All the Necromancer Wants is to Plant Trees

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The warlock is indeed a legendary handsome profession, even the contract creature is a succubus with golden hair and blue eyes, unlike myself, a miserable undead mage who can only accompany skeletons and zombies all day long.

This thought flashed through Matthew's mind.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't envious.

Immediately, Matthew jokingly said to Zeller, "With such a charming contract partner, no wonder you're still unmarried."

Zeller waved his hand, "You misunderstood, my relationship with Raisna is very pure, we are just partners."

Matthew was a bit skeptical, "Can you resist her charm?"

Before Zeller could respond.

Raisna already had a face full of grievances as she complained to Matthew, "To be honest, I often suspect that Zeller likes men. He always treats me as if I'm nothing, and most of the time, my charm feels like it's being released into thin air."

Zeller smiled gently, "No, Raisna's charm is undeniable. It's just that I have my own principles when it comes to dealing with partners. To be honest, resisting her temptation is not an easy task. Sometimes, I also feel impulsive and wavering, but I see it as a practice and challenge. Fortunately, I have always been able to maintain self-control."

Raisna rolled her eyes, and Matthew also gained some new insights.

He had heard that the private lives of warlocks were often promiscuous, and they could be attracted to any creature they liked. But Zeller was obviously a different kind of warlock. Despite having a succubus pet, he could remain faithful and use it to cultivate his willpower.

This made Matthew also doubt this guy's sexual orientation.

The three of them chatted for a while, and the atmosphere in the room gradually became lively. Raisna began to apply makeup to Matthew.

According to Zeller, this succubus lady was undoubtedly an expert in the field of makeup and disguise. Most of the time, the appearance changed by Raisna's hands had effects beyond illusion spells.

Regarding this, Matthew temporarily had no understanding. He just felt Raisna's two small hands holding various powder puffs and brushes, rubbing on his face, making it itchy.

Her body was close to his, and due to the succubus instinct, Matthew could constantly feel the strong hormones she unintentionally emitted.

If it weren't for the "calm heart" foundation, he would have probably made a fool of himself by now.

Raisna was focused on her work, but her expression always seemed unhappy.

After about an hour, the boring powdering finally came to an end.

Raisna impatiently threw away the powder puff in her hand and said in a displeased tone, "Alright!"

"Being in a room with you two men is like being in prison. I thought Zeller was scary enough, but I didn't expect your friend to be just as bad. We've been sticking together for so long, and you didn't even react!"

"Tell me, you must also be impotent, right?"

Her tone was aggressive, but her expression was full of frustration, and her eyes were filled with self-doubt.

"I am a normal man, I just happen to be good at "restraint."

Matthew explained lightly, not bothering to argue with a succubus.

Then he looked in the mirror and couldn't help but brighten up - the man in the mirror was exactly the same as the Archmage Ronan in his memory!

"Very exquisite craftsmanship." Matthew couldn't help but praise.

This sentence made Raisna feel much better.

She gently bit her lip and reminded, "You better put a few shoe pads in your shoes. I remember Ronan is a few centimeters taller than you, and his figure is more robust. But it doesn't matter, the cloak will help cover it up later."

As she spoke, Zeller walked over from the next room, carrying a replica Archmage robe and a spell cloak that Ronan usually wore during the Spring Delay Festival.

"Should we try on the clothes first? I'll go find some shoe pads later."

Zeller carefully looked at Matthew's face, then showed a satisfied expression.

Matthew casually took out a Height Increase Scroll from his Mysterious Spell Satchel, "As for height, maybe this thing can come in handy?"

Zeller's gaze went beyond the Height Increase Scroll and stayed on Matthew's bag for a few seconds.

"Super version?" Matthew was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "You're really generous."

Zeller sighed, "I wanted to replace my satchel with a super version a long time ago, but due to financial constraints, I never had the opportunity to exchange it."

Raisna interjected coldly, "If you stop donating to those bottomless orphanages, you could have bought several satchels by now."

