All the Necromancer Wants is to Plant Trees

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"Do you know the Way of Balance?"

Matthew looked at Old Gitch with a hint of surprise.

Old Gitch patted the branches off his body and stepped out of the bushes:

"I've had several encounters with a Balance Envoy. He saved my life twice. He was a... very great man."

Matthew quickly asked:

"Where is the Balance Envoy now? Can you reveal more?"

Old Gitch regretfully said:

"I don't know where he went. In fact, I only have a vague understanding of the Way of Balance. I only know that it's a path devised by the Su people from the south.

About a hundred years ago, when the Su people and the Jango people were still in their honeymoon period, the shamans of the Jango people and the elders of the Su people had deep knowledge exchanges.

At that time, they built many houses on the Gold Coast and had very close interactions.

It is said that the Su people were encouraging the Jango people to build tower ships capable of crossing the sea with them. They claimed that once the tower ships were built, they could bring back the wealth hidden deep in the sea and share it with the Jango people.

Many Jango people were moved, and the advanced technology mastered by the Su people also attracted them. The cooperation between the two sides became increasingly close, and the Way of Balance was probably a product of that time.

But then the Feathered Serpent God became angry, and the Jango people had to actively cut off their interactions with the Su people.

Later on, there were no more practitioners of the Way of Balance in the rainforest.

I heard that the Su people themselves have also lost the complete inheritance of the Way of Balance.

The one I met when I was young was probably the last Balance Envoy of the Su people.

His final destination seemed to be the sea, I'm not sure."

Matthew looked slightly disappointed upon hearing this.

"So, you came for the Way of Balance?"

Old Gitch unconsciously started rolling a tobacco leaf.

Matthew nodded.

"Then I advise you to lower your expectations."

Old Gitch sighed:

"The number of Su people is dwindling severely. A considerable part of the Su people only believe that their destination is across the sea, and they are unwilling to integrate into the life of this continent.

Their final destination is the sea.

And the few Su people who are willing to integrate here have also lost the skills of their ancestors and have become island natives, not much stronger than the Jango people."

Matthew quickly adjusted his mindset:

"Thank you for your reminder, but since I'm here, I should continue to try."

Old Gitch didn't say anything more.

Lorran, who was standing by, curiously asked:

"What does 'the final destination is the sea' mean? Did they turn into Naga?"

Old Gitch coughed twice. He didn't want to answer, but seeing Matthew's curious look, he said:

"That's a secret ritual of the Su people. They firmly believe that the souls of their ancestors across the sea will guide their way home. So before they die, or when they feel a strong call, they will step into the sea with empty hands."

Lorran was shocked: "Isn't that suicide?"

Old Gitch frowned: "In our view, it's no different from suicide, but for them, it's of great significance. They consider themselves exiles abandoned by their homeland. To return home, they are willing to do anything. In this respect, the Su people have a particularly strong obsession."

Lorran was surprised: "Such an obsession? It's really hard to understand."

Old Gitch immediately warned:

"Regardless, when you're on foreign territory, respecting their customs is the most basic courtesy and survival rule. This applies to both the Jango people and the Su people. We can discuss a few things behind their backs, but we can't talk nonsense in front of them."

Lorran pouted, but soon he cheered up again, seemingly because he had gained new material.

"Let's get going."

Matthew reminded:

"The rainforest ahead should not cause us any trouble."

As he spoke, as if to prove his point, he walked towards the two man-eating flowers that had been fighting each other.

"Be careful!"

Old Gitch shouted.

"It's okay."

Matthew casually replied.

Then Old Gitch and Lorran were surprised to see Matthew walk unharmed to the side of the man-eating flowers.

As soon as he approached, the two man-eating flowers actually stopped fighting!

And they didn't attack Matthew, but kept swaying their bodies, as if craving something.

"Didn't you say this rainforest hates you?"

Lorran had a ghostly expression.

"I think, she might not hate me so much now?"

Matthew smiled and reached out his hand. The two man-eating flowers crazily rubbed against the back of Matthew's hand, just like long-tamed pets.

The scene was so shocking and bizarre.

Old Gitch almost dropped his smoking pipe!

