A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 92 - 92: Soul Cage

Chapter 92: Soul Cage

Translator: Lonelytree

Most of the ancient trees here were more than a thousand years old.

If you wanted to enjoy the sunlight, as long as you knew a few words of elvish, the ancient trees would also spread their branches and leaves, allowing the sunlight to shine on your face.

I know you love planting trees, Matthew. You’ll love it here.

When I first entered the city, I was so happy.

But soon, reality poured cold water on my face.

Before I left, my father only said that he would send me to learn elven songs and dances, but he didn’t tell me that I had to learn swordsmanship and spells at the same time!

I was sent to join a group of half-elves and elves.

I’m the only human in the entire group.

Although everyone there greeted me with a smile, I could feel the thick estrangement and indifference under the smile.

They don’t welcome me.

They even discriminated against humans.

Once, after a dance class, I overheard a half-elf saying to her companion while changing clothes,

“That human big-breasted girl really knows how to show off her figure, but what’s the use? Her dancing was not bad. Her swordsmanship and magic were both zero points! I don’t think she can become a Sword Chanter at all.”

Her companion smiled and replied, “Why are you paying attention to her? Forty years later, her voluptuous figure would quickly shrivel like a punctured balloon. Isn’t that the tragedy of human girls? I feel that with her hard work, she still has a chance to become the lowest-level of sword chanter. But by then, she will already be an old woman who can’t dance.”

I was really sad after hearing it.

It wasn’t because they were mean but because they lamented the short life of humans.

Half-elves had a lifespan of at least 300 years. Wood elves had twice as long as them. It was said that the night elves in the Perpetual Night Forest had even longer lifespans.

But what about us?

I would inevitably age in a few decades at most.

I feel really bad.

I didn’t even dance enthusiastically for the past few days.

After that day, the other people’s negative attitude towards me became even more obvious. They always bullied me intentionally or unintentionally. Either the wooden sword used for training was hung on the butt of the muskox, or the dance clothes were splashed with embarrassing milk stains.

I cried for days before telling myself to be strong.

Father spent a lot of money to send me here to study. I can’t give up easily.

I thought of Sif many times when I was in pain.

I couldn’t help but think that if she were here, she would definitely be able to handle these problems with ease.

Unlike me, who only knows how to hide and cry alone.

Speaking of crying, I actually don’t reject crying. It’s useless, but at least it can make me not collapse so much.

A few days passed.

Things took a turn for the better. Their bullying of me was witnessed by a general of the Windchasers.

He scolded the others fiercely on the spot, scaring everyone.

The general’s name was Tarani, and he was a very handsome elven swordsman.

He was very young, and it was said that he had the highest chance of becoming an Elven Sword Saint in the entire Jade Court.

Tarani treated me very well and would come to see me from time to time after class.

At first, I was not used to his enthusiasm.

But very quickly, I discovered a secret about Tarani.

She was actually a girl, but she liked to dress up as a man.

God, I was really embarrassed when I wrote this. I kept feeling like I was writing a novel by a third-rate bard, but it was all true.

Very soon, Tarani announced her pursuit of me.

This matter caused me more trouble than the elves bullying me.

I didn’t know how to reject a powerful Windseeker General, and she was a girl. I could only decline Tarani’s passionate pursuit on the grounds that I was still young.

Tarani didn’t force me. She said that she would wait until I became an adult, but there were only less than six months before I became an adult. This troubled me because I had no one to talk to, so I thought of you.

Matthew.

If you have any brilliant suggestions, please write back and let me know!

By the time I wrote this, the sky had already turned dark.

The fragrance of roasted meat wafted through the inn. Not all elves were vegetarian. Their roasted meat was light and not greasy, and it had a unique flavour.

However, I still missed the leaf-rolled barbecue in Rolling Stone Town more.

Tomorrow will be the Spring Festival, and there will be fireworks in town again. Old York’s family will push the last batch of pigs and wine to sell everywhere. Everyone will gather to eat cotton candy and honey strawberries. Who will win my favourite arm-wrestling competition and Martin Run this time?

I won’t be there to see it.

But I know that it must be a very lively scene.

I really wanted to go home.

You must reply to me!

PIease!

– Yours, Beanna, 3.28, in the Jade Court.”

After reading through it, Matthew felt a little emotional.

He had guessed that Beanna would write to him, but he hadn’t expected her journey and her studies in Jade Court to be so tumultuous.

Beanna and Sif had always been the most outstanding students in Matthew’s class.

Their family backgrounds were very good.

Beanna’s father was a great businessman with great vision and charm, and her mother was the only daughter of a great noble in the city.

Compared to Sif, Beanna’s personality was more reserved and quiet.

Therefore, her confession that day shocked Matthew.

After reading the various experiences mentioned in the letter.

Matthew went home and pondered for a moment before writing a long reply to her..