This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees - Chapter 128

In the small black room called the "Starry Courtyard," the magical effects danced in various patterns.

Before long, the clear image of a middle-aged man appeared.

It was none other than Mr. Lawrence, the lord of Rolling Stone Town.

Matthew quietly closed his eyes, and the room fell into silence. Then, with some courage, he spoke, "I can explain."

Isabelle encouraged him with an upbeat tone, "No need to explain. I've said it before; it's your freedom to like whomever you want."

Eckmonde chimed in with surprise, "Isn't this the protagonist from the crystal ball last time? He's the lord of Rolling Stone Town, right? I remember Matthew is his magic consultant."

Isabelle furrowed her brows slightly, "Is that so? It seems like an office romance, which might not be a good thing."

Matthew hurriedly explained, "I was only using Lawrence to practice my spellcasting!"

Isabelle looked at Eckmonde, puzzled, "Do you even know what spellcasting means?"

Eckmonde shrugged, "Sorry, teacher, I'm also going through a midlife crisis, so I'm not up to date with young people's lingo."

Isabelle gave him a sidelong glance, "You really are going through a midlife crisis. I casually mentioned something to you last time, and you've remembered it to this day."

Eckmonde pursed his lips, choosing to remain silent and expressing his grievances through his eyes.

"Alright, Matthew, as I said before, you don't need to explain too much. For a mage, these things are irrelevant. At least you still think of a person. Remember, a hundred years ago, when I tested Eckmonde..." Isabelle began to speak, and Eckmonde was sweating nervously.

Thankfully, she stopped mid-sentence, changing the subject, "In any case, fetishes like this are not a big deal. According to the magical feedback, your body's acceptance of the guardian deity is excellent. This is good, and it will make my entry more convenient."

She continued, "In addition, your soul is several times more potent than the average person's. This is likely due to your status as a traveler. That's probably why Ronan took an interest in you."

Upon hearing this, Matthew was taken aback, staring at Isabelle with amazement. She appeared quite composed.

Matthew glanced at Eckmonde, and the white-robed mage just offered a friendly smile.

"What's with that expression? Travelers are nothing special, and the crystal wall system in Aindor is like an old madam who's been standing on the street corner for 20 years, pierced by all sorts of extraplanar visitors," Isabelle calmly explained.

Eckmonde added, "Aindor doesn't lack travelers. In fact, the spell that Teacher Isabelle is about to use—Guardian Deity—was brought from another universe by a traveler. It's an entirely different kind of magic beyond Aindor's established plane rules. None of our magical knowledge can explain this spell. After a period of adaptation, a new school of magic, known as 'Interdimensional Magic,' emerged within the Alliance. It's undeniable that many travelers are exceptionally talented, so during the conservative era of the founding gods, there was a round of persecution against you outsiders. However, everything changed when a traveler from the Icecrown Nebula became a deity. After that, there were several divine wars in the heavens, and the current order of the Celestial Palace was established during those wars. Unfortunately, the traveling deity was betrayed by their subordinates in the final battle and ultimately fell. Their body turned into meteors and fell all over the world. Due to their unique authority, when these fragments impacted Aindor, they formed the 'Sky Ruins.'"

Sky Ruins? Matthew thought. Isn't Lolan's divine power from the Sky Ruins? He hadn't expected it to be related to a traveler.

Eckmonde must have realized that Matthew had limited knowledge, so he continued explaining, "Throughout recorded history, there have been 120 travelers who made it into the Alliance. You are the 121st. According to our rough estimates, over the past 3,000 years, Aindor has welcomed nearly 2,000 extraplanar visitors, injecting a lot of vitality into this land. However, due to the era and the circumstances, under the gaze of the gods, they didn't appear much more exceptional than the natives of Aindor. Except for the 121st traveler. That person is the Cataclysm Mage."

Isabelle then added, "She's different from regular travelers. She came to this world through a different method."

Matthew quickly inquired, "Incarnation?"

