Necromancer's Farming Diary

[Lord + Farming + Slow Heat + Easy to Go] There were fresh strangulation marks on his neck, and only a pair of leaky trousers were left on his body. The gravekeeper beside him was so frightened that he almost peed: "You're... You're cheating a corpse!" Me: Uncle, can I borrow some clothes? It's very cold. As a necromancer who was thrown into the dirt by the Church of the Pure, the first thing I thought about was not revenge, but... Borrowing some clothes. The second thing... I realized something was wrong with me. … Later, someone said that a murderous necromancer appeared in the Black Ridge Territory deep in the Black Ridge Mountains. I looked at the mountains of bone farm tools and skeleton fertilizers piled up in the warehouse, and fell into deep thought: "How about... We open up the wasteland on the hill next door first?" Who says the undead must be natural disasters, the church? Paladin? I'll talk to you after I harvest this season's potatoes first.