This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees - Chapter 25

"No, there's no need," Matthew responded with regret after receiving Ella's denial.

Matthew continued, "Perhaps I didn't explain myself well, but I genuinely believe that this greenhouse is still far from the seed base I imagined, especially in terms of space."

"And I did say it could be done in stages, no need to rush."

However, Ella displayed an unprecedented stubbornness.

She said earnestly, "No, Matthew, when the Spirit of Nature promises, you can trust that all the seeds will sprout after tonight!"

With that, she flapped her wings and flew into the first seed shed.

A subtle aura of nature enveloped her, and Ella worked enthusiastically.

"Is she the same arrogant Spirit of Nature you mentioned before? She doesn't seem like a bad person," Peggy asked with curiosity.

Matthew nodded in agreement, saying, "No, she's definitely not a bad person. In fact, most Spirits of Nature are very suitable for making friends. They're only blinded by stereotypes and discrimination against my kind, the necromancers. But it's not entirely their fault; necromancers do tend to have a bad reputation."

Matthew actually enjoyed interacting with Spirits of Nature, and this liking extended to most druids as well.

Their emotions were plain to see, no hidden agendas, and no backstabbing.

"So, does having this little worker mean I won't have to be responsible for greenhouse work anymore?" Peggy asked eagerly.

Matthew smiled and handed her an irregular crystal emitting a soft white light. "This month's salary."

Peggy's soul fire instantly turned into a smiling face.

"Oh, Matthew, you're the kindest necromancer I've ever met! I bet the other necromancers don't pay their workers on time like you do! I had a friend back in the gold mine who was a contract creature for a peculiar old man. It told me that the darn necromancer not only made it charge at the front lines in battles but also had it assist with bathing. During this, there were often inappropriate actions! It suspected the necromancer of wrongdoing but had no evidence, and being bound by the contract, it couldn't resist. Every time I met it, it tried to discuss ways to get back at the necromancer. Sadly, it never succeeded. The last time I saw it was after a terrible battle when it had almost lost all its important bones. I was worried about its condition, but it just smiled and told me that at least the old man wouldn't ask it to help with bathing in its current state. However, the necromancer did something worse; he removed all its bones and distributed them to other skeletons. Any excess bones were turned into bone dust, and even its last soul fire was used as a lamp. It's despicable! Sorry, I got carried away, but I want to say one thing – thank you, Matthew!"

Matthew listened quietly. "I believe what I do should be the baseline for anyone with a conscience, so there's no need to thank me, Peggy."

"But I'm curious, how did you know the fate of your friend?" Matthew asked.

Peggy hesitated, and her soul fire flickered. "Um, maybe I have a psychic connection with it? I saw those images as it was dying. It was terrifying; I thought becoming an undead would mean no more fear of death, but that wasn't the case. I'm still afraid of losing my self-awareness. Every time I think about what I saw, it terrifies me."

With that, Peggy's soul fire suddenly flared intensely, and her voice trembled greatly.

Matthew's expression changed, and he quickly placed a hand on Peggy's back.

"Hey, Peggy, don't dwell on those unpleasant things! Do you remember what I told you when I brought you out of the gold mine? We'll make it! I've built a good relationship with the Spirits of Nature, and even the Moon Goddess has blessed me. I believe I'm on the right path! We just need time to accumulate and eventually unravel the mystery that haunts you. But before that, you must be strong and not let yourself be trapped by your own fears!"

After a while, Peggy finally broke free from those intense and sorrowful emotions.

"Thank you, Matthew, you've helped me once again."

Peggy's soul fire gradually stabilized, and her tone returned to normal.

"Just now, that terrible feeling hasn't happened in over a year. I thought I had overcome that nightmare, but it still haunts me."

Matthew had grown accustomed to this situation. When he first signed the contract with Peggy, she would fall ill every few weeks. Bringing her to the primary material world for habitation had improved her condition significantly.

"What did you see just now?" Matthew asked softly.

"It was similar to the last time, an endless grassland with countless minotaur corpses, and the ground was black with the grass oozing blood," Peggy calmly recounted.