Isabelle nodded, "Over 99% of travelers incarnate. It's a relatively simple and convenient method. Given the numerous random factors in the multiverse, and the high-dimensional nature of the soul realm, accidental incarnations are quite common. Usually, a traveler's soul must be powerful."

She continued, "But even so, you travelers are just fortunate candidates who meet the criteria."

"Yin, on the other hand, is an entirely different life form. Do you know that, Matthew?"

As she spoke, Isabelle seemed lost in her own thoughts, her gaze vacant, and Matthew felt awkward. He couldn't tell if she was asking a question or making a statement. So, he said, "I don't know."

Isabelle's hair trembled slightly, and she said in an annoyed tone, "I didn't expect you to answer. Next time, if you don't know, just stay quiet. Your voice interrupted my thoughts, and I'm not in a good mood now."

Matthew fell silent at once, and Isabelle turned to Eckmonde, asking, "Do you know?"

Eckmonde hesitated, "If I don't know, should I say 'I don't know,' or should I remain silent?"

Isabelle's white hair seemed to bristle, and Matthew quickly intervened, "Teacher, I recently met an orc from Stuluk. She told me her hometown was destroyed by a branch of the Aeternum Empire's Space Necromancer Corps. Now, that branch is rooted in Stuluk, which doesn't seem far from Aindor."

Isabelle's attention shifted slightly, and she pondered, "The Aeternum Empire? The name sounds familiar, and I recall that it's self-destructed, so it shouldn't be a concern."

Eckmonde added, "The self-destruction of the Aeternum Empire has been confirmed. It was once a formidable force from the depths of the cosmos and was even considered an imaginary adversary of the gods in the Celestial Palace. However, before any friction occurred between them, the Aeternum Empire was obliterated. The Space Necromancer Corps you mentioned, we've received related reports about them. However, Stuluk is beyond the crystalline walls of the material realm. Our Alliance has not yet grown to the point where we can interfere with interstellar affairs."

Upon hearing this, Isabelle added, somewhat cryptically, "Your Alliance might not have a chance to grow to that point. Before that, it will corrupt, collapse, and even self-destruct, much like the Aeternum Empire."

Eckmonde could only smile bitterly.

Isabelle's impatience showed on her face, "Enough dawdling, let's get started."

With those words, a brilliant magical light descended from the celestial dome, focusing on Matthew. He felt his body rise, and all he could see was a blinding whiteness.

In his dazed state, he felt something like a creature jumping out of his chest, landing on his shoulder, and then darting wildly around his body.

"Let me see where Ronan's guardian deity is hiding."

"Hey, little one, where are you hiding?"

"Huh, how did you get a layer torn?"

Isabelle's voice echoed from the distant whiteness.

Matthew couldn't see her face, and her voice seemed to come from different directions, sometimes close and sometimes far away.

His eyes teared up from the blinding light.

In his hazy state, he heard a crisp wail. "Gotcha!"

Isabelle chuckled triumphantly.

Matthew could sense that the small creature was being pulled out of his body.

Squinting, he finally saw what it looked like. It was a miniature, sacred stag!

"So this is what Ronan's guardian deity looks like," Matthew thought.

As he watched, the stag was pulled further away. Isabelle's reminder came, "I'm going in, Matthew."

Shortly after, a bone-chilling dragon roar echoed amidst the sea of white light.

In the midst of the brilliant light, a massive, pitch-black, and ferocious dragon appeared before Matthew. Its head was the size of a small mountain, and it looked like it could swallow him whole.

"Go! Guard! Seize!"

Isabelle chanted a few incantations methodically, and the monstrous dragon turned into billowing smoke, forcibly entering Matthew's chest.

He looked down at his chest but saw no visible signs. The system didn't provide any prompts either. This spell called the Guardian Deity was truly astonishing!

In an instant, the blinding light subsided, and Matthew found himself standing steadily on the ground. It seemed that the previous scene had been an illusion.

