Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

At the Grenfell Hospital, after being interviewed by the children, Vic closed his eyes to rest, looking somewhat tired.

These children's school assigned them a life skills homework assignment. The assignment was to find a way to experience what adults do at work.

These children wanted to experience being a reporter.

They selected many people they wanted to interview, but unfortunately they were unable to reach most of them.

Then, someone with a clever mind suddenly remembered the firefighter uncle they had visited not long ago.

So they organized themselves and came to visit these firefighters again.

Compared to interviews conducted by professional journalists, these children's interviews were much more quirky and unpredictable.

Some of the questions they asked were quite difficult to answer.

For example, a child was curious about how many people Vic had saved.

This question stumped Vic, because even he didn't know the answer. He was only controlling the fire at the scene; at that point, there was virtually no chance of survival.

But the child's question really stung Vic.

However, he still answered the children's questions honestly.

"I don't even know how many people I've saved, kid."

"There must be a lot of people, right? So many that you wouldn't even know how many there are!" the child who asked the question exclaimed excitedly.

"...Thank you, child."

"Uncle Vic, I want to be a firefighter when I grow up! I want to be a hero on the fire!"

"This...maybe you should discuss it with your parents."

"No need to discuss it! They'll agree! After all, everyone wants to be a hero!"

Looking at the happy child, Vic gave a bitter smile.

In fact, without Greke's funding, these firefighters would have been in serious danger.

The children left after asking their questions, but Vic might not be able to keep quiet today.

Because the next wave of visitors will be arriving soon.

This group of visitors has a special identity; some of them are members of Congress.

“Mr. Vic, we didn’t mean to bother you at this time. It’s just that we need someone who can represent all the injured firefighters to attend our meeting,” the leader said with a compassionate look.

"What's the purpose of this meeting?" Vic asked curiously.

"It concerns the resettlement of you injured firefighters. That's the main topic of this meeting. We will discuss it, and you will attend as a firefighter representative and give your opinion."

"I don't think you'd refuse this honor, would you?"

Vic was somewhat taken aback by what he heard, mainly because he didn't understand why these people were looking for him; he wasn't exactly an important figure. If they were looking for a representative, he shouldn't even be on the list.

So he asked, "Why am I the representative?"

"Huh? Wasn't it voluntary on your part? We posted the information on the fire department's official website, and you were the only one who responded... Didn't you know about this?" The person asking the question was also somewhat puzzled.

"Cough cough!"

A crisp cough was heard, and the Dragon Girl walked in from outside the ward. She winked at Vic.

When Vic saw her, he immediately understood. It must have been the Dragon Girl who applied for it for him.

“Mr. Vic, if you have no intention of representing us, then we will…”

"Sorry, my head is a little foggy. I did apply, and I'm willing to represent them at the meeting," Vic said hastily.

"Oh! That's wonderful! The meeting is in three days, please make sure you attend. But are you feeling well enough to handle it?"

“Sure, if it’s just attending a meeting, that’s fine,” Vic said.

"it is good!"

After confirming that Vic would be there, the group quickly left.

After they left, the Dragon Girl came in.

"I'm sorry, Vic, please forgive my presumption. I registered using your official website account."

“It’s okay, I’m just a little surprised that I was chosen,” Vic said with a smile.

"I'm quite surprised too. Such a good opportunity, yet no one is vying for it." The Dragon Girl was also somewhat astonished.

"Opportunity? What opportunity?" Vic asked, puzzled.

"Of course, it's an opportunity for you to take another step forward!" The dragon girl's tone was somewhat excited.

“Greek’s side has made a big fuss, and Congress will definitely offer you a large compensation in order to save face. So as long as you attend as a representative, it’s equivalent to securing benefits for those injured firefighters.”

"Then your reputation will skyrocket. If handled properly, you might even become a member of parliament! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

The dragon girl smiled confidently, seemingly already envisioning the future.

Vic looked somewhat bewildered; he actually had no intention of entering politics. But seeing the dragon girl's expression, he didn't want to disappoint her. So he could only offer a forced smile.

“Vic, don’t blame me… after all, we can’t expect Grek to support us for the rest of our lives.” A hint of worry about the future flashed in the Dragon Girl’s eyes.

But those words stung Vic's heart.

Okay. You did the right thing.

Thank you for understanding!

Silence fell in the ward, and the two of them began to stare blankly into space.

The uncertainty of the future left the two of them feeling anxious and uncertain.

The two of them didn't know how long they had been lost in thought...

Bang bang bang~

There was a knock on the door of the ward.

The dragon girl was slightly taken aback, and hurriedly opened the door, where the psychologist she was looking for was standing.

"It's you! Please come in!" The dragon girl happily welcomed the other party in.

The psychologist smiled slightly and greeted the two people in the room.

Vic smiled back at the other person, but for some reason, a feeling of jealousy arose in his heart.

Looking at the beautiful dragon girl and the psychologist who seemed like a successful businessman, Vic had a strange thought: he felt like the one who was superfluous. The two people in front of him seemed to be a much better match.

Vic's heart ached again.

The psychologist keenly noticed the forced smile in Vic's eyes. He paused for a moment, then realized what was going on.

So he smiled at the two of them and said, "You two should actually congratulate me! My baby has successfully turned one month old, and it's a boy. The doctor said his condition was not good, but thankfully, God has blessed him, and now the child is very healthy."

Both Vic and Dragon Girl were somewhat surprised upon hearing this.

"It's so good that the child is safe and sound!"

"Yes, that little guy has worried me for a long time!"

The psychologist took off his coat and draped it over a nearby coat rack.

He actually told a small lie; his child was already a month old, but everything else was true. He said this simply to allay Vic's resistance to him.

Given Vic's current situation, he must be incredibly sensitive. Therefore, the psychologist knows to be extremely careful, so as not to cause the patient to develop feelings of rejection.

He had met with Vic several times before and already had a basic understanding of Vic's condition. Now he was about to begin the treatment phase.

His treatment method is "talk therapy." Through conversation, he helps Vic release his negative emotions and regain the courage to live.

And now Vic has indeed lost his aversion to the psychologist. On the contrary, he feels that the psychologist is a responsible father, a quality that makes him feel good about the psychologist.

“Mr. Vic, the story you told me last time was very interesting, but I didn’t get to hear it all because of time constraints. Could you continue? I’m very interested,” the psychologist said with a smile.

"This... is that story about the dragon knight? Don't you think this story is absurd? Am I being too naive?" Vic blushed slightly.

"How could it be childish? I think the image of the dragon knight may represent your attitude towards life. You are a warrior, and you will not be afraid of any difficulties you face."

“Now I hope the story can go a little deeper, and I hope you can tell me more about your teacher,” the psychologist said.

“My teacher…” Vic stammered. Mainly because the dragon girl was also present, and some things seemed inappropriate to talk about.

The psychologist looked into Vic's eyes and immediately understood.

So he said to the dragon girl, "Would it be convenient for you to pour us two glasses of water?"

The dragon girl frowned slightly, but fearing it might interfere with the therapy, she could only get up and leave.

The Dragon Girl knew who that so-called "teacher" was. It was a character modeled after herself. But she didn't like the identity Vic had given her. Or rather, she didn't identify with that character at all.

She is a person, not some giant dragon or beast. Even though her surname is Long (meaning dragon), she has absolutely nothing to do with dragons.

The Dragon Girl believed that the reason Vic had such fantasies was entirely because her surname provided him with material.

The dragon girl didn't want to hear the rest of the conversation, so she leaned against the corridor outside the ward and began to stare blankly into space.

Just then, Grek walked over with a smile on his face. The dragon girl's expression immediately became unnatural.

"Good morning, Mr. Grek."

“Hello.” Grek nodded. Then, with some curiosity, he asked, “What are you doing standing here? Is the person in the ward your therapist?”

Grek could see inside the ward through the window in the ward door.

The dragon girl's expression became even more awkward.

"Ahem, Congress invited Greck to a meeting today," the Dragon Girl quickly changed the subject.

“Yes, that’s what I came here for. Did Vic agree? My advice is not to agree,” Grek said.

"I'm sorry, Vic has already agreed." A sudden unease welled up in the dragon girl's heart. She seemed to have forgotten something very important. Was her action tantamount to betrayal?

Having already accepted Greke's favors, shouldn't she stand with him? By sending Vic to the congressional meeting, isn't she essentially slapping Greke in the face?

After all, if it weren't for the uproar caused by Grecker's unauthorized acceptance of injured firefighters, this congressional meeting wouldn't even have been able to be organized.

Thinking of this, the dragon girl's small hands clenched unconsciously. She looked at Grek nervously, feeling that Grek's expression would change at any moment.

But Greck's expression didn't change at all.

"You agreed... Well, there's nothing I can do about it then. Attending those pointless meetings is pointless; it only takes a toll on Vic's health. The efficiency of those councilors' discussions... Heh."

"Huh? Will this meeting last a long time?" the Dragon Girl asked curiously.

"Yes. And in the end, it will most likely just fizzle out. After all, properly resettling these firefighters would cost a fortune."

"After all, many insurance companies have gone bankrupt, so going through insurance is not feasible, and going through taxation is too troublesome. So the final result will definitely be nothing."

The Dragon Girl was somewhat incredulous upon hearing this. "Is the Congress not as wealthy as you?"