Chapter 1613 - A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1613: Sword Master and the Youngster_4 Another shadow approached. Matthew only then noticed that the one who had appeared with Tyraste was actually one of the four leaders form the Ancient Lands, The Beholder Sword Saint! “Is it you?” Matthew suddenly realized: “Wasn’t it you two fighting in the north of the Magic Zone yesterday?” “No wonder…” Matthew had been surprised when he heard the report from Vampire Moson last night. Tyraste’s strength was undeniable, and whoever could battle with him must also be a person of renown. If it was The Beholder Sword Saint. That would make sense. The tone of The Beholder Sword Saint was as gentle and humble as ever: “Ah, it’s you, Matthew.” “Heh, we were just sparring, Mr. Tyraste’s swordsmanship is much more profound than mine.” Tyraste glanced at The Beholder Sword Saint: “Your swordsmanship is also very profound.” “If we were not on opposing sides, perhaps we could become friends.” The Beholder Sword Saint spoke leisurely: “The matter of sides is rather far-fetched. Personally, I don’t particularly aspire to become a god, nor do I wish to obstruct the ambitions of others. The reason I’ve come here is half because of the duty of a guardian of the Ancient Lands, and the other half is the pursuit of the true essence of swordsmanship.” At this point. He said earnestly to Tyraste: “I didn’t have enough yesterday.” “I want to fight you again.” Tyraste shook his head: “I’m not interested.” The Beholder Sword Saint said very politely: “That’s okay, I can wait for you.” “When you’re interested, we can spar again.” Afterward. He voluntarily stepped aside, and during this process, he nodded respectfully to Matthew. And as for the Golden Ticket in Tyraste’s hand, he didn’t even bother taking a look! Tyraste clenched the ticket in his hand, his eyes complex as he looked at Matthew: “You do know the value of this thing, right?” Matthew nodded: “Of course.” Tyraste asked: “Then why give it to me?” Matthew thought for a moment: “Perhaps because I’m willing to trust in your character?” “Character?” Tyraste’s face showed an amused expression, and even a hint of absurdity flashed in his eyes. Matthew shrugged his shoulders, yet his tone was quite serious: “I admit, your methods are indeed vigorous and you have done bad things behind the Alliance’s and my back.” “But comparatively, I still view you as an elf elder with integrity and character.” “I’m not particularly fond of wood elves, but you could be counted as one of the few exceptions.” Matthew didn’t say much. In times like these, flowery speeches are worth less than a single deed. He had already placed his bet. Whether or not there would be any gains now depended on the arrangement of Fate. But he believed. He wouldn’t misjudge. After listening, Tyraste was silent for two or three seconds, then said somewhat emotionally: “Thank you.” He wasn’t thanking Matthew for handing over the Golden Ticket. Matthew also breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that. The words he had just spoken contained flattery, but most were from the heart. Tyraste tended to be old-fashioned, extreme, and showed a slight loss of control when handling internal wood elf affairs. But in most cases. Matthew saw the elf elder as cool-headed, one of the few top tier powerhouses he could find in the Ancient City to communicate with, negotiate with, and perhaps lean on for support. The most important thing was that Matthew knew him thoroughly. Tyraste was indeed an elven supremacist, but his brand of supremacy wasn’t the worst. In Tyraste’s world. As long as the elves maintain a superior position, other races could still survive, although they would be considered second-class in social status. Such was the style of the old-fashioned elves. Hood had once told Matthew that Jiliu City had faced several famines leading to disasters in history. And during those famines. The Jade Court had indeed provided considerable gratuitous aid. Though wood elves have their faults and are slowly digging their own graves, If they became the rulers of the world, to uphold their damned dignity and tradition, the fate of humans wouldn’t be too terrible. And the complexities of the wood elves were embodied to the utmost in Tyraste. That was the key reason for Matthew’s final decision. “But you’ve doubted me too, haven’t you?” Tyraste suddenly changed the subject: “Like others, you’ve also doubted me, thinking me mad, right?” Matthew nodded without hesitation. Tyraste smiled: “At least you’re honest.” Matthew spoke sincerely: “But looking back now, the biggest reason I doubted you is actually because you are a wood elf and I am a human.” “Had you also been human, I might have trusted you a bit more.” “Even now, what compels me to hand over the ticket to you isn’t some high-minded reason but survival necessity, as well as the gamble in the upcoming Lost Paradise operation.” “Frankly speaking, I don’t just see you as an elf elder with integrity and character; I’m also betting on that point…” As he spoke. His gaze met Tyraste’s. Tyraste’s expression became solemn, his spine ramrod straight, his demeanor just like when Matthew first met him, reminiscent of some ancient, unchanging scholars: “You’ve bet correctly, child.” “From the beginning, I never deliberately deceived you.” “Some things are compelled by circumstances, others are dictated by Fate.” “I will remember this ticket and will give you a proper repayment.” At this. He paused slightly, and more humanity surged in his gaze: