Chapter 18

One of the rules at the翡冷翠 Natural Academy is that within a hundred steps, there must be food.

This rule, rich in humanistic care, once again made Sigma envious to the point of tears. In terms of school rules, the Natural Academy once again outshone the Necromancy Academy—rules set by the Dark King Sargeras and the Undying Sovereign Sauron for Atlas were full of murderous intent and lacked any sense of propriety, filled with bizarre clauses like “If you conduct forbidden experiments and get caught, you will be killed,” “If you illegally dig up someone’s ancestral grave and the Church finds out, we will deny all responsibility,” “If you do bad things, do them cleanly,” “The food in the cafeteria is intentionally made to taste bad, so if you don’t like it, don’t come to school,” “Please do not have any opinions about the school rules because, dear students, I am your ancestor,” “Beware of fire, theft, holy light, and the deadly Sigma,” and so on.

Now, let's talk about the Natural Academy's rule that within a hundred steps, there must be food. This rule reflects the refined lifestyle of the druids. A traveling bard who once had the fortune to visit the Maya Great Forest wrote a book called "Taste of the Natural Kingdom," which introduced the outstanding culinary culture and lifestyle of the druids. The druids' view of life is simple and practical; all living things in the world are divided into intelligent beings and non-intelligent beings, and non-intelligent beings can be further divided into two categories: those that can be eaten and those that can be processed and then eaten.

It is also said that even if a druid is stripped naked and thrown into a desolate forest, he will still be well-fed and rosy-cheeked even after decades. The reason is that the Natural Academy has a long-standing course called "Survival in the Wilderness," with a textbook written by a druid who used to be a jungle ranger. This druid claimed that with just a small knife, he could survive for a hundred years in the wilderness. After he became a druid, he didn't even need the knife anymore.

Thus, under this rule, the druid academy is always filled with the aroma of various foods. The highly greened campus is not just for decoration. Some plants bear delicious fruits, some can be processed into precious seasonings, and some, when a small incision is made in their trunks, will flow with sweet drinks. In the Natural Academy, pavilions and benches are always accompanied by outdoor cooking utensils and water fountains. Whenever you are hungry, you can find a place to eat and gather food within a hundred steps, whether you want to eat it raw or cook it, it is very convenient...

Sigma's cooking skills are quite good, in fact, they were forced upon him. Before he became a necromancer, he was a pampered young master in the Frontier, picky and fussy. But after going to the Necromancy Academy, everything changed. Atlas, based on the principle that "the body's senses are just false things that deceive the soul," suppresses all material enjoyment to the minimum. The food in the cafeteria, while nutritionally balanced, tastes no different from pig feed. The necromancy academy, shrouded in death, is not suitable for ordinary people to live in, so he rejected his fiancée's offer to hire a few fearless chefs and had to cook for himself. Over time, he even developed quite good cooking skills. Following the cooking guide by the outdoor stone kitchen, he gathered some ingredients from the small garden behind and prepared a relatively sumptuous lunch, which tasted really good, except there was no meat.

Druids probably don't eat meat... after all, they are children of nature.

After the meal, Sigma, as usual, lay on a comfortable bench and basked in the sun. A necromancer basking in the sun is as shocking as a genderless lich trying to date a girl, naturally attracting the curious gazes of passing druids. But Sigma, having been a troublemaker for a long time, had developed a strong resistance to such unconventional gazes, so he didn't care. If basking in the sun is such a big deal, what would you think if I blew up the toilet and made it fly all over the sky?

After basking in the sun and even taking a short nap, Sigma rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up. He looked around and saw no gentle and beautiful girl sitting beside him, smiling at him, which made the necromancer quite disappointed. Luluvi was nowhere to be found, acting mysteriously. Looking around, besides the slightly acquainted Sandro and the equally questionable chief priest of the Natural Academy, he seemed to have no other acquaintances here.

If following the usual thinking of a necromancer, it would be "I have few friends, but I don't need friends, my college life is fine, I should just focus on my studies," and then go to select the courses he wanted to audit or get a temporary library card and become a bookworm. But for the overly lively Sigma, living in a friendly but unfamiliar environment for a month without making a few friends would be the behavior of a shut-in.

Sigma walked through the vast campus of the Natural Academy, excitedly observing everything that interested him. Soon, he found something very interesting. Although necromancers are a bit eccentric, they are also very serious. They came to the druids for a study visit, and that's exactly what they were doing, like the two necromancers and druids sitting not far away, debating a certain academic issue.

Listening in, the two seemed to be discussing whether the druids' spectral wolves or the necromancers' zombies were more useful.

"Of course, it's the zombies. They are fearless, have excellent defense, and emit a fragrant corpse smell, and their faces look reliable and loyal, unwavering." The necromancer's voice was full of emotion, a rare display of feeling for someone usually expressionless, indicating he had an extraordinary affection for zombies. "My grandfather once said that a man should be like a zombie—silent, reliable, and steadfast, even if the Thunder Mountain collapses in front of him, he should remain unperturbed and continue to fulfill his mission..."

...I say, a grandfather with such twisted aesthetics and who poisons his descendants should be turned into a zombie as soon as possible.

The druid clearly rebutted the other's argument from a sustainable development perspective: "Spectral wolves have spirits and can improve themselves through constant battles, such as battle awareness and combat experience, while the combat strength of zombies depends only on the physical condition of the corpse and the power of the necromancer. Moreover, zombies move slowly and cannot think independently, requiring the necromancer's control for tactical deployment..."

He then gave an example: "The howling moon wolf king Fenrir, passed down by the druids' elders, grew from an ordinary spectral wolf..."

"Hmph, so what if it's a wolf king? In the crystal coffin of our Atlas Void Palace, there also lies an immortal corpse king..."

Damn, I can't listen anymore, I have to leave, otherwise, this book will only have eighteen chapters...

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PS: I'll quietly do something outrageous, then beg for recommendations, favorites, and clicks...

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