"You must have used magic!"

Lorran shouted:

"Why don't you step aside and let me try?"

Matthew stepped back half a step.

Before Lorran could approach, the two man-eating flowers immediately started fighting again!

One of them, due to the large range of its struggle, swung around in a large circle and swept past Lorran's trouser leg. The serrated edge of its bud suddenly stretched out and scraped off a few pieces of cloth from his body.

"Matthew! Your magic doesn't last long enough!"

Lorran jumped up and shouted.

At this moment, Matthew turned and walked into another bush. He could feel himself entering a strange state—

Even before his foot stepped in, the bushes automatically parted on both sides.

A viper bowed to him, and two owls greeted him.

A small flying squirrel, for some reason looking a bit battered and bruised, eagerly offered him a few berries.

He could clearly sense the direction he was heading, and the path would be clear all the way.

Even without Old Gitch as a guide, Matthew could successfully traverse the rainforest.

"'Soya's Delight', truly delightful."

Matthew thought to himself.

Recalling his encounter in the Black Banyan Dream, a smile crept onto his lips:

"Mistake? Forget? Who would believe that!"

The process of transferring the advancement ceremony of a fourth-tier brute to a second-tier Mage was like forcibly stuffing a telephone pole into a cola bottle.

The process was incredibly brutal.

It couldn't possibly be a work mistake, it was definitely Soya's intention.

The temperament of the Spirit of the Rainforest was unpredictable, but Matthew guessed that it had a lot to do with his high affinity with nature.

In the Black Banyan Dream.

Although Soya was very rude to him, cursing and scolding, her gaze never left Matthew, not even for a moment.

That kind of look, Matthew understood all too well.

In a nutshell, when a boy is out alone, he must take good care of himself!

He knew that once his high affinity with nature established a connection with the spirits and elemental creatures of nature, they would inevitably want to get close to him.

It was fine for some salted fish like Lulu and Ella.

But the Spirit of the Rainforest, Soya, was not a pushover, her possessive tendencies were more obvious.

Conquering the Spirit of the Rainforest was not an easy task, Matthew hadn't inflated to that extent, so he preferred to believe that Soya was acting.

"Having a high affinity with nature can sometimes be quite troublesome."

But on second thought, isn't high better than low?

People with low affinity would have a hard time communicating with the Spirit of the Rainforest.

With that in mind, Matthew turned back and urged:

"Let's go."

The two, stunned by the incredible sights before them, finally came back to their senses.

"Practitioners of the Path of Balance are indeed born anomalies."

Old Gitch sighed, then silently followed Matthew's pace.

Lorran spread his hands:

"So, should I change the title of my work?"

"'Balancer Matthew', huh?"

……

Two and a half days later.

The group traversed through layers of rainforest and arrived at the edge of a vast lake.

"This is the 'Great Dragon Lake', where Plesiosaurs often appear. Someone once saw a prehistoric Thunder Dragon in the middle of the lake, but that's a long time ago."

"The ecosystem here is self-contained, somewhat different from the rainforest. Do you notice? The temperature near the lake is very low, and the closer you get to the center of the lake, the lower the temperature."

Old Gitch introduced leisurely:

"But we won't stay at the Great Dragon Lake for long. We'll follow the rainforest along the east bank of the lake. In at most two and a half days, we'll be out of the rainforest and reach our destination, the Gold Coast."

These two days, his job as a guide was very easy.

Even a fool could see the Spirit of the Rainforest's affection for Matthew. Wherever he was, no creatures of the rainforest dared to offend.

Old Gitch just needed to lead the way peacefully.

The only dissatisfied one was Lorran, who said it was less fun. But when Old Gitch suggested that he take a different route, he immediately fell silent. After a while, he insisted on fighting alongside Matthew to the end, and would never abandon his companions.

The group was taking a short rest by the Great Dragon Lake, drawing fresh water while admiring the beautiful scenery.

It was evening.

The open lake was shimmering.

Matthew noticed that many animals were drinking by the lake.

Wolves, honey badgers, bears, foxes, monkeys, rabbits...

These animals seemed to completely ignore each other while drinking, the scene was very peaceful.

But soon.

This peaceful scene was broken.

A Plesiosaur suddenly jumped up from the bottom of the lake, causing a lot of splashes and scaring away many animals.

At this moment.

A shadow suddenly emerged from behind a rock on the shore.

His speed was as fast as a cheetah, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the shore, then leaped and actually landed directly on the Plesiosaur's neck!

"Hiss!"

The Plesiosaur let out an angry hiss.

But the hiss quickly turned into a whimper.

Matthew saw it clearly, the Jango native, bare-chested and with a few blowpipes around his waist, suddenly hugged the Plesiosaur's neck. As it struggled, he suddenly started slapping its neck with his right palm!

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The native's palm strikes were incredibly fast, in about three breaths, he had struck hundreds of times!

Immediately after.

The three of them saw the Plesiosaur's neck seemingly lose support and fall weakly towards the shore!

The animals on the shore scattered in fright, and dust flew up.

By the time the three of them got through the dust and approached the shore, they found the overly muscular native dragging the Plesiosaur's neck into the rainforest.

The Plesiosaur was dead.

Not to mention Matthew and Lorran, even Old Gitch seemed to have never seen such a bizarre yet effective dragon hunting method.

"He's a blowgun user, but he didn't use his blowgun. His strength is astonishing."

Old Ge speculated:

"It's also possible that the monsters of this level are not worth him using his weapon."

Killing a level 13 Plesiosaurus with bare hands, this man's strength is excessively strong!

The three of them looked at the native with some caution.

On the contrary, the latter greeted them in a relaxed manner:

"Hey, outsiders! You'd better not stay by the lake for too long. There's a nest of Plesiosaurus here. They are vengeful, but often can't recognize humans, so they will attack you indiscriminately. Leave here quickly."

Old Ge took a few steps forward:

"Hello, Son of the Rainforest, may I ask which tribe's warrior you are?"

The man smiled: "Hello, I'm Lumiere, from the Black Banyan Tribe. But don't worry, I'm not like them. I'm not as xenophobic as the old folks in the tribe. I want to become the King of the Rainforest. I'm ambitious, and I even want to see the outside world when I have the chance!"

Seeing his friendly attitude, Roland also approached and asked curiously:

"What are you doing?"

Lumiere patiently explained: "I'm trying to please the Spirit of the Rainforest, asking her to help me hold an advancement ceremony."

Roland immediately became interested: "An advancement ceremony? Can we watch? I've never seen the advancement process of a rainforest warrior."

Lumiere smiled embarrassingly:

"That's not possible. It's not that I'm xenophobic, but this is our tribe's tradition. It's not convenient for outsiders to watch. And for your safety, you'd better leave quickly! Although most adventurers who can make it to the depths of the rainforest have some abilities, the Dragon Lake is different. It has a completely different ecosystem from the rainforest. Even the Spirit of the Rainforest can't control here. Be very careful!"

Old Ge nodded, indicating that they would leave as soon as possible.

Seeing the sincerity of the other party, Roland felt embarrassed to continue pestering.

Only Matthew's eyes were complicated.

At this moment, he had guessed that the native in front of him was the unlucky guy who had asked Suya for an advancement ceremony.

Although this matter had little to do with Matthew, and he himself was a victim, he still wanted to help Lumiere as much as possible.

So he asked: "How many high-level monsters have you hunted?"

Lumiere thought for a moment: "Twenty-one bipedal dragons, thirteen spotted crocodiles, two jungle leopards, and some other miscellaneous prey - I've almost cleaned up the rainforest north of Dragon Lake, I had no choice but to come to the lakeside to hunt."

Matthew thought to himself, it's indeed so.

That guy Suya doesn't have the mood to hold advancement ceremonies for others at all!

Thinking of the Spirit of the Rainforest staring at him foolishly these days, Matthew felt a chill.

He wanted to help Lumiere even more.

Matthew said:

"How can you be sure that this way can move the Spirit of the Rainforest? You've killed so many beasts, but she's still indifferent. Don't you think there's a problem?"

Lumiere was stunned, and for the first time, a displeased expression appeared on his face:

"Do you know the Spirit of the Rainforest better than I do?

Outsider, I grew up here, I undoubtedly know her better than you!

I'm very sure that killing is the only way to please the Spirit of the Rainforest!"

Matthew smiled and said: "Maybe you're right, but why not change your thinking? In the past, only one person held the sacrifice ceremony, right? You're still hunting Plesiosaurus, which means the Spirit of the Rainforest hasn't responded to you. Why not let us three outsiders accompany you this time? Maybe it will bring good luck?"

Hearing this, Roland also spoke up:

"He's not wrong. Maybe you're just a little bit short of luck. Coincidentally, I was called the 'Lucky Poet' by the cloud elves in Cloud City. With my presence, maybe your Spirit of the Rainforest will pay attention to you."

Old Ge frowned. He wanted to stop the two's reckless actions, but thinking of Matthew's peculiarities, he swallowed his words.

Lumiere looked hesitant.

Matthew seized the opportunity:

"Traditions are meant to be broken! If you agree to let us watch, then one day if you leave the rainforest and can't fit into human society all at once, you can come to Rolling Stone Town to find me. I will give you some help."

Roland even waved his hand generously: "Go to any city, just mention Roland's name, and you'll have a bunch of friends... well, maybe a little trouble, a lot of women will come to you, you just need to tell them Roland has been buried at sea."

Lumiere hesitated as he looked at the two in front of him.

After a while.

He finally agreed:

"Alright, I do need to change my luck. But during the ceremony, you can't make any noise, you can't offend the Spirit of the Rainforest, she's my goddess!"

The two nodded in agreement.

Lumiere was efficient in his work, and soon brought them to the place where he held the sacrifice ceremony, which was in a damp cave.

Next to the cave were piles of corpses of bipedal dragons and other creatures, some of which were already rotting and stinking.

The sacrifice ceremony was quite simple.

Lumiere was ready in no time.

He used three stakes to pierce the head of the Plesiosaurus from three different angles.Then, he himself lay on the body of the serpent-necked dragon, took a fierce bite, followed by a long chant in Jango language that outsiders couldn't understand.

A few minutes later.

Lumiere spat out the scales from his mouth.

His eyes were filled with disappointment:

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work?"

Matthew walked over, gently stroking the body of the serpent-necked dragon.

Suddenly.

A dark red light emerged from the body.

Seeing this, Matthew turned and ran.

Lumiere, however, threw himself at it with uncontrollable joy!

With a whoosh.

The red light disappeared into Lumiere's chest.

The distant rainforest began to tremble violently.

"I can feel it, I can feel it, the spirit of the rainforest has responded to me!"

He knelt on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes:

"I knew my devotion could touch my goddess!"

"I'm going to hunt that tyrannosaurus now, kill it, and I will become the true king of the rainforest!"

In his joy.

Lumiere noticed Matthew fleeing as if he were flying.

He couldn't help but shout:

"Hey, stranger, I don't even know your name yet!"

"Matthew, my name is Matthew! Remember, Matthew from Rolling Stone Town!"

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The voice came through the thick leaves of the rainforest.

Lumiere repeated this name over and over in his heart.

Then he stood up with a determined look in his eyes.

He ran towards the source of the earthquake, howling.

"Outside world, I'll come to see you after I conquer the rainforest!"

"Tremble, tyrannosaurus, the king of the rainforest is coming!"

Even if he ran a long way in one breath.

Matthew and the others could still hear Lumiere's howl.

"The king of the rainforest, huh?"

Loran didn't seem too impressed with the title:

"It still has a hint of savagery."

Matthew, on the other hand, showed a smile of appreciation:

"I quite like him."

"After all, who doesn't like a confident man?"

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Two days later.

The group finally left the rainforest.

The lush scenery along the way was left behind them.

What greeted them was the salty sea breeze.

On the boundless sea, small islands were faintly visible.

Waves lapped against the golden beach, shells, coconuts, fish and shrimp were everywhere.

Matthew bathed in the coastal breeze, a strange resonance surged in his heart.

......

"Prompt: You have discovered the Aru Sea/Golden Coast.

You have sensed the field: Balance."

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(End of the chapter)