Chapter 951: The Troll Underground Palace and the Evil Crown
Matthew, who couldnât stand the smell of tobacco, also walked away silently.
He had already calmed down.
He had already reacted.
Due to his previous experiences and habits, Matthew always liked to arrange everything properly before every incident.
But this operation was different.
The one in charge was a legendary priest, and the other follower was a legendary poet and a Deceiving Demigod.
He did not need to worry so much!
He just had to follow behind the big boss.
They must have their reasons for not caring about their peers. Matthew didnât need to think so much.
On the other hand.
He wasnât that eager to rob tombs.
To put it bluntly, this operation was Matthewâs temporary meal replacement for the obstruction of his trip to Jade Court.
Regarding how much he really wanted to rob a tombâŠ
At most, he would only think that if a Necromancer didnât try to rob a tomb, his career would be incomplete.
Just treat it as an outing. It was not bad to gain some knowledge!
A few minutes later.
Lorraine and Camela finished smoking and came to Matthewâs side. The former asked,
âWhat are you doing?â
Matthew waved the shovel in his hand and replied,
âRemove the weeds around these trees. Did you see that? This kind of weed, called Thorn Blood, has an extremely strong hindrance to the growth of trees. These trees have almost been sucked dry of nutrients. In the long run, death is an inevitable outcome.
âSince I saw them, I might as well help them.â
As he spoke.
Matthew cleaned up the ground nearby.
Very quickly.
The thorn blood near the black pine trees was cleaned up.
Under the astonished gazes of the two.
Matthew also put the Thorn Blood into his inventory.
âDo these weeds have other uses?â
Lorraine asked curiously.
Matthew explained,
âThese weeds are very useful. On one hand, they are very suitable for raising pigs, cattle, sheep, horses, and other animals.
âOn the other hand, after the thorn blood is burned to ashes, it can be used to make a hemostatic ointment. This ointment can promote the self-healing of human tissuesâŠâ
Camela couldnât help but say,
âYouâre a necromancer, and youâre only fiddling with these things all day?
âNo wonder you donât have the stench of an ordinary necromancer!â
Lorraine immediately interrupted,
âI still think that coquettish smell is more appropriate.â
Camela raised her eyebrows.
Lorraine didnât budge.
Matthew sighed and carried the shovel to weed the black pine tree on the other side.
He was weeding.
He also thought about the White Tiger Elf Molly.
âThat white tiger of hers is really beautiful!â
Matthew thought enviously.
..
Forty minutes later.
East of the Forest of Ruins, in front of a two-story wooden house.
Matthew and the other two stood side by side.
Although Lorraine and Camela had been bickering along the way.
Fortunately, their journey was not delayed.
This was where Camela lived in seclusion. Matthew noticed that in addition to the cabin itself, there was a sizeable herb garden next to it.
The periphery of the herb garden was surrounded by a simple fence, and the shadow of a large number of herbs could be vaguely seen.
âYou actually planted so many herbs!â
Lorraine looked surprised.
Camela snorted.
âYou didnât think I made up an excuse to cheat you of your cigars, did you?
âBesides, I canât rely on just divine spells to save people.
âCome in.â
Camela led the two of them in.
However, they did not enter the small house. Instead, they entered the medicinal garden beside it.
Camela strode ahead.
Matthew followed suit.
And during this process, he keenly discovered that there was a large number of hallucinatory potions planted in the herb garden!
Other than some drugs that might be used for anaesthesia.
Most of them were extremely addictive hallucinogenic drugs!
In the lush greenery, Matthew even saw a familiar plant!
âCollin tobacco?â
He could not help but snort.
Camela, who was in front, replied casually,
âYes, do you want it?â
Matthew waved his hand.
âIâm just curious why you would grow this kind of⊠Forbidden items?â
â For research, Mr. Matthew.â
Camela replied solemnly,
â Other than being a clergyman, Iâm also a herbalist.â
â The reason why the Wood Elvesâ Moonlight and I have a good relationship is because I have a close personal relationship with their commander. A long time ago, the higher-ups of the Jade Court entrusted me with concocting a formula that can alleviate the symptoms of those who have lost their hearts. In order to achieve this goal, research on Collin tobacco leaves was naturally unavoidable.â
Although she said that, the seriousness on Matthewâs face did not fade.
The main reason was that the Collin tobacco leaf was too famous. It was a magical plant from purgatory. It was originally a terrifying species created by the Lord of Nine Hells, Barthor, to corrupt the elves.
The effect of this thing wasâŠ
After consuming it, it will immediately produce a slight hallucinatory effect. After about 15 minutes, the user will be able to âbreak the limit of the number of spellsâ!
Everyone knew.
In Aindor, almost all spells were calculated by the number of times they could be used per day.
After exceeding the limit, even the most brilliant mage would find it difficult to cast the same spell.
This was actually a limitation of the human body.
This was because magic, or aether, was highly corrosive.
It could trace the source of any spellcasting power when it was out of control.
If you use the same spell in large numbers on the same dayâŠ
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