A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees-Chapter 58 - : Ursul’s Reprimand

Chapter 58: Ursul’s Reprimand

Translator: Lonelytree

A few Boston Ivy covered it, and the white and pink flowers added some vitality to this slightly desolate low building.

The wooden door was half-open.

On the grass in front of the door was a set of mailboxes and a wooden sign that said Veterans Association.

Matthew leaned over.

He first rang the bell for a while and only walked in steadily after making sure that no one answered.

Behind the door was an open and cold front hall. The air was filled with the faint smell of herbs.

A few rough stone pillars appeared in front of him, and the reception area was empty.

“I can’t see anything.”

It was clearly early in the morning, but it gave Matthew the illusion that it was getting late.

“Is anyone there?”

He lowered his voice and shouted twice.

After a while.

The sound of footsteps could be heard coming from the spiral staircase.

A tigure appeared at the end ot the stairs.

The man had a head full of white hair and was old, but his pace was fast and steady.

He was very tall and had to hold the handrail to maintain his balance when he went down the stairs, but his back was always straight, and his posture was perfect.

“I’m Old Fallon. Who are you looking for?”

The old man came in front of Matthew and sized him up with his turbid eyes. His tone was neither servile nor overbearing.

Matthew immediately showed Richard’s recommendation letter. “My name is Matthew. I’m here to look for you. My friend needs a pair of weapons. ”

Old Fallon took the letter silently.

Then he opened the wooden door to the maximum, allowing more sunlight to seep in. Then, he took out a monocle wrapped in layers of blue velvet from his shirt pocket and began to read carefully.

“Mr Matthew.”

Old Fallon meticulously put away the monocle and said in a very formal tone,

“I’m already very old. I’m afraid I don’t have the strength to forge a new weapon for your friend.”

Matthew had actually given up hope the moment he saw Old Fallon.

He looked at least seventy years old.

Indeed, he did not seem to be at the age where he could start forging at any time.

“However, I had collected many weapons when I was young. For Richard’s sake, I am willing to sell one of them to you.”

Old Farron continued, “The current problem is that I need to know your friend’s profession, usage requirements, and various habits. It would be best if he could come here in person and let me see his hands. Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to choose a suitable weapon for him.” Matthew thought for a moment and reminded,

“My friend, he is not human.”

Old Fallon’s expression did not change. “That changes nothing.”

Matthew nodded.

The old man in front of him had also fought his way out of purgatory with Rhaegar. He definitely had some knowledge and experience, so he naturally wouldn’t make a fuss out of it.

Hence, he thought for a moment and summoned Soldier.

The light of the contract flashed.

A skeleton hidden under a dark red cloak appeared silently.

“Skeleton? Can you order him to walk a few steps for me?”

Old Fallon’s eyes lit up with surprise.

Matthew ordered Soldier to cooperate.

The latter subconsciously twisted his hips as he walked.

Old Fallon couldn’t help but laugh.

“Is it actually the Blade Dancer? This is the first time I’ve seen a dead spirit retain the skills of a blade dancer. It’s unbelievable!”

Matthew was delighted. He knew that he had met an expert today, so he hurriedly asked, “Are you familiar with the profession of Blade Dancer?” Old Fallon thought about it.

“I’m not familiar with it. I just had a good time with an understanding blade dancer. Unfortunately, we didn’t end up together.”

As he spoke.

He seemed to see the curiosity in Matthew’s eyes, so he took the initiative to add,

“The Blade Dancer is a special profession in the Thousand Sails Archipelago.

The dancers there perfectly combine dance and sword techniques, creating an incredible way of killing.

“Most of the time, the Blade Dancers were female, but their leader was most likely a male. In my memory, the leader of the Blade Dancer was close to the tier of Legendary power.

“The Blade Dancer had extremely strong assassination abilities. They were one of the two most terrifying Rogue advancements in the Endless Ocean.”

Matthew asked curiously, “What about the other one?”

“Ninja.” A strange syllable came out of Old Fallon’s throat.

“Just like the Sword Dancer, the Ninjas were created by the islanders to protect themselves. In the past few decades, you could see many sword dancers and ninjas in Gem City and Dragon Bay. However, since the incident of the ” Evil dragon in the sea “, the islands they lived on were overturned or submerged by endless waves. Now, it is very difficult to see these two kinds of advanced rogues.”

Matthew secretly noted it down.

Soldier didn’t respond to the old man’s description.

He just kept twisting his hips.

He twisted and twisted.

His figure suddenly disappeared.

If Matthew hadn’t given the order to reveal himself in time, he would have twisted himself away to oblivion.

“He shows a very deep soul instinct. He must have been a very outstanding blade dancer when he was alive. He might even be someone I knew.” Old Fallon’s eyes were filled with emotion.

With Matthew’s help, he grabbed Soldier’s hands and examined them.

“I know what weapon to choose for you. Please follow me.”

Old Fallon led Matthew up the stairs.

He took two steps.

He suddenly stopped and asked,

‘ You can summon skeleton soldiers with the inheritance of the Blade Dancer, and you have a letter of recommendation from Richard.. You must be the rumoured Necromancer with the Bone Dragon, right?”