"Or, if you change your profession or start your own business, you could earn much more, much, much more!"

Zeller shrugged, "Raisna, stop thinking about it. I will never leave Rolling Stone Town - never. This is my promise to Raga."

Raisna's temper was obviously also fiery, or rather, she had been carrying a strong resentment from the beginning:

"You dare to scold me? How many times have you scolded me for Raga? You..."

Smack!

A loud slap resounded, and Raisna was slapped to the ground by Zeller!

"It seems like you're taking advantage of the situation, succubus."Zeller bent down and forcefully grabbed her chin, his tone unusually cold:

"If you are really dissatisfied with the current situation, I can send you back to the abyss at any time, to any demon lord's territory."

"But if you still want to stay by my side, you should learn to behave when I give you face. Promise me, this is the last time."

Fear filled Raisna's eyes.

She stuttered, "I promise, this is the last time."

"The last time for what?" Zeller asked coldly.

"The last time I take advantage of your generosity. I was wrong, Zeller. I shouldn't have said those nonsense things."

Trembling, Raisna replied, "Please don't send me back to the abyss, I beg you. They will ruin me..."

"Very well, now apologize to Matthew," Zeller released his grip.

Raisna stumbled and fell to the ground, two bruises appearing on her smooth chin.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Matthew. I shouldn't have said nonsense in front of you," she nervously apologized.

Matthew waved his hand, indicating it was fine.

Raisna immediately felt relieved. With Zeller's permission, she carefully entered the mirror in front of Matthew and completely disappeared.

"I apologize for the embarrassment, Matthew," Zeller returned to his gentle and friendly demeanor.

"Demons are different from ordinary summons. I treat them sincerely, but they are easily ungrateful and arrogant. Raisna is an example. If I don't occasionally discipline her, she might think she is my master."

He sighed helplessly, then smiled:

"Your summon, Peggy, seems to be treated well by you too. Does she show any signs like that?"

Matthew understood Zeller's helplessness. Demons were indeed a difficult species to handle, requiring both kindness and authority. Thinking about it, he wasn't so envious of Zeller having a succubus as a companion. At least his sincere efforts were rewarded.

"No, she doesn't."

Matthew smiled and said, "Peggy has many flaws, but overall, she has a cute personality. It's just that she often demands a raise, which can be annoying. But I don't think it's her fault."

A hint of envy appeared in Zeller's eyes.

"Well then, shall we change clothes? The celebration is about to begin, and we will set off fireworks at the climax of the celebration."

Matthew nodded, but hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Zeller asked.

"Although it may be a bit presumptuous and not the most appropriate time, can I ask Raisna to charge my staff with psionic energy?"

Matthew took out the coughing staff a little embarrassedly.

He had followed Tower Spirit 177's method and used the "imaginary cough while holding the staff" to charge it, but the efficiency was ridiculously low. It took about 3 seconds of imaginary coughing to count as one formal charge, and he needed at least 10,000 formal charges to fully charge the staff.

Matthew had planned to slowly grind it out, but since he encountered a succubus, he naturally learned to be shameless.

After all, he didn't charge Zeller or Rolling Stone Town for his help, right?

Zeller took the staff, studied it for a while, and nodded decisively.

"Psionic energy? Shouldn't be a problem. I'll give it to Raisna later."

So the two stood up, changed their clothes, and increased their height. Zeller led Matthew to the hall where the mirror magic array was set up.

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At noon, Seven Saints Square in the center of Rolling Stone Town was packed with people. This was the place for award ceremonies for many events.

Although it had just begun today, many small events had already crowned their champions. The participants and their families and neighbors came together happily to receive their awards, and the atmosphere was filled with joy.

Under the statues of the seven saints, two men dressed as peddlers were whispering to each other. In front of them was a large wooden box filled with a bunch of cotton candy.

"Today is the best day for a prison break. Look, a large number of guards have been called to the square to maintain order. I bet there are hardly any people in the prison right now."

