A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1709: Has anyone ever told you that you’re a killjoy?

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Matthew’s mind moved.

The cosmic base rock quickly vanished.

The murder power of domain below had disappeared without a trace.

To this, Matthew had no emotional fluctuations.

He swiftly summoned Soldier and then summoned Death Knight 47 and Queen of Banshees, Sinfran, to assist:

“Eliminate all the frenzied who have lost their sanity.”

“If they still retain some rationality, hand them over to the law enforcement of Order City.”

“Just keep those who have signed the blood covenant.”

The next moment.

Matthew summoned Troll Princess Ruiqi from the Yeager Blade.

Half a year passed.

The Troll Kingdom had not sent anyone to negotiate with Matthew, presumably they had completely given up on the princess.

Upon Ruiqi’s own insistent request, Matthew transformed her into a Dark Maid, to lead all the other Dark Servants.

“Keep an eye on that blood covenant, and don’t let them tamper with it.”

Matthew cautioned.

Dressed in a black and white maid’s outfit, Ruiqi bowed respectfully to Matthew:

“Master.”

“Everything will be as you wish.”

Matthew nodded.

After becoming a Dark Maid, Ruiqi was a stronger soul type than the banshees.

She was backed by the powerful energy contained within the Yeager Blade.

Her power was not inferior to the Queen of Banshees.

With these four overseeing the ruins.

The offspring of the God of Murder could hardly stir up any trouble.

Moreover.

The butterfly was still watching from above.

Matthew turned and directed more of his attention towards that potential thief.

“It’s a good thing I learned a trick or two from Vasnov, leaving a mental power worm in that congress…”

Matthew concentrated his Insight.

He quickly found the direction.

Half a minute later.

His figure abruptly appeared outside the prison walls on the northern edge of the Old Theater District.

Meanwhile in the sky.

More Magic Balloons began moving.

As if to clarify the situation for Matthew.

Spotlight after spotlight crazily shot towards the prison.

At the same time.

The supernatural being Weining, who was responsible for liaising between Butterfly and Matthew, also arrived beside the latter.

The young man still looked somewhat nervous, but no longer as constrained as before.

He spoke:

“The people from Black River Prison have been evacuated, I mean, all the staff except for the prisoners have left…”

Matthew gave him a surprised glance.

Trepidation appeared on Weining’s face:

“It’s an order from the city lord.”

“It was carried out during the day.”

“Besides, most of the prison staff are innocent…”

Matthew abruptly gestured for him to stop—

These guys really think of themselves as experts at depopulating excess population, don’t they?

Matthew could see right through it.

Butterfly only evacuated the staff and then left all the prisoners here.

It was clearly an attempt to pass the buck to him!

But in front of the young man.

Matthew was too lazy to explain too much; sometimes the stereotype of a necromancer was quite useful.

At least when he really needed to clear the area, there would be fewer things to consider.

Outside Black River Prison was a relatively solid magic barrier.

But this was no challenge for Matthew.

He easily cut an opening in the barrier with the Sword of Slaughter.

Afterward, Matthew easily vaulted over the wall.

During this process.

Weining also transformed into a black cat and followed in.

“You’re a druid?”

Matthew asked casually.

Weining nodded:

“Elemental Association.”

“I mainly specialize in transforming into various elemental creatures, which is quite popular within Order City.”

“Sometimes, as a human enforcing the law, you encounter severe resistance from other humans; but when you become an elemental creature, they tend to cooperate more.”

“That’s why a good number of law enforcers in the Innocent Balance are elemental druids.”

Matthew thought it was indeed realistic.

Guided by the Magic Balloon spotlights, Matthew continued following his Insight through the prison, clearly viewing the interior landscape.

The outer areas were desolate.

Even the surface buildings where humans were confined were silent, an abnormal condition that Matthew anticipated.

“Most of Black River Prison’s main body is underground, with seven levels in total, though rumors claim the original design had nine levels.”

Weining explained:

“However, this prison is the private property of the Ingram family; even we from the Truth Sect don’t know much about its more specific internal structure. If you want, I can contact the city lord to see if we can get the original blueprints.”

Matthew nodded slightly.

The young man was quite insightful.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

The next second.

Matthew’s Insight picked up a multitude of faint red lights beginning to emerge—

These were dense, yet not particularly dangerous alarms!

Boom!

One after another, the main building doors of the prison were violently burst open from the inside, with many iron gates and bars becoming twisted.

Matthew walked in fearlessly.

Along the corridor.

In each of the densely packed cells.

Prisoners glowing with a yellowish hue wrestled frantically against the bars and doors!

Seeing this scene.

Weining’s pupils shrank dramatically.

Then.

He noticed an even more terrifying detail—

“Their brains…”

Matthew coldly replied:

“Have been completely scooped out from behind, though the outer skull is still there.”

“Maybe it wasn’t done by a person.”

“Speaking of which, was this also arranged by your city lord?”