"Perhaps that's one of your most vivid memories from your past life," Matthew speculated.

"Maybe," Peggy replied. Her mood recovered quickly, and she even made a playful comment, "You held me a bit too tightly; you were suffocating me!"

Matthew instinctively loosened his grip, then realized and looked at Peggy with a mix of exasperation and amusement.

"Oh, Matthew, you're just too gentle."

Peggy smiled, "But honestly, if I weren't already dead, I'd want to marry you!"

Matthew was about to reply when, unexpectedly, both of them felt an astonished gaze fixed upon them.

Matthew turned his head to see Ella, who exclaimed in disbelief, "Have you two already reached the stage of discussing marriage?"

...

Madness Worm Nest, Fourth Layer.

After a battle that wasn't too intense, the skeleton soldiers were slowly cleaning up the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Matthew earnestly looked at the dejected Ella beside him. This stubborn Spirit of Nature had been forcefully removed from her post after ripening a quarter of the oak seeds.

If not for this, Matthew was concerned that she might collapse in his greenhouse tonight.

"Are you feeling better?" Matthew asked with concern.

"Much better. Don't underestimate the recovery abilities of the Spirit of Nature!" Ella replied weakly. Her spirits had improved significantly since she had entered the Moonlit Forest, her home.

"Well, that's good," Matthew replied, choosing his words carefully. "Actually, what you saw before was a misunderstanding."

Ella suddenly started, "Matthew, you're not planning to silence me, are you? The Goddess is watching you!"

Matthew rubbed his temples, exasperated, "If I wanted to silence you, I wouldn't wait until now!"

Ella let out a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good. Don't take it too seriously, Matthew. I can understand – no, I can't understand! But I do know that many necromancers develop strong bonds with their summoned creatures. I have to admit, by Minotaur standards, Peggy is quite the beauty, at least in terms of bone structure!"

She paused for a long time before continuing, suppressing some emotion, "I'll give my blessings to you."

Matthew slapped his forehead, admitting defeat, "Alright, no use arguing."

"Master... Master, there's a hard-shell notebook..." A voice came from Abing.

Matthew's heart skipped a beat. He bypassed the pile of infected corpses on the left side of the road and headed to the other side where Abing was stationed.

Here lay the body of a human infected person, already gutted, and it seemed Abing had killed them personally.

Near the body lay a hard-shell notebook that had probably fallen out of the infected person's pocket. There were also over a hundred gold coins scattered around, indicating that this infected person had once been wealthy.

Matthew kept his distance. In the hierarchy of the Madness Worms, ordinary infected individuals were only stronger than the larvae that crawled out of the worm sacs, but each infected person often hosted a dozen or more larvae. After killing them, it was essential to handle the remains properly to prevent future trouble.

"Abing, bring the book over here," Matthew ordered.

Abing did so without hesitation.

Suddenly, a larva shot out from the infected person's eye socket, leaping toward Abing's thigh.

With a swift movement, Abing, in mid-air, expertly cut the larva in half.

At the same time, he completed his crouching pick-up motion.

Matthew took the notebook, wiped off the blood and pus from the cover with a cloth, and examined it closely.

The notebook was slightly larger than Matthew's palm. Its cover bore a golden pattern that resembled some form of cuneiform writing. Matthew felt that this pattern was vaguely familiar but couldn't quite recall it.

He opened the cover. The first bloody words sent a shiver down his spine.

"...The Empire ordered us to study psychic powers aboard the 'Dawnlight,' but the terrifying creatures have destroyed everything..."

What moved Matthew wasn't the content itself, but the mention of 'the Empire' that finally triggered the associations in his mind.

The emblem on the cover – he finally understood why it felt familiar!

"Is this the emblem of the Antu Empire? I remember the Antu Empire as the main antagonists from a game in my past life – almost every monster in the game was somehow related to their experiments scattered throughout the universe!"

Emotions surged within Matthew.

His previous judgment was correct; he had indeed crossed over into a gaming world, at least within the same multi-universe! With this realization, he couldn't wait to read further!

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