Chapter 1676 - A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1676: 457 Golden Ship and Divine Weapon … “No one is permitted to ascend to godhood under my watch!” Isabelle’s voice was resolute. Her eyes, seemingly filled with flames, stared directly into Matthew’s, as if in that moment, she had pierced through his very soul! Matthew’s breathing stalled. Yet his mind raced. ... He understood. The cause and effect… The reason why Heavenly Mages dared enter the vanished historical world without fearing someone seizing the chance to become a god was that they had secretly reached an agreement with Storluk Industries! A bitter taste lingered in Matthew’s mouth. He had been worried at first that someone’s ascension to godhood might be detrimental to the Alliance. It turned out he simply wasn’t privileged enough to be informed of such matters. Of course. Matthew couldn’t complain much, for it made sense for Isabelle to have such contingencies in place. In a way. At the last moment, Matthew too had forsaken the choice to become the Divine King. This was probably why, after half a year, Isabelle was still willing to meet with him—an important reason— Matthew’s thoughts were clear. If he had been truly cast aside, even exiled, This proud Heavenly Mage would never have taken the time to speak with him. For Matthew. As long as he could see Isabelle, no matter if she scolded him severely or whipped him straightaway, the outcome was favorable! A flicker of joy leaped in his heart. But after contemplation, Matthew did not express this slight joy, instead, he showed a touch of dissatisfaction. He quickly lowered his head, as if to hide the change in his expression. “Still dissatisfied?” Isabelle asked with a cold laugh. Matthew shook his head expressionlessly: “I am willing to obey all directives of the Alliance.” Isabelle snorted coldly. The next second. She suddenly appeared in front of Matthew. She lifted his chin with one hand, her grey eyes flashing with the depth of the starry sky: “You harbor anger, and resentment.” “Ha…” “You even think about defeating me?” Matthew remained silent. Isabelle’s tone grew harsher: “Speak! “Did such thoughts cross your mind just now?” Matthew pursed his lips. Eventually, his teeth chattering, he said: “I can’t say I’ve never had such thoughts…” This statement seemed diplomatic, But it was straightforward enough. Isabelle withdrew her hand, a trace of coldness flashing in her eyes: “Good.” “I like your ambition.” “But to realize ambition, talk is cheap. You need absolute action and power to back it up!” As she spoke, Matthew suddenly felt a pain in his ribs! Following that, More pain surged into his mind. He looked down to see a wound on his abdomen that was healing rapidly, but something inside had vanished without a trace! Matthew looked up in shock, Only to see Isabelle had returned to her place, twirling a bloodied rib in her hands. “This rib and the half-year of suppression are a minor punishment for your ambition. “I’ve said it: I like your ambition, but you need the strength to match it.” “Keep this rib with me for now. When you can truly defeat me one day, come and take it back yourself…” Isabelle’s face was filled with a taunting smile. Matthew instinctively covered his abdomen, A flicker of perfectly-timed anger crossed his eyes. In the end, He simply bowed his head silently, saying nothing. But deep inside, he gave himself high praise for his performance. “Losing a piece of rib is already a pitifully light punishment.” “The atmosphere is about right now. “Time for the benefits…” Matthew thought to himself. Indeed, The next second, Isabelle put away the rib, then spoke indifferently: “What’s past is past, I won’t mention it again, and neither will anyone in the Alliance; you are still that young spellcaster with the most potential from the south.” “From today on, all resources and privileges you have in the Alliance will be restored.” “The Silver Council has passed the settlement list of the Scar of the Dead project to me, and you have done well.” “In addition to the usual reward, you can choose either an Inheritance Weapon or a Legendary Spellbook from the Feast Sect Lodge; discuss the specifics with the Silver Council. I’ve already given them a heads-up, and they will honor these rewards at any time.” Matthew quickly bowed his head in thanks. Isabelle continued without pause: “Second, your application to enter the Arcane Castle has also been approved.” “It’s valid for three months, during which you can enter at any time to enhance the quality of your spells, fill in the gaps in your spell repertoire, and attempt to develop new signature spells.” “My advice is, before entering the Castle, you should find someone to teach you and round out weaker spells—” If you find this too time-consuming, You could go see Soria, But only if you can afford it.” Matthew nodded repeatedly. “Thank you.” He expressed his sincere gratitude. Isabelle shook her head: “You don’t have to.” “You’ve earned it.” “As long as you remain a spellcaster.” Matthew chuckled inwardly. Isabelle was truly a spellcaster supremacist. Matthew could tell. She was probably the most committed Heavenly Mage to maintaining the existing order within the Alliance, without equal. He wondered if this tendency had anything to do with the influence of a Calamity Mage. With that, The great weight upon Matthew’s heart was finally lifted.