A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1558: Do you really want me to call you daddy?_4

“Mira!”

Mr. Matthew shouted:

“I said he’s my friend!”

Without turning back, Mira continued to fiercely attack:

“What?”

“Aren’t friends meant to be killed?”

Mr. Matthew fell silent.

He had already begun preparing the Human Immobilization Spell!

Fortunately, after three moves, Mira stopped in time, turning the blade of her Horse-slaying Blade, fixating her gaze on the Fishman assassin who had just flashed to one side, watching the three with a cautious expression.

The Fishman assassin seemed not to want to tangle with Mira.

After two rounds of crossing blades,

he left behind a smoke bomb and then disappeared.

Mira looked around, her dark red pupils suddenly constricting:

“Found him!”

“I’ll chase him!”

Mr. Matthew called out to her a couple of times, but she, seeming not to hear him, had already run off after the Fishman assassin without a trace.

“Don’t shout, it’s no use.”

Sener said with a smile:

“That woman has her eyes on Drosa’s Tear of the Sea King.”

“Look, even legends can’t change the Drow females’ greedy nature…”

Mr. Matthew glanced at him:

“Did you do that on purpose?”

Sener shrugged:

“Hardly, I harbor no sinister intentions.”

“You know me, I just like to test a person’s mettle…”

He said as he pointed ahead.

In the clearing above,

Orc Sword Saint Claire was watching the two with a guarded expression on her face.

Most of her attention was on Matthew, her tone uncertain as she spoke:

“You, are you the necromancer I know?”

Mr. Matthew opened his arms wide:

“The very same.”

“Do you know any other necromancer named Matthew?”

Claire slightly relaxed her guard:

“Your new companions don’t seem very friendly.”

Mr. Matthew smiled wryly:

“Due to some special reasons, I was forced to team up with a bunch of scum.”

“I’ll explain later.”

“By the way, you and that Fishman assassin, why are you here?”

“I thought you were supposed to be on Feilai Island.”

Claire said:

“Oh, that’s a long story.”

“Initially, Lady Camela opened a large tomb at the bottom of the sea in search of an ancient aura.”

“Then, the Kappen Prophet on Feilai Island—a respected Orc elder—said he had dreamed of the Beast God seven nights in a row. In the dreams, the Beast God called to him, so he decided to personally visit the location that appeared in his dreams.”

“Their interests coincided, and Samantha and I, as accompanying persons, also entered the seabed tomb,”

“Inside the tomb, we found a teleportation array to the ancient refuge of the sea elves.”

“We entered the refuge, only to be attacked by a group of terrifying monsters, and during the ensuing chaos, we got separated. Later, I ran into these fishermen, and in the confusion, someone activated another teleportation array, and that’s how I ended up here…”

Are Camela and Samantha here too?

Although Mr. Matthew was not surprised, he thought the coincidences were too numerous.

Soon, however, he became excited:

“Can you determine their location?”

Claire shook her head:

“Exactly because I’m uncertain, I heard that the guardian here can help us discern directions, so I came here.”

“Just after I arrived, I ran into these Fishmen. I thought it wouldn’t be easy to get away, but fortunately, I met you… and your friends.”

It seemed.

She still held a strong sense of caution towards the two evil-presence-bearing companions that had appeared by Matthew’s side.

Of course, Matthew could understand.

Claire was the most upright person he had ever met, even though she was an Orc.

Traveling together.

Compared to Sener and Mira, the latter make you feel much more at ease!

“I’m glad to have met you in a place like this, I will find a way to help you locate Lady Camela and Samantha.”

“Due to some fortunate coincidences, this Demiplane currently gathers nearly all the powerful non-mages from the south of Aindor; we must work together to overcome the difficulties.”

Matthew sincerely extended his right hand to Claire.

The latter hesitated for a moment.

Still, she tightly grasped Matthew’s hand.

Sener, standing nearby, couldn’t help but whistle:

“So, you like this type.”‘

“I must admit, the necromancer’s taste is indeed a bit intense.”

Matthew ignored Sener’s malicious teasing.

They waited for a while for Mira, but she never showed up.

Before long,

they decided to move on to visit the so-called guardian.

The forest path was not easy to travel.

But for Sener and Claire, the increasingly dense branches and bushes didn’t pose any trouble.

The three walked through the dense forest for over twenty minutes.

Soon after, they discovered a vast lake.

Many animals were leisurely drinking by the lake.

And there were about a dozen giant rabbits standing on their hind legs, eating carrots and grass!

Seeing the three people appear suddenly,

one of the muscular-chested rabbits hopped over to them:

“Are you here to visit Miss Margaret?”

“I must inform you, Miss Margaret only receives one visitor a day.”

“Only one among you can meet her today, perhaps you could discuss it?”

The three looked at each other.

Just as they were discussing who should be the visitor for the day,

a series of ripples suddenly appeared in the center of the lake.

Immediately after,

a frog riding the ripples surfaced and came to the shore.

The frog moved close to the rabbit, who bent down to listen as the frog whispered something.

After nodding, the rabbit then said to the three:

“No need to discuss anymore.”

“Today Miss Margaret is in a good mood and is willing to meet each of you separately.”

“But first, it must be you!”‘

“Mr. Matthew, right? Please follow me!”

The rabbit hopped along leading Matthew to the edge of the lake.

He mumbled a few incantations.

The water of the lake parted to either side,

revealing a path in the middle; at the end of the path was a small hut glittering with colors.

Matthew hastened down the path.

Before long,

he arrived in front of the cabin.

There was faint music coming from inside.

“No need to knock, please come in.”

A childlike female voice came from within.

Matthew pushed the door and entered.

A fragrance of butter rushed towards him, the air in the living room was slightly dry, probably because of the roaring fireplace, or maybe due to the searing heat from the freshly baked bread coming from the kitchen.

Following the source of the voice, Matthew paused near the kitchen door.

He saw a little girl dressed as a cook, holding up a honey cake as she walked out.

The girl’s face was exquisitely charming, and her features surprisingly resembled the Margaret that Matthew knew!

“Care for some bread?”

The little girl asked, looking up at Matthew.

Matthew was still dazed.

Suddenly, a flush flew across her cheeks, and her eyes held a hint of reproach:

“What, don’t you recognize me?”

“You wouldn’t actually want me to call you ‘Daddy’ now, would you?”

“Matthew?”

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