This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees - Chapter 55

In the cozy cabin, Blackthorn, sipping a glass of clear water, continued to speak confidently:

"During the years I spent tracing the trail of the Pan Dragon, I had dealings with many Su clanspeople. Among them, some possessed advanced professions distinct from those on the Aindor continent. A Su clan elder once told me that in ancient times, the Eastern Continent witnessed an elite profession capable of transcending life and death, known as the 'Daoist.'"

"Unfortunately, the Su clanspeople who arrived on the flying ship did not possess the complete Daoist lineage. Some of them merged the power of the indigenous shamans from the Savage Tooth Peninsula with their professional skills, creating a path to balance life and death."

"This advanced path is known among the Su clans as the 'Harmony Envoys,' and only those of level 8 or higher can advance into it."

"However, Harmony Envoys are quite rare. I've only heard about similar legacies on a remote island in the Aru Inland Sea."

"The Su clanspeople on that island are extremely reclusive, leading a life cut off from the outside world. I helped them by slaying a sea monster and earned their recognition, but I still didn't get a chance to meet a real Harmony Envoy."

"Perhaps it's just a legend among the Su clanspeople. Controlling both life and death is contrary to the usual professions on the Aindor continent."

"Daoists and shamans, fused into Harmony Envoys? This lineage has suddenly piqued Martin's immense interest."

"He had researched the information about Su from Samantha, but most of it was hearsay or maps showing the route to Su."

"As for the captain's son and the treasure she mentioned, there was very little information available."

"In this situation, Martin had initially planned to take the safe route, advancing as a 'High-Level Necromancer.'"

"After all, whether it was the Pale Lord or other advanced necromancers, they tended to lean towards the forces of evil to varying degrees."

"Only the advancement of the necromancer profession itself could maintain a delicate balance."

"The ritual to become a High-Level Necromancer was not particularly difficult. Martin just needed to find some unfamiliar undead beings in the wilderness and have a heartfelt conversation with them throughout the night. By any means, gaining the recognition of these unfamiliar undead beings before dawn would complete the 'Night of Necromancy' ritual, earning him the title of a High-Level Necromancer."

"However, this advancement method was relatively moderate, with almost no additional power boost. It was Martin's last resort."

"But now, things were different."

"He unexpectedly learned about the Harmony Envoy lineage from Blackthorn."

"Whether it was a shaman or a Daoist, it should follow the path of spellcasters, and trying to advance as a necromancer should meet the prerequisites."

"Of course, all of this was just Martin's speculation for now. According to Blackthorn, obtaining the Harmony Envoy's lineage was extremely challenging."

"Martin only intended to give it a try."

"If it didn't work out, he could always revert to advancing as a High-Level Necromancer."

"After all, he possessed the knowledge of life and death and had the support of his domain, making his combat power several times that of an ordinary person. He didn't yearn for the additional enhancements brought by a special advancement."

"At this moment, Martin engaged in a lengthy conversation with Blackthorn about the Su clan's remote island."

"When Blackthorn learned of Martin's intention to advance as a Harmony Envoy, he didn't hesitate and immediately handed Martin a pen and paper, writing a letter of recommendation on his behalf."

"This act deeply moved Martin."

"Before he could voice his doubts, Blackthorn chuckled and said, 'The oak trees have already informed me of everything you've done here, Martin. You're someone who loves nature, and I don't want to see you veer towards evil in the future. The path of the Harmony Envoy is the most suitable advancement for you.'"

"However, you mustn't set your expectations too high. When I visited the small island, I found that those Su clanspeople didn't possess any extraordinary abilities. They might have lost their ancestral heritage completely—this isn't surprising. Regardless of the race, many have lost a lot during the long, dark ages."

After finishing the letter of recommendation, Blackthorn added:

"Furthermore, I'm not helping you for free. In the coming days, I'll be residing in Rolling Stone Town. The noisy and bustling small town isn't suitable for me. Your Oakwood, on the other hand, is a better place for spiritual practice. I hope you agree to me staying in the forest for an extended period."

Why would Martin disagree with such a proposal?

Eli had left, and he was about to venture out in search of his own path of advancement, and conveniently, a Tier 5 expert had come to oversee the Darkrealm's activities, probably on behalf of Reiga.

As the beneficiary, Martin felt considerably at ease.

At least for the short term, the Oakwood Forest would remain safe.

The two of them chatted for a while longer.

Finally, Blackthorn turned serious and said:

"Martin, it's best not to be away for too long when you go out to advance."

Martin asked earnestly:

"Why is that? Is something major going to happen here?"

Blackthorn nodded and said:

"Yes, something very serious. I'm afraid if you're gone for too long, and I'm left to rule the roost, your harem will fall for me!"

Martin was taken aback. "Harem?"

Blackthorn couldn't help but burst into laughter and said:

"Your Oak trees, of course!"

"Surprised, aren't you?"

Martin chuckled and echoed in agreement.

Cracking jokes like this wasn't really suited for a monk, after all!

...

With the clue about the Harmony Envoy lineage from Blackthorn, Martin began to accelerate his preparations for advancing.

Apart from buying the essential travel items, information was the most crucial part.

Blackthorn's information wasn't clear enough to serve as the sole basis.

So, the next morning at four o'clock.

Martin, with light footsteps, arrived at the "Crucible House."

Still on the spacious top floor, Martin met the amiable golem, Number 177.

