Chapter 106: Back to the Treehouse
As Agnes’s most capable subordinate in the past, Arcaiste longed to reminisce with her. However, since Agnes currently couldn’t remember the past, he had to temporarily shelve the idea and wait for her memory to return.
In any case, Agnes’s resurrection was the best possible outcome. Arcaiste had never imagined he would one day cooperate with a Necromancer, let alone that this Necromancer would bring back the person he cared about most – even though, strictly speaking, Agnes was now undead.
Flora volunteered for the “childcare” task. Agnes, having already babbled with her for half a day, clearly liked this gentle older sister. Flora easily took her hand.
“Let’s take Agnes back to our little treehouse first. It’s not convenient to stay here,” Flora said to the group, helping Agnes, whose legs were still weak, to stand up.
“I also plan to undo the petrification on the villagers. Keshel needs to resume production,” Rebecca said.
“Yes, with Agnes resurrected, everything becomes simple. Later, Flora, please use Divine Arts to prevent people from suspecting too much about what we did on the Sacred Tree. Master Arcaiste, please cooperate with us as well, don’t let anyone know we resurrected someone on the Sacred Tree,” Abyss said.
Flora nodded, and Arcaiste agreed.
Not every Druid was like Arcaiste, willing to trust a Necromancer as a last resort, nor had every Druid interacted with truly righteous Necromancers like Baggs had. The fact that Abyss had resurrected the former Grand Sage Agnes on the tree naturally couldn’t be revealed, nor could Agnes even show her face in front of them, otherwise it would surely cause unrest among the Druids.
Abyss wasn’t worried about them doing anything to him; most were elves, and Druids adhering to elven values wouldn’t be so ungrateful. However, it would inevitably lead to unnecessary trouble.
But in reality, this task wasn’t difficult. With Arcaiste’s help, no Druid should guess they had resurrected Agnes on the treetop – common sense dictated that Necromancers resurrected the dead by digging up graves, who would plant a corpse on a tree?
Agnes seemed to be the quiet type, her facial expressions less varied than others. According to Arcaiste, most of the time, she wore this adorable and clueless expression and never made exaggerated gestures. Quiet and reserved, Agnes was perfectly hidden when Abyss draped one of his cloaks over her.
On the way back to the treehouse, Leona suddenly grabbed Abyss’s arm, pulled him close, bent down, and whispered, “ABC! When exactly are you swapping back with me? I really don’t want to be her dad anymore, even… even being called Mama would be better than this!”
“Ah, about that…” Abyss said, slightly embarrassed. “There’s another reason why I was secretive and unwilling to tell you I could swap bodies with you. This magic can’t be used at will. Once we swap, we have to wait three days before we can swap back, otherwise it will have adverse effects on your soul.”
“What? What adverse effects? Can’t I just endure it?” Leona asked quickly. Being called Papa by Agnes was only part of it; Leona was most bothered by the strange thing between her legs that she had only heard about but never seen. It always felt awkward, and accidentally touching it caused strange sensations. She was going crazy.
A teenage boy’s body is really troublesome!
“Uh… because we’re different genders, swapping back too early might cause a period of gender identity disorder for both of us,” Abyss shrugged. “Of course, this is just my speculation. If you’re willing to take the risk with me, I can try it with you. I’ve never experienced thinking I was a girl before…”
“Let’s not…” Leona covered her face dejectedly.
“Well, you’ll have to bear with it for these few days then,” Abyss patted the back of Leona’s hand. “Because I need to gain Agnes’s favor, it’s important to build familiarity with her now that we’ve just met. Please interact with her more these few days. You don’t have to do it specifically in my name…”
“But I’m not into that!” Leona exclaimed, distraught.
“Ah? Into what?” Abyss blinked, confused.
Flora, walking ahead with Agnes, blushed slightly: When she bathed with Leona, Leona’s behavior seemed quite different from what she was saying now; her hand technique was clearly very good…
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“Damn it! Only half of the dragon bone powder Master gave me is left! That kid Abyss kept stealing my stuff during the fight! That filthy little thief!”
Fidia sat on the ground…annoyed, completely disregarding her previous elegant image, throwing a rock forward like a petulant child.
“Hehe, don’t forget you also lost the entire dragon skin. Added up, that’s more than half a dragon,” Shor added from the side. “Although the dragon skin was rotten, it wasn’t entirely worthless.”
“Senior Brother Shor, don’t go too far! You had a part in this too! Don’t forget how you pissed your pants when you saw Abyss’s strength!” Fidia glared angrily at Shor standing nearby.
“So what? I am timid, bite me?” Shor felt no shame, laughing instead. “Rest up for a bit, then we need to hurry back to see Master. Master must have already guessed we might fail. Our defeat was definitely within his expectations; he won’t be too harsh on us.”
“But, I feel like something’s wrong, I just can’t put my finger on it…” Fidia didn’t stand up immediately, racking her brain. “I feel like that kid Abyss left some trick behind, but I can’t figure out what he could have done. I’ve already searched myself; I didn’t find any undead spies he left… You don’t have any either, right?”
“We’re Necromancers; wouldn’t we know if undead bugs or something were planted on us?” Shor bared his teeth. “Stop making excuses and get up quickly. Did you forget Master told us to return as soon as possible after finishing?”
“Hmph… looks like we’re out of options for now. However, Little Junior Sister should be ready by now, right? Maybe she has a way to deal with that little bastard Abyss.” Thinking of this, Fidia’s expression finally relaxed slightly. “I just don’t know how Master has trained her.”
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