Planting an immortal tree in the wizarding world

Chapter 49 Contact with the Necromancers
"Did the Necromancers really do anything like 'bringing the dead back to life'?" Ronan asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, there are all sorts of rumors flying around!" Paul said.

"Some reports say that the person who was brought back to life is no longer the person he was in life, but a monster."

"There are also reports that in the areas where the plague broke out, necromancers helped people resurrect those who died in the plague, and many families were able to reunite."

“However,” Paul glanced around again and said in a low voice, “were that possible.”
“Even if it could bring the dead back to life, the royal family would never allow such witchcraft to exist.”

"Imagine if Augustus I, II, III, and IV were all resurrected, what would His Majesty the current king do?"

"Haha, they can't possibly be sitting together playing cards, can they?"

"The longevity gained through wizarding practices has already caused problems for the royal family."

"It is not uncommon for senior wizards with good aptitude to outlive junior wizards with poor aptitude."

Seeing the bartender approach, Ronan immediately patted Paul's thigh and said, "Stop talking."

Although, in the Kingdom of Valant, the control of public opinion and thought is not strong.

He could sometimes hear people discussing the royal family in the streets.

Some women in brothels even dyed their hair the color of the Empress and wore the Empress's court dress to attract customers.

But Paul is a wizarding apprentice at the Kingdom's Wizarding Academy, an elite figure in the kingdom, and will most likely serve the royal family in the future.

If his words were to get out, they would attract attention.

As Paul's confidant, he might also be implicated.

Ronan immediately asked about wizarding practices to steer the conversation away from the topic.

The two drank and ate while chatting, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, Ronan noticed that someone was walking towards them.

Ronan used the AI ​​HarmonyOS to analyze this person.

【Strength: 2.1】

【Spirit: 9.1】

[Mana: 9.3]

[Wizard Rank: Level Two Wizard Apprentice]

This person exudes an aura of death, though it is concealed, it still leaks out.

'A wizard's apprentice, the aura of death?'

Ronan remembered the Necromancers they had just discussed and became wary.

His mind had already secretly connected with the talisman in the storage ring, and he pulled up his cloak to cover his left hand.

If anything happens, he immediately takes the talisman to his left hand and activates it under the cover of his cloak.

Ronan remained calm and continued drinking and chatting with Paul.

After the wizard apprentice got a little closer, he pretended to see him, his eyes pausing slightly.

Upon seeing Ronan's gaze, Paul followed it and saw the stranger approaching.

"Two knights."

The wizard apprentice walked over.

He was around twenty years old, with long, slightly wavy black hair that hung down on both sides.

His eyes were deep-set, with a pair of blue pupils in the center.

He had two carefully trimmed mustaches on his lips.

"Is this Mr. Wilson?"

The wizard apprentice merely glanced politely at Ronan before looking at Paul.

"Yes, sir. May I ask what brings you here?"

Paul couldn't help but feel nervous.

He privately sold wizarding knowledge and acted as a middleman for selling wizarding materials.

This violates the laws of the kingdom.

Although he believed he had done it discreetly, he was still afraid of being discovered by the Wizarding Council.

“I am Maan Tuk, and I have something to ask Mr. Wilson,” Maan said gracefully.

“Please speak,” Paul said. “I heard that recently, anti-aging agents and anti-aging products were being sold in Triumph City, and they were very popular among the lower and middle nobility.” Ma An said:

"I would like to meet the creators of both potions."

Paul immediately relaxed upon hearing that it was about the medicine, not that he had violated the laws of the kingdom. He leaned back slightly, his posture becoming slack again.

“I made the potion,” Paul said.

Ronan nodded secretly.

This was something he had repeatedly warned Paul about before.

He must never reveal to anyone that he is the creator of anti-aging and skin-lightening agents.

“Mr. Wilson, you must be joking.” Ma An smiled slightly.
“I heard from a friend that Mr. Wilson’s pharmacy grades were just average in college.”

Paul's face flushed slightly, and the freckles on his cheeks darkened a bit.

"Who are you? How do you know my name? And why are you asking about me?" Paul stared at Ma'an, his words no longer polite.

“It’s not convenient here, Mr. Paul. Could we speak in private?” Ma An said in a low voice.

“Is there anything we can’t say here?” Paul asked.

"Then I will tell you the truth."

As he said this, a magical fluctuation suddenly emanated from Ma An's body.

His next words were confined to a small circle, only Ronan and Paul could hear them.

"I would like to invite your apothecary friend to join the Necromancer's Guild."

Ronan and Paul's eyes widened upon hearing this, and they exchanged a glance.

"Gentlemen, the Necromancer's Guild is not the evil wizarding organization that is rumored to be," Ma An said.

“We study the ways of life and death, and tonight we have a ‘resurrection ceremony’.”

“I sincerely invite you two to visit us; you will greatly change your opinion of us.”

"where?"

Ronan's eyes lit up, as if he was very interested.

But in truth, he was very wary, fearing that if they went there, there would be no "resurrection ceremony" and they would instead be in danger.

He pretended to be interested in order to find out the location so that Paul could quickly report it to the Wizarding Council.

The Wizarding Council would then send law enforcement wizards to destroy the Necromancers' stronghold.

"The location is hard to find. If you two are interested, I'll take you there."

This necromancer apprentice was also very cautious.

"I can't trouble you with that," Ronan continued politely.

"My lords, this is hardly an inconvenience..."

As Ma An was speaking, Paul suddenly pulled out an old-fashioned short magic wand from his waist.

With a mere flick of his wrist, the first-tier intermediate sorcery "Flame Stream" was activated. A ball of flame burst forth from the end of the wand, leaving a trail of fire that tore through the void and hurtled toward Ma'an.

Paul, a student at the Kingdom Wizarding Academy and a second-level wizarding apprentice, knew that this person was from the Necromancers' Guild, so he had no intention of playing along and immediately took action!

Ma An reached out and blocked, and the white ring on his finger flashed with a white light, instantly transforming into a white bone shield.

boom!
The stream of flames collided with the bone shield, turning into streaks of fire that splashed in all directions.

A charred mark remained on the bone shield, from which wisps of black smoke rose.

"This man belongs to the Necromancers' Guild, seize him!"

Paul shouted.

Immediately, everyone in the tavern looked over.

"Humph."

Ma An sneered, his face turning sinister, and a grayish-white crystal appeared in his hand.

Suddenly, the crystal emitted a grayish-white light, enveloping it.

"Beware of the Necromancers' retaliation."

After leaving behind a single sentence, Ma An vanished in a flash of light.

(End of this chapter)