A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees
Chapter 487 - 487: Battle ReflexChapter 487: Battle Reflex
Translator: Lonelytree
Matthew stared at that thing without blinking.
The words to stop her from running to Undercity were stuck in his mouth.
[Prompt: Your partner, Peggy, has handed you a piece of Mithril!]
“You seemed to have something to telljust now?”
While preparing to cook, Peggy looked at Matthew in confusion. Matthew took the piece of mithril, coughed, and then said seriously,
“Bring Soldier with you next tyou go out. Be careful. Don’t bring potential enemies home. “And most importantly-
“The next tyou encounter such a thing, “Remember to search the area thoroughly.”
The next morning.
As usual, Matthew went to the liege’s residence to slack off.
Zeller wasn’t here today.
It was said that there was a storm in the Highleaf Region, so he went to the Kevin Village at the border to check on the situation.
There was only the anxious Rheagar and the listless Matthew in the office.
Rheagar’s uneasiness cfrom Sif.
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At the moment, it was inevitable that he felt a little homesick.
Matthew’s mental exhaustion cfrom the ability that was about to be formed in his mind and had been stuck for a long time.
Originally, under the effect of the potion, he only needed a small battle to have a chance to directly awaken that ability.
However, after encountering Yellow Jade Dragon, things becsomewhat uncontrollable.
He had also gained many benefits from the Spore Society.
However, this ability was really stuck there.
Matthew had been trying for most of the night.
But no matter what he did, the ability wouldn’t be formed.
This inevitably made him depressed.
Matthew yawned crazily the entire morning.
At noon.
He planned to find an opportunity to slip away.
In the end, Rheagar didn’t take a nap today.
He walked out of the room, holding an exquisite small round shield in his hand, and went to Matthew’s office.
Rheagar said,
I’m about to go to Purgatory, so I have to make proper preparations. I found this thing in my previous adventure bag. In theory, this thing is a magic immunity shield that can resist all magic, but I’m worried that its quality will decline after years of disrepair.
“Can you helptest it?”
Matthew yawned weakly.
“I’m sorry, Rheagar. I’m not in a good state today. “How about tomorrow? I’ll definitely help you test it tomorrow.”
Rheagar took out five gold coins. “I’ll pay.”
Matthew smiled helplessly.
It’s not about the money. There seems to be a problem with my focus today. I can’t cast a spell.”
Rheagar said unhappily,
“In the past, when you askedto practice spells with you, I agreed every time.”
Matthew smiled bitterly.
“It’s really not that I’m refusing to agree, it’s that my focus… Alright, I’ll go ask Madam Wesley for a cup of coffee and see if I can find the feeling of casting a spell.”
Rheagar waved his hand.
“What coffee do you want…”
Suddenly.
He raised his shield and shouted with a hateful expression, “You Motherfucker!”
An indescribable anger exploded in Matthew’s heart.
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He could not help but raise his hand and cast a Malicious Shapeshifting spell!
Puff!
The white light hit the round shield that was supposedly immune to magic.
Rheagar turned into a sheep with his shield.
At that moment.
Matthew’s eyes lit up.
He suddenly felt something.
The thing in his mindIt cout!
[Hint: After a period of battle exploration, you have mastered a new ability, Battle Reflex.]
[Battle Reflex: When you encounter a fixed crisis or meet the conditions, you will be able to use the corresponding spell or ability instinctively without thinking.]
[Spells or abilities used through Battle Reflex are not limited by the number of uses per day.]
Matthew looked at the goat on the ground excitedly.
He wished he could pick him up and kiss him.
He didn’t expect that the problem that had troubled him for most of the night would be solved just like that!
He was just about to remove the transformation spell for Rheagar when a weak voice cfrom the corridor.
“Matthew?
“Are you there?”
It was Sif’s voice.