainbow, Blade Willow Leaf, Girl, Farm Bull, Book, Killer…

Hanging on the right side of the belt were a few cute frog dolls.

They looked vivid and lifelike.

Matthew noticed this when he first entered the door. He couldn’t help but take a few more glances.

He had to admit.

Zeller’s handsomeness was from the inside out. If his appearance could only be considered above average, then his inner charm could drive most intelligent creatures crazy.

This was a warlock.

He was a professional charmer.

“This kind of charm ability feels just a little worse than Lulu’s.”

Matthew was secretly shocked.

On the other side.

The attentive Peggy had already brought up the water that Zeller had ordered.

However, Matthew felt his scalp go numb with just a glance.

“Peggy, why did you bring out the entire water tank from the kitchen?”

Peggy glared at him.

“What? I’m afraid that Zeller won’t have enough to drink.”

Matthew was speechless.

Peggy was indeed a mutant among mutants. Logically speaking, undead creatures were immune to charm, but she seemed to be mesmerized. But even so, Matthew still felt that she was acting.

“Are you that eager for a pay raise? Did I really give too little?” He even thought of this.

A small quarrel broke out between the master and servant.

Zeller did not mind.

He magically took out an empty bottle from his sleeve and filled it with water.

Then, he used the same trick and grabbed a few pieces of ginger to sprinkle them into the cup.

“Ever since I awakened at the age of 13, I only drank this.”

Zeller explained with a smile.

Matthew responded and finally thought of a way to send Peggy away. It was not until the figure of the Tauren completely disappeared in front of the two that Zeller suddenly sighed.

“It’s because of this that I don’t want to go out and meet people.”

As he spoke.

His eyes darted around Matthew’s body teasingly.

“Mr Matthew, other than Rheagar, you were the first person to ignore my charm when you first met me completely. This is very impressive.”

Matthew waved his hand.

“You’re overpraisinz me. Your charm leaves a deep impression on me. Speaking

of which, is there no way to restrain your charm?”

Zeller took a sip of cold ginger water.

“Yes. But I’m already in a state where I’m trying my best to restrain my charm.”

Matthew was silent.

“Charm that doesn’t match one’s strength is often the root of trouble.” Zeller continued, “I still remember that when I was 13 years old, I was sold to a big noble with a vast territory because I was too beautiful.

“That big-bellied middle-aged man kept saying that he wanted to take me as his adopted son.

“In the first week, he did a good job on the surface. He found someone to teach me how to read, taught me etiquette, and even bought me a pony to ride on.

“I was really happy at that time. I thought I had met a good person.

“That was until the day he undid his belt when we were alone in the room. He asked me to help him do it.”

Matthew couldn’t help but ask, “And then?”

Zeller smiled and said, “Then I awakened and became a Warlock.

‘ Of course, this is the simplified version. In fact, there are a lot of complicated contents in the middle, but they can’t be explained in a few words. Regardless, that’s not the reason why I came to visit you today.”

Matthew nodded. “Please speak.”

“First of all, I want to thank you on behalf of Sif. I watched this child grow up.

If anything happened to her that night, I would be very sad.”

Zeller said as he solemnly untied a frog doll hanging from his belt.

He handed it to Matthew. “A small gift. Please accept it. It might bring you luck.”

Matthew hesitated.

In the end, he still took it.

He rolled the doll in his palm and did not find anything unusual.

“So even you know the truth?”

Matthew asked casually.

Zeller smiled gently. “No one will really believe Blake’s story about the Necromancer of Baiyan City, right?”

Matthew coughed twice.

“However, it was Rheagar who told me the true identity of that Necromancer,”

Zeller added.

In the next second.

His expression turned serious.

In that incident, the people who died at your hands belonged to the Order of Calamity, a newly rising evil organization. According to our latest intelligence, the Order of Calamity has no intention of stopping. They are recruiting more people to harass Rolling Stone Town.

“Their primary target is you.”