He's the One Who Tricked Me Into Farming

Mention a necromancer, and people always think of evil and terror. They are desecrators who show no respect for the dead, a plague and a tumor in the world.

As he lay dying, his teacher took Dickens's hand and said, "Child, the truth is, you never had a talent for druidry. That's why you couldn't summon spirits or learn to shapeshift."

Dickens: "Teacher, I know."

"Child, the truth is, I never expected you to succeed at growing trees or cultivating fertile fields."

Dickens: "Teacher, I know that too. The look on your face the first time you saw me grow a plant made it seem like you wanted to sneak out in the middle of the night and wreck the field."

"Child, there's another secret I've been keeping from you."

Dickens: "I know. You secretly took the family's money to buy drinks for the ladies."

"...Child, the truth is, you're a necromancer."

Dickens: "I kno... Wait, I really didn't know that. Hold on, me? A necromancer?"

Later, a "druid" appeared in Klein Village who liked recommending farming to necromancers.

Dickens: "What's wrong with farming? Once they've grown, plants can become your summons. Isn't that easier than digging up corpses in a graveyard in the middle of the night?"

What? You think farming takes too long?

Come on, buddy, you get what you pay for!

How many fireballs can the corpses you dig up withstand? I'm telling you, all that instant stuff is garbage! Look at the plant guardians I've grown. Even the druids' treants and the forest spirits can't beat them!

These are plant seeds.

I'll be straight with you, brother. A bag of ten seeds costs one gold coin, same price for everyone! It's a far better deal than finding materials and stitching up corpses. Just water them and add fertilizer, and they'll grow!

Huh? You want to grow plants like mine? Sure!

I've got everything you need here: mineral water packed with trace elements, fertilizer to help plants grow strong, music boxes to put them in a good mood, fancy yet practical flowerpots, a three-piece rainmaking and sun-shading set, and even deluxe planting plots with the perfect feng shui...

The necromancer, thoroughly taken in, went home with a bag of seeds.

Teacher: "I told you to buy corpses. Why did you come back with seeds and gardening tools? Are you changing careers and becoming a farmer?"

Necromancer: "A druid sold them to me! He said farming is better than digging up corpses in a graveyard!"

Teacher: "All right, all right! Someone dares to trick my disciple? I'll kick his ass!"

Later on, corpses piled up in the graveyard with no one to collect them. Instead, black-robed figures could always be seen busily working in the terraced fields.

In the distance, a wet-behind-the-ears newcomer strode over and shouted at Dickens, "He's the one who tricked me into farming!"

Dickens: "Well, look at that. Another customer!"

Core message: Get rich through farming.