A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 241 - 241: The Realm of Plague and the Way Back

A few bottles of cheap holy water, some forged charms and scrolls, a perfect performance, an arrogant temperament, and a simple and crude line.

You’re convinced by these, right?

It’s not your fault.

I’ve used this on many people, and it’s almost always worked.

Every time I go through this process, everyone feels that I’m a rich second-generation heir.

This was the importance of The Law of Acting: First Impression!

With this first impression.

Even if I were to bargain with others in the market, you would only think that I was a smart rich second generation and would not realize that it was just a facade.

Later on, when we entered the rainforest, I didn’t need to deliberately put on a show. I just needed to drop a few details and you would be able to imagine the rest yourself. Am I right?

Sorry, Little Matthew.

This is the first place I lied to you. This was how I completed the first step of the ritual.

“Identity Deception. ”

Then, the second step came, “Cognitional Deception.”

When you were travelling in the rainforest and the city of Condor, you must have heard of the news of an unrestrained bard who single-handedlv destroyed the Naga Palace, right?

This news spread like wildfire on land and sea.

I know that you will definitely admire and envy me after hearing this.

Just thinking about that scene made me want to laugh.

Sorry, Little Matthew.

This was the result of me hiring six or seven bard companions to spread rumours around the coastline day and night.

I only needed six or seven bards to work together and create a storm-like news effect in a certain area.

The most ridiculous thing was…

Not only did the people on the shore believe this ridiculous story.

Even the Naga in the sea believed it!

The Naga warriors who were far away from the palace thought that internal strife had really broken out, so they started fighting without saying anything.

When I left, they were still fighting happily.

I didn’t know what would happen after that. The Nagas would probably stop.

It should probably stop…

Then, it was the third step.

On the day of the ceremony, when I took you to buy tickets, I lied that I didn’t have enough gold coins on me and borrowed a sum of money from you. I’m sorry, Little Matthew. You definitely won’t be able to get this money back.

This was also part of the ritual’ Money Fraud.”

At this point.

Matthew, I had scammed you out of your money.

However, there was still one last thing that had to be completed in the ritual, and it was also the most difficult point on my path to becoming a demigod.

That was ” Trust Deception “!

In the theatre, when the good show was about to begin.

I told you that you only need to be a spectator, but in fact, you and I would go on the stage in the end.

I asked you to trust me, but my story was already full of flaws.

I knew that you had already noticed the abnormality.

If you continued to pry into the matter or leave in a huff, then my ritual was destined to fail.

But you didn’t.

I’m very grateful for your trust in me.

I know that it’s not because of my acting skills or any other reason, but because you really treat me as a friend.

This is also what I feel the most guilty about.

After that, I left the Plague Domain to you. This will make my remaining conscience feel better.

But just like you said, friends should trust each other and not hurt each other.

I don’t know if my actions hurt you.

If so, I’m sorry.

Even if you leave me, I won’t complain.

However, if you think that I can still be saved and that you’re willing to continue being friends with me, then please write back and let me know. (I’m currently on a long journey and have no fixed residence. I’ll let you Imow as soon as I have a new address. If you want to reply, just write it and give it to the sweet girl. It’s that albatross. It will come to you from time to time.)

I swear.

I might lie to anyone in the future.

But I won’t lie to you.

My friend.

Matthew.

Your best friend.

Level 20 Bard, Level 1 Dusk Chanter, Deceit Demigod.

Musical instrument master, weapon master, amateur grave robber, Smandy’s lying operator, Cloud Edge City’s honorary citizen, Deep Blue Harbor’s sword singer, and the third most popular man on the East Coast in the new decade.

Losolon Ranqi, 45 years old, but I don’t feel it at all.”

He closed the letter.

Matthew was filled with emotions.

Lorraine’s letter did not stray too much from his expectations.

When he was watching ” a good show ” in the theatre, Matthew had already noticed that something was wrong.

The choice after that could only be said to be a matter of his choice and opinion.

Now, it seemed that the result was not bad.

[Network: Legendary Bard +1.]

If trust can be exchanged for the friendship of a legendary demigod bard, I’m sure many people will take up this chance, right?”

Matthew smiled.

He did not reply immediately.

Instead, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the peace back home.

However, this silence did not last long.

The carriage stopped.

The coachman chatted with the people outside for a while.

A moment later.

A gentle young male voice sounded,

Hello, I’m a resident of Rolling Stone Town. I have an urgent matter to attend to, and I’m planning to rush to the Southern Trade Station. However, my carriage broke down on the way, and it won’t be repaired in a short time.

“Can you take me with you?”

Matthew lifted the curtain and found that the other party was a young man who looked only slightly worse than him.

He stood there alone. Not far away, there was a carriage parked by the roadside. The coachman was checking something under the carriage.

The young man’s expression was somewhat anxious.

“Sure, come on up.”

They were all from Rolling Stone Town, so Matthew didn’t mind giving him a ride.

“Thank you!” the man said gratefully.

This carriage was not very spacious.

After the man got into the car, Lara immediately squeezed in and ended up next to Matthew.

A faint fragrance entered Matthew’s nose and mouth.

He quietly moved a few steps to the side and got closer to the strange man.

“I’m sorry to have troubled you.”

The man apologized.

Then, he generously extended his hand to Matthew.

“My name is Howard, Howard Jols. I have properties in the Southern Trading Post and Rolling Stone Town. How may I address you?”

Matthew subconsciously reached out his hand.

However, all of a sudden.

He felt that this name sounded familiar.