A young man in his twenties with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said in a low voice.

"You're right, Jonas. But Dean doesn't want to come out, that's the key."

The man who answered him looked to be in his thirties, with a slim figure and bright eyes, but his expression always seemed lazy.

"Leon, why do you think Dean doesn't want to come out?"

Jonas asked in confusion.

"Who knows? Maybe the food in the prison is better."

Leon grabbed a piece of cotton candy for himself and casually said, while eating.

"I always feel like we're two big fools, coming to Rolling Stone Town for no reason. We don't even know the specific mission!"

Jonas complained unhappily, "They only asked us to disguise ourselves and blend in, but what's next? Is our purpose really just to sell cotton candy?"

Leon comforted him, "It's not just the two of us who infiltrated. There are other members of the Brotherhood and two other organizations. Trust me, such a big fuss must be for something important. We just need to observe the situation in Rolling Stone Town according to the orders."

Jonas looked around at the people around him, who were all smiling and happy. "But I always feel like we've been discovered! How can they be so cheerful? Have they already recognized us?"

Leon helplessly said, "You're too nervous, Jonas. How about we go sit somewhere else?"Jonas shook his head and said, "No need, it will make me even more uncomfortable. Damn, why am I so nervous in this countryside? You know, I didn't even catch my breath when I set fire to the dock in Bainiugang!"

Leon licked his cotton candy and said, "Why don't you have one too? Or, you can participate in a competition for fun."

"That's a good idea!"

Jonas's eyes lit up. "I just saw that one of the prizes for a certain event is a big jar of honey. My mom loves honey, so maybe I'll give it a try?"

Leon put down his cotton candy. "Wait, are you serious?"

"Why not? Participating in the activities of the country bumpkins can also be considered as a form of observation, right?"

Jonas confidently pushed aside the box in front of him and eagerly walked towards a corner of the square. Leon had no choice but to push the cart and follow.

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"Hey guys, it's time for the annual 'Martin Fastrun' again.

Clean your shoe soles! Shine your eyes! Remember to maintain balance and don't fall—every year, there are people who run into the septic tank or drainage ditch, which is not our intention for organizing the Martin Fastrun!

Remember, the route is very important!

Regarding the route, let me repeat it one last time: Start from the starting point, go around Seven Saints Square, run towards the east city wall, remember to take the beacon near the tower, then return through the Artisan District after obtaining the two beacons along the way, and sprint towards the Seven Saints Statue with all your might. We will celebrate for you there!

Now, everyone get ready!"

Accompanied by the hoarse shouts of the fat host, the surrounding crowd erupted in cheers and noise.

The Martin Fastrun is the most popular event every year, and even participants from other cities come to join.

Jonas blended in with the crowd and felt less nervous than before.

He glanced behind him and saw three people wearing huge fur uniforms, who would play the role of chasing "Martin" in the event.

The participants would portray the protagonist of the legendary story that has been passed down in Rolling Stone Town, the "invincible and fastest runner" super Martin.

Jonas had just heard the fat host tell the story of super Martin. He had to admit that the story was quite intriguing.

"Hey, outsider."

Suddenly, a provocative voice came from beside him. Jonas frowned and looked over. The person speaking was a fierce-looking big guy.

"Remember to stay far away when I accelerate later, or don't cry when I squeeze you into the cesspool."

Jonas immediately became annoyed. While he was killing and setting fires in Bainiugang, these country bumpkins were still playing house!

How dare they threaten him? He was just about to teach this big guy a lesson.

But at that moment, the fat host in front suddenly shouted, "Martins—start running!"

The crowd exploded, and the three "monsters" at the back let out strange howling sounds as more than forty people rushed forward.

The scene became chaotic in an instant.

At first, Jonas was surrounded by the crowd, but soon he found an opportunity to break free.

As an arsonist, he was already good at running, and Jonas was one of the best among the arsonists. He swiftly passed through the first group from the side!