"Ronan's guardian deity can only be triggered twice, and one usage has already been consumed, so having him leave is not a loss for you," Isabelle explained.

In the small, dimly lit chamber known as the "Starry Courtyard," various magical effects danced in intricate patterns. Before long, a clear image of a middle-aged man appeared – it was none other than Mr. Lawrence, the lord of Rolling Stone Town.

Matthew quietly closed his eyes, and the room fell into silence. With a hint of courage, he spoke, "I can explain."

Isabelle, who had been watching the scene unfold, encouraged him with a calm tone, "There's no need to explain. As I've said before, it's your freedom to be fond of anyone you choose."

Eckmonde chimed in with a hint of surprise, "Isn't this the protagonist from the crystal ball last time? He's the lord of Rolling Stone Town, right? I remember Matthew is his magic consultant."

Isabelle furrowed her brows slightly, "Is that so? It seems like an office romance, which might not be a good thing."

Matthew hurriedly explained, "I was only using Lawrence to practice my spellcasting!"

Isabelle looked at Eckmonde with a quizzical expression, "Do you even know what spellcasting means?"

Eckmonde shrugged and responded, "My apologies, Professor. I'm going through a bit of a midlife crisis, and I'm not up to date with the latest young people's lingo."

Isabelle gave him a sidelong glance, "You really are in the middle of a midlife crisis. You remember that little detail from last time."

Eckmonde pursed his lips, choosing to remain silent and expressing his grievances through his eyes.

"Alright, Matthew, as I mentioned earlier, you don't need to explain too much. For a mage, these personal matters are irrelevant. At least you have someone you think of. Remember, a hundred years ago when I tested Eckmonde..."

She paused mid-sentence, changing the topic, "In any case, these preferences are not a significant issue. According to the magical feedback, your body's acceptance of the guardian deity is excellent. This is a good sign and will make my entry more convenient."

She continued, "Furthermore, your soul possesses several times the potency of an average person's. This is likely due to your status as a traveler. That's probably why Ronan took an interest in you."

Matthew was taken aback by this revelation, staring at Isabelle in amazement. She appeared composed and knowledgeable.

Matthew glanced at Eckmonde, who offered a friendly smile, realizing that Matthew had limited knowledge.

Isabelle added, "Travelers are not as unique as you might think, and the Aindor Crystal Wall system is like an old lady who has been standing on the street corner for twenty years, exposed to various extraplanar visitors."

Eckmonde chimed in, "Aindor doesn't lack travelers. In fact, the spell Isabelle is about to use – the Guardian Deity – was brought from another universe by a traveler. It's an entirely different kind of magic that goes beyond Aindor's established rules. None of our magical knowledge can explain this spell. After a period of adaptation, a new school of magic, known as 'Interdimensional Magic,' emerged within the Alliance. It's true that many travelers are exceptionally talented. So, during the conservative era of the founding gods, there was a round of persecution against outsiders like you. However, everything changed when a traveler from the Icecrown Nebula became a deity. Subsequently, there were several divine wars in the heavens, and the current order of the Celestial Palace was established during those wars. Unfortunately, the traveling deity was betrayed by their subordinates in the final battle and ultimately fell. Their body turned into meteors that fell all over the world, forming the 'Sky Ruins' due to their unique authority."

Matthew thought, "Sky Ruins? Isn't Lolan's divine power from the Sky Ruins?" He hadn't expected it to be related to a traveler.

Eckmonde realized Matthew's confusion and continued to explain, "Throughout recorded history, there have been 120 travelers who entered the Alliance. You are the 121st. According to our rough estimates, over the past 3,000 years, Aindor has welcomed nearly 2,000 extraplanar visitors, injecting a lot of vitality into this land. However, due to the era and circumstances, under the gaze of the gods, they didn't appear much more exceptional than the natives of Aindor. Except for the 121st traveler, you."

Isabelle then added, "You are different from regular travelers, Matthew. You came to this world through a different method."

Matthew asked, "Incarnation?"

Isabelle nodded, "Over 99% of travelers incarnate. It's a relatively simple and convenient method. Given the numerous random factors in the multiverse and the high-dimensional nature of the soul realm, accidental incarnations are quite common. Usually, a traveler's soul must be powerful."

She continued, "But even so, travelers like you are just fortunate candidates who meet the criteria."

"Yin, on the other hand, is an entirely different life form. Do you know that, Matthew?"

Isabelle's hair trembled slightly, and she said in an annoyed tone, "I didn't expect you to answer. Next time, if you don't know, just stay quiet. Your voice interrupted my thoughts, and I'm not in a good mood right now."

Matthew fell silent, and Isabelle turned to Eckmonde, asking, "Do you know?"

Eckmonde hesitated, "If I don't know, should I say 'I don't know,' or should I remain silent?"

Isabelle's white hair seemed to bristle, and Matthew quickly intervened, "Teacher, I recently met an orc from Stuluk. She told me her hometown was destroyed by a branch of the Aeternum Empire's Space Necromancer Corps. Now, that branch is rooted in Stuluk, which doesn't seem far from Aindor."

Isabelle's attention shifted slightly, and she pondered, "The Aeternum Empire? The name sounds familiar, and I recall that it's self-destructed, so it shouldn't be a concern."

Eckmonde added, "The self-destruction of the Aeternum Empire has been confirmed. It was once a formidable cosmic force and was even considered an imaginary adversary of the gods in the Celestial Palace. However, before any friction occurred between them, the Aeternum Empire was obliterated. The Space Necromancer Corps you mentioned... we've received related reports about them. However, Stuluk is beyond the crystalline walls of the material realm. Our Alliance has not yet grown to the point where we can interfere with interstellar affairs."

Isabelle said, somewhat cryptically, "Your Alliance might not have a chance to grow to that point. Before that, it will corrupt, collapse, and even self-destruct, much like the Aeternum Empire."

Eckmonde could only smile bitterly.

Isabelle's impatience showed on her face, "Enough dawdling; let's get started."

With those words, a brilliant magical light descended from the celestial dome, focusing on Matthew. He felt his body rise, and all he could see was a blinding whiteness.

In his dazed state, he felt something like a creature jumping out of his chest, landing on his shoulder, and then darting wildly around his body.

"Let me see where Ronan's guardian deity is hiding."

"Hey, little one, where are you hiding?"

"Huh, how did you get a layer torn?"

Isabelle's voice echoed from the distant whiteness.

Matthew couldn't see her face, and her voice seemed to come from different directions, sometimes close and sometimes far away.

His eyes teared up from the blinding light.

In his hazy state, he heard a crisp wail. "Gotcha!"

Isabelle chuckled triumphantly.

Matthew could sense that the small creature was being pulled out of his body.

Squinting, he finally saw what it looked like. It was a miniature, sacred stag!

"So this is what Ronan's guardian deity looks like," Matthew thought.

As he watched, the stag was pulled further away. Isabelle's reminder came, "I'm going in, Matthew."

Shortly after, a bone-chilling dragon roar echoed amidst the sea of white light.

In the midst of the brilliant light, a massive, pitch-black, and ferocious dragon appeared before Matthew. Its head was the size of a small mountain, and it looked like it could swallow him whole.

"Go! Guard! Seize!"

Isabelle chanted a few incantations methodically, and the monstrous dragon turned into billowing smoke, forcibly entering Matthew's chest.

He looked down at his chest but saw no visible signs. The system didn't provide any prompts either. This spell called the Guardian Deity was truly astonishing!

In an instant, the blinding light subsided, and Matthew found himself standing steadily on the ground. It seemed that the previous scene had been an illusion.

"Ronan's guardian deity can only be triggered twice, and one usage has already been consumed, so having him leave is not a loss for you," Isabelle explained.

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