This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1563: 431 Machinist’s Philosophy of Life_3

Margaret’s youthful and adorable appearance, coupled with her solemn tone, created a strong contrast.

Matthew found it amusing, but a warm feeling also stirred in his heart.

"No kidding, Matthew.”

Margaret blinked seriously:

"Living is more important than anything else.”

"This is a new battle rule I have realized after going through all this, and I will add it to my course list in the future.”

"This class is free, but it is required!”

"You may think I’m exaggerating, but I know for certain you would never want to experience what it’s like to be devoured alive by a Purgatory Devil

As she said the last sentence, a flicker of fear involuntarily crossed Margaret’s face, and her eyes dimmed for a moment.

Matthew put aside his joking demeanor.

He couldn’t help but recall the horrifying scene he had witnessed when he had entered Morgan’s Purgatory with Soria—

At that time, Margaret’s body had already been swallowed by the Black Goat.

Even though Soria had cut it open,

What Matthew saw was a corpse half-corroded.

That sight was indeed frightening.

As someone who had experienced it firsthand, Margaret must have been left with a serious psychological shadow.

Matthew could feel,

That after being reborn, Margaret was no longer as sharp and prominent as before.

She had become much gentler and more reserved.

Perhaps that was also a kind of growth.

Seeing that Margaret still looked somewhat off, Matthew opened his arms and gently embraced her:

"It’s all over.”

"You will become stronger, no one can easily bring you down.”

Margaret’s body trembled slightly.

Her muscles were tense as if she wanted to push Matthew away.

But the next moment,

Her entire body relaxed and she too hugged Matthew, patting his back unconsciously with her small palms.

After a while,

Margaret’s mood stabilized a bit.

She gently pushed on Matthew’s arms and said with slight annoyance:

"You got it in my hair.”

"And don’t hug for too long, it wouldn’t be good if it left any mark.”

"After all, this body is meant to be used by others as well

Matthew generously let go.

Margaret, on the other hand, seemed somewhat embarrassed and shy.

Understanding the situation, Matthew deftly changed the subject:

"So the entire Blood-Drinking Mountain, with many traces resembling those in a game, is this also due to the Machinists’ intentional design?”

Margaret nodded:

"Indeed.”

"The Machinists I know are all keen to digitize everything.”

"They like to shape the entire world into the image they have in mind, for which they digitize everything, continuously adding some game-like rules.”

"Of course, this phenomenon only appears in the skies heavily transformed by Cyberdragons.”

"The surface where the Ancient City of Klafa is located, not only is it fraught with dangers, but it doesn’t have the interesting aspects deliberately left by the Machinists like the environment we are in ŔÀŊỗBΕṨ

The two continued their conversation for a while.

Seeing that time was about right,

Matthew intended to say goodbye to Margaret, then he asked:

"You’ve already told me all the news, why meet with them?”

Margaret said earnestly:

"It’s the guardian’s responsibility.”

"To be precise, it’s the rule set by the Machinists—if I’m to make use of this body, I must abide by the rules here. Only by doing so can I obtain the right to use this body long term, and in the process of adhering to the regulations, I can receive many unseen rewards, and even acquire some XP—I know it’s crazy, but this is the Machinists’ handiwork.”

"They told me, being a guardian is also part of the game.”

"They call it NPC

"I’ve noticed you’ve chosen the troll faction, which is good. It means that NPCs controlled by the Machinists are friendly to you and can offer assistance within the rules when possible.”

"If you encounter someone in the Ancient City of Klafa with a white light above their head or beneath their feet, they’re likely an NPC played by a Machinist. You can try communicating with them, and you might obtain additional benefits.”

"But overall, it’s still up to you. The Machinists live by self-help; they prefer to guide from the side than interfere directly. If they really can’t guide, they just shrug and wait for the drama to unfold—they also like watching explosions

That’s the philosophy of the Machinists.”

Having said that,

Margaret tore open a green scroll, and in no time, a flood of written information entered Matthew’s mind.

He felt a slight pressure in his temples.

…

‘Hint: Margaret has infused you with special geographical knowledge.’

Knowledge (Geography/Far East situation: Blood-Drinking Mountain) +50!’

…

"I hope this knowledge can help you.”

"Go, Matthew.”

"Be sure to be careful.”

With Margaret’s soft farewell, Matthew silently left the cabin.

He then waited by the lake for twenty minutes.

Sener and Claire also met with Margaret separately.

However, their meetings were very brief.

Claire spent about fifteen minutes in the cabin, during which she had some snacks and obtained some of the information she wanted;

Sener stayed in the cabin for only three minutes.

According to his own account.

He never saw the legendary guardian; he conversed with an oven in the kitchen.

That oven had a terrible temper.

Sener didn’t know where he had offended it, and after only a few words, he was driven out.

"It seems that the esteemed guardian really dislikes me.”

By the lake.

Sener looked thoughtfully at Matthew:

"You were in there for over forty minutes, you didn’t badmouth me for half an hour, did you?”

"You know the guardian here?”

Matthew smiled slightly without any defense, giving Sener plenty of room to imagine.

The three of them then left the place.

Matthew revealed a few pieces of information about the Ancient City of Klafa, planning to gather everyone and then leave the sky-floating island, heading for the dangerous ground below.

However, what was unexpected was.

After everyone gathered, Matthew still couldn’t find Mira’s trace.

After weighing their options.

They could only give up looking for Mira temporarily.

Once Claire joined.

The group of six each used their abilities to fly into the sea of clouds, heading towards the ground.

…

The ground world of Blood-Drinking Mountain completely matched what Matthew had imagined beforehand.

It also matched the map given by Tyraste.

After avoiding the dangerous regions where Cloud Dragons may appear, everyone boarded the Golden Carriage of the God of Travelers.

They rode the carriage over desolate mountain ranges.

Amidst those mountains,

They found an ancient city that appeared grand and majestic from afar.

Most of the city was hidden in a brown fog, looking mysterious and dangerous.

"There’s a barrier up ahead, I need to lower the altitude,” said Vampire Moson, giving a warning.

The Golden Carriage quickly closed the distance with the ground.

The terrain here was steep, with uneven ground blocking everyone’s line of sight.

At the same time,

Large expanses of grey stone forests grew out of the mountains.

Each pillar in these stone forests closely resembled troll totems, making Matthew’s scalp tingle.

"If Lost Paradise is hidden among these pillars, that would take forever to find

He muttered to himself.

Just at that moment,

Jassiliven suddenly looked up:

"There are people.”

Sener reacted even faster, jumping directly out of the carriage window!

Crash!

Vampire Moson lifted the curtain, and a fierce wind gushed in.

The next second,

Matthew saw an overwhelming shadow swiftly approaching him.

"Black Dragons?” Claire asked in a low voice.

"No.”

Matthew looked gravely ahead:

"It’s the Black Dragon Army.”

From the stone forest on the side,

More than a dozen Black Dragons, their bodies covered with a layer of distinctive armor, roared as they flew over.

The terrible Draconic Might instantly enveloped everyone in the carriage!

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