A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Matthew couldn't help but take out a mirror to look at himself.

The so-called mark of prey.

Its appearance was like a scar scratched by a wild beast with three claws.

It was different from ordinary wounds.

The three scars were still flashing with a dark red bloody light.

Matthew covered it with his hand.

It was quite hot.

After a very long time.

Only then did the burning scar slowly disappear, gradually turning into a tattoo-like existence.

Matthew frowned.

He could feel that this thing was a bit like Soria's enchantment spell, permanently becoming a part of his body.

It seemed to be a little difficult to remove it.

At the same time.

He also sensed the hidden attributes of the Prey Brand.

[Additional Effect: When the Prey Brand is activated, your resistance to Command and Charm spells of the opposite sex will increase by 100%.]

At the same time, your resistance to Sif's Command and Charm spells is reduced to 10% of normal!

When any member of the opposite sex has intimate physical contact, mucus contact, or bodily fluid communication with you.

The brand will automatically enter the activated state.

[You can feel a slight pain and receive a temporary focus +1 attribute increase!]

Matthew's expression gradually became subtle.

Sif…

"Are you purely treating me as your private property?"

Deep down in his heart, there was a sense of dissatisfaction that he had been offended.

However, there was a vague feeling.

He was interested in Sif, who had changed so much.

"It is possible that I am also a strong person in my bones. It is inevitable that I will be interested in powerful strength…"

Matthew laughed bitterly in his heart.

If he couldn't get rid of this mark, he would have to lower his head when facing Sif in the future.

" Barthor's blood is indeed one of the strongest sources of power in Inferno Hell. No wonder I couldn't resist her command spell just now."

Matthew's emotions were complicated.

This power was indeed terrifying. No wonder Rheagar was so anxious.

His obedient and gentle daughter was suddenly at risk of losing control, and she couldn't control it at all. Anyone would feel uncomfortable.

But for Matthew.

The biggest reminder of what had just happened was still-

"In the future, I have to put those two divinities in a place where I can get them at any time!

" If I had those two divinities, Sif's command spell would not have succeeded, and I wouldn't be in such a sorry state."

Matthew scratched his head, suddenly not knowing what to do next.

According to the plan he had discussed with Vivien.

He planned to secretly escort Sif to the northernmost floating city, but now that something like this had happened, Matthew suddenly felt a little embarrassed to go.

So he sat down on the magic carpet.

He quickly wrote two letters.

One of them was for Hibbert, and the other was for Vivien.

He gave Vivien more words.

Matthew could tell that no matter what he asked Hibbert to do, it would still be Vivien who would help him.

Instead of doing this.

He might as well trouble Vivien directly.

It would also save Hibbert the trouble of relaying the message.

The content of the letter was actually quite simple.

He explained Sif's situation and hoped that Hibbert and Vivien could find a good teacher for her.

As for the cost…

Matthew said that if there was anything they could use, they could just ask.

He would send it to them when the time came.

Of course.

Rheagar was definitely the one who paid for this.

When he thought of Rheagar.

Matthew could not help but feel a headache coming on.

However, he had to finish what he started. He had already agreed to it, and now that he had sent Sif away, he still had to explain it to the other side.

Half an hour later.

In the office hall of the lord's manor.

"So, you just let her go?"

Rheagar jumped up from the sofa.

"What else?"

Matthew licked his injured lips unnaturally.

"You have to let her learn to be independent, right?"

Rheagar clenched his fists.

"Other than asking you to apologize to me, does she have nothing else to say to me?"

Matthew thought for a moment.

" Right now, Sif is like a child who has just entered the rebellious phase. Her emotions fluctuate greatly. There are many things that she would rather hide in her heart than say publicly. This is very normal."

As he spoke.

He licked his lips again.

Rheagar frowned and sighed deeply.

" But I still feel bad about letting her leave just like that."

Matthew licked his lips for the third time.

He had no choice.

It hurt a little.

It was purely an unconscious action.

He continued to console Rheagar as he licked his lips.

"You have to let her go out and see the world. Maybe the real world is far from being as beautiful as she imagined. Maybe she will remember her father's goodness when she encounters difficulties."

Hearing this.

Rheagar slowly nodded.

"What you said makes sense."

But then he looked at Matthew suspiciously.

"What happened to your lips?

"Don't tell me you fell off a magic carpet?"

Matthew instinctively wanted to hide it.

However, he thought about it.

Sif had changed too much. As Sif's father and his friend, Rheagar seemed to have the right to know all this.

So Matthew said frankly,

"Sif bit me."

Rheagar was stunned for a moment.

Then, without another word, he went into the room at the back.

After a while.

He then angrily came out with his sword,

"You bastard, how dare you take advantage of my daughter?!"