"Stop that outsider! He just pushed me!" came the angry roar from the big guy behind.

Jonas sneered. He didn't expect these locals to lack manners to this extent, even forming cliques during a running race?

As expected, two men from the leading group in front immediately squeezed towards him. Jonas was pushed out of temper. He shouted angrily and suddenly increased his speed.

Whoosh!

He surpassed those people like a phantom.

"Wow!"

The audience on both sides of the road exclaimed, and Jonas felt extremely proud.

"Let these country bumpkins see what real speed is!"

He accelerated his pace and moved forward at an incredible speed.

In the blink of an eye, he overtook the first group that had an advantage at the starting line.

"Amazing!"

"Keep it up!"

"He's really fast!"

Amidst the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd, Jonas completely immersed himself in the world of running.

He tried to adjust his breathing and control his pace. The strongest skill of an arsonist was actually short-distance running, but he didn't want to lose to others, so he maintained a decent speed even after gaining the lead.

The scenery in front gradually became blurred, but the cheers on both sides never ceased.

Unconsciously, Jonas's hands were already full of three tokens.

And ahead, right below the Seven Saints Statue, was the freshly drawn finish line.

At that moment, a wave of cheers like a tsunami swept over.

Almost everyone was cheering and applauding Jonas's brilliant performance.

He himself was also greatly encouraged and sprinted all the way to the finish line!

"Let's welcome the champion of this Martin Fastrun—Mr. Jonas from an unknown place—who only registered with one name!"

The fat host roared loudly, and everyone applauded in unison.

A few young men came over enthusiastically. Someone put a crown of flowers symbolizing the champion on Jonas's head. Others joined forces to lift him up, threw him into the air, caught him, and threw him up again!

"Jonas! Jonas!"

"Amazing Jonas!"

Everyone was celebrating enthusiastically, and Jonas himself was completely elated, enjoying the embrace of the crowd.In a daze, he was pushed towards the hastily constructed award podium by the crowd.

"Hey, remarkable Jonas!"

The chubby host exclaimed loudly, "You are the undisputed champion, and you've beaten the previous record by a full minute. How did you manage to do that?"

Just as Jonas was about to answer, the host suddenly shoved a large jar of honey into his hands.

"This is the champion's reward!"

Immediately after, several fully armed members of the Guard Unit appeared behind him.

"Ah!" Before Jonas could react, he was subdued by the strong and muscular guards.

"I'm sorry, but you ran too fast. We have reason to suspect that you are a member of the Silver Frost Brotherhood."

The bearded leader explained apologetically:

"Come with us. If it turns out to be our mistake, I will personally compensate you with another jar of honey, a large one."

At that moment, Jonas could only hear a buzzing sound in his ears.

His eyes frantically searched the crowd for his companion, Leon.

But he couldn't find Leon, all he saw were faces of astonishment.

People seemed to have not yet reacted to why the Guard Unit wanted to arrest this fast-running young man.

And at that very moment, everyone was suddenly surprised to find that the sky above them had turned dark!

Boom!

At the same time, a clear sound of fireworks exploding opened up on the artificially formed night sky.

Colorful patterns scattered at any time, and people cheered and applauded for the sudden magical fireworks.

"Ronan! Ronan!" Someone was cheering the name of the spell caster loudly.

Upon hearing this word, Jonas's confused mind suddenly became incredibly clear.

In that instant, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a figure in the crowd that was slowly moving away.

That figure was unmistakably the man he had seen in the portrait!

The legendary Mage, Ronan!

"No... this can't be! I, I must tell everyone! Ronan is not lost in the Star Realm, he's still in town!"

Jonas struggled subconsciously, but was completely lifted by the guards and ruthlessly taken to jail.

The originally jubilant Rolling Stone Town.

Because of the brilliant spell fireworks, it once again became turbulent.

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"Prompt: You have completed a large-scale bluffing performance, you have initially mastered two elements in the field of 'Deception': Bluffing and Trickery"

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