"Good morning, Martin. You look quite pleased with yourself. As someone with experience, I guess you've fallen in love! And your life with your partner is quite satisfying, just like me and Little Blossom used to be. It's quite nostalgic."

Number 177 said this and then seemed somewhat dejected.

"Not quite, I've just found a suitable opportunity for advancement."

Martin hurriedly explained, "I have two things I'd like to ask you."

Number 177 waved his hand generously. "Go ahead. Until Lord Ronan returns, I'm giving you a fifty-percent discount on consultation fees."

Martin was a bit curious and asked, "Isn't the consultation fee all yours?"

A look of bitterness and indignation appeared on Number 177's face. "No, I only get one-tenth! In fact, until Lord Ronan returns, I wasn't planning to pay any consultation fees. This way, even with the fifty-percent discount, I'll still earn a lot more than before!"

It seemed that Archmage Ronan was quite the expert at exploiting others.

Martin wisely didn't press further.

"I have two key phrases. The first is 'Mark of the Deceased.' I'd like to know the origins and story of the Mark of the Deceased, as well as potential solutions to stop its spread. The second key phrase is 'Harmony Envoy.' This profession isn't related to Su, but it has ties to the Su clans. Please don't tell me it's another matter of confidentiality."

He made his purpose clear.

Number 177 contemplated for a moment and then shouted loudly:

"Number 1001, bring me the glowing thing on top of the cabinet!"

Shortly after, a breathless little fellow appeared by the lift.

This was a construct only about half the size of a human, looking quite frail. At this moment, it had a bag slung over its back, and the bag seemed quite heavy, likely filled with a considerable amount of content.

"This is all the information from the Seven Saints Alliance about the Mark of the Deceased. It's free. The Alliance welcomes anyone willing to contribute to solving the Mark of the Deceased issue. But it's unlikely you'll find the answers you're looking for directly. I suggest you take it back and read it at your leisure."

Number 177 handed the bag of documents to Martin.

He then proudly introduced the small construct:

"See, Martin? This is my new son, Number 1001! I've always felt too lonely, and constantly searching for a companion isn't practical. So, I thought, why not have a son? What do you think of him?"

Looking at the trembling little construct, Martin could only muster a sincere smile and said, "He's a great kid, seems to have a bright future ahead!"

"You have a good eye, Martin," Number 177 chuckled. "I knew he had a bright future. Look, his eyes look just like mine; we're definitely father and son!"

Saying this, he was about to pick up Number 1001 for some playtime.

Martin hastily reminded, "But there's also the Harmony Envoy."

Number 177 seemed puzzled. "Didn't I say it was confidential? Anything related to Su and the state is top-secret. Unless you can kill Ronan and take his place, but I assume you're not capable of that, Martin?"

Martin replied, "My suggestion is, you can try your luck, but don't get too deeply involved. I have faith in you. Once you succeed in advancing, please come to the Crucible House immediately, and I will help you with the procedure to join the Seven Saints Alliance."

Martin was surprised, "Me, join the Seven Saints Alliance?"

Number 177 nodded, "Of course. Ronan had written a recommendation letter for you a long time ago. Once you reach Tier 3, you'll immediately become the highest-ranking member among the peripheral members. However, after that, you'll have to rely on your own efforts. After all, Ronan's fate is uncertain, and your status as a privileged person will be greatly discounted."

As the most powerful mage organization on the Eiondo Continent, Martin naturally wouldn't miss out on the Seven Saints Alliance.

Ronan the Archmage's various arrangements also warmed his heart.

"What, you're leaving as soon as you've asked your questions?"

One hand held the little construct, and Number 177 casually looked at Martin.

Martin showed an embarrassed smile, "Actually, I have one more request."

Number 177 readily said, "We're quite close, who is closer than us? We are the first two founders of the 'Ronan Must Die' organization, with a deep and inseparable relationship. Just say what you need!"

Martin completely ignored the rebel proclamation in the other's words.

He reached into his pouch and pulled out the glass bottle.

"I know you've been lonely, so I've found you a companion. Of course, I do have some requirements. I hope you can train him well. When I take him from your hands, I want to receive an obedient little fellow."

Saying this, he smashed the bottle on the ground.

Ribbit, ribbit! After the bottle shattered, a frog jumped out of it.

Number 177 expressed his dissatisfaction, "Hey, Martin, what do you take me for? Train? Am I a madam running a brothel? Besides, I'm not interested in playing with every creature; I have my own interests, hobbies, and orientations. Look what you've brought me, a frog? I have zero interest in this!"

As he spoke, the frog's body swelled rapidly, transforming into an overly plump ogre.

"Who dares to disturb Silvack's slumber?!"

The ogre roared discontentedly.

With a bang, Martin saw Number 177 throw the construct Number 1001 against the wall, sending it flying quite a distance.

"Oh, my son, you're still young. The training scene that's coming up is something you can't watch."

Number 177 gazed intently at the fleshy ogre.

His expression seemed increasingly playful.

...

Back at home, Martin had intended to visit the Lord's Mansion first and discuss the matter of becoming an advisor with Zeller.

However, just as he was about to leave, the town's mail carrier unexpectedly brought him a letter.

The envelope was quite large, adorned with green tree patterns along the edges, and a beautiful silver ribbon was tied in a bow on the outside.

The address on the letter showed that it came from the Wood Elves' holy city, the "Jade Green Canopy."

Martin contemplated for a moment, then opened the letter.

A faint fragrance wafted out.

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