A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

 Chapter 374 Can I see your butt?

 …

Seemingly aware of Matthew’s movements, Solinka guided softly:

“Follow this forest to the end. Once you find that the leaves start to turn yellow, you have almost entered the area where the Plague Castle is located.”

“Although it is another separate outer plane, it is almost seamlessly connected to the Poison World, and the link is quite stable, so there is no need to worry too much.”

“Kesha is a very good person. She has been since I met her. Haha, I can’t even remember when I met her. Anyway, it wasn’t yesterday..."

 In the chattering sound of the giant trees in the Poison World.

Matthew said goodbye to Solinka and flew deep into the woods on a magic carpet.

Kesha can sense the stone tablet in her luggage, which shows that her mental power is extremely strong.

Coupled with her status as Death's wife, Matthew is particularly attracted to her.

 So he planned to go over and have a look.

If you really can’t, you can turn into a holy deer and be able to run away at any time.

 As a legendary creature, the Holy Deer can't do anything, but its ability to escape is extremely powerful.

Matthew asked himself that as long as he was careful, it shouldn't be a problem.

 The magic carpet flies all the way.

 Three minutes later.

A high platform appeared in front of the woods. The high platform was covered with thick leaves. The leaves turned yellow and black, as if they were infected with a serious disease.

at the same time.

 A dangerous aura surged from the high platform.

Matthew couldn’t help but sneeze immediately!

"Okay, don't come here. If you come near me again, I'll worry about you getting sick."

Kesha’s voice came from the high platform.

Matthew raised the flying height of the magic carpet, and vaguely saw a castle hidden in the yellow leaf forest.

The architectural style of the castle is quite strange, and Matthew has never seen it in Irondor.

 The high platform seems to be part of the castle, an extension of the city wall.

 Matthew stretched his neck.

Soon I saw a building between a pavilion and a watchtower on the high platform.

 The building has thick wooden floors.

 A female figure is kneeling on a wooden board, with her back to Matthew. There is a Soviet-style screen behind her and some bamboo curtains hanging in front of her.

 Even with these obstructions.

  Matthew can also clearly see her exaggerated pear-shaped figure.

 He immediately looked away.

 “Just throw the slate over.”

Kesha’s voice is quite gentle.

Her request seemed a bit excessive, but after Matthew thought about it, the most important thing about this thing was the content above, and he had made several copies of the content, so even if it was lost, there would not be much loss.

 If the other party is the wife of the God of Death.

 Maybe I can get something out of her mouth.

So he used the Claw of Esdrael to send the stone tablet of Macbaron over.

 Stone slabs floated from the air into the pavilion.

from this angle.

Matthew could only see Kesha holding the slate in her arms, seemingly looking at it immersedly.

 The two fell into a long silence.

 “Aren’t you afraid that I will take it away?”

 Suddenly, Kesha spoke.

 There was a hint of strange emotion in her voice.

 Matthew smiled:

 “This is just a copy.”

What Viscount Fan gave him was originally a copy, and the real Maibalon Slate is still in Viscount Fan's warehouse.

Kesha snorted softly, and immediately her tone contained a strong sense of vicissitudes of life:

“I still remember when he was just born, he kept smiling at me as soon as he landed.

 But in an instant he went crazy.

Those things that are so vivid in my mind seem to have happened yesterday.

 But I know it very clearly.

Even hundreds of years have passed since he went mad.

 When my perception and reason conflict with each other, which one is true? "

Matthew was silent about this.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or not, but he recently met a lot of immortals who wanted to express their feelings and reason to him.

He could indeed feel the sense of change in Kesha's tone.

 But he is not a real immortal species after all.

 He can empathize with his imagination, but in the end there is no way to truly empathize.

 “I’ve never met it, I don’t know.”

 Matthew answered honestly.

"hehe…"

Kesha chuckled, her laughter as sweet as a silver bell.

 Then she slowly turned around.

Matthew finally saw her face clearly at this moment—

 Compared with the figure that has great visual impact.

Kesha’s face is completely devastated!

Her face was covered with hideous scars, like seven or eight tangled centipedes!

at the same time.

Matthew also noticed that when she was making movements, a burst of yellow light flashed across her body. Those yellow lights were like chains, trapping her somewhere!

 “What are you...?”

 Matthew looked at Kesha with some surprise.

Kesha’s eyes were full of calm:

“The God of Death predicted that his end was approaching and he might fall.”

"In order to prevent me from having **** with others after His death, He locked me here thirty years in advance and completely disfigured me. I have been living alone in the castle for many years, never meeting anyone, until today."

Matthew looked solemn and lowered his head slightly:

  “Sorry to hear such news.”

Kesha shook her head:

 “There’s nothing to be sorry for, it’s not your fault.”

“As for Death, I think he was right to worry, but it was too late—because before he locked me up and disfigured me, I had numerous affairs with other people.”

“At that time, the secret garden of Hathor, the ancient beauty god, was still there. Haha, it was such a crazy time..."

 Looking at the light in Kesha's eyes.

 Matthew's facial muscles twitched slightly.

 He didn't know what to say.

“He knew I would not die, so he built a cemetery here and ordered me to clean it for him all the time.”

"If I can't do it, a swarm of terrible insects will crawl out of the cemetery and bite my soul. The pain - just one bite from a mortal will be shattered!"

Keisha softly told her story.

Matthew showed sympathy on his face:

“Then do you have to visit the grave every day?”

Kesha nodded:

"Roughly the same."

“Occasionally I deliberately don’t scan because it’s been quiet for too long. Sometimes I have hallucinations and doubt whether I really exist.”

“If I am bitten by an insect at this time, the pain will be painful, but it will also remind me that I am still alive.”

Such a familiar foreshadowing rhythm.

Matthew always felt that the other person’s next sentence was to entrust him to help her leave.

 So he simply asked directly:

 “Is there any way I can get you out of here?”

　　Unexpectedly, Kesha actually shook her head: 　　　“I don’t know.”

 “There should be nothing you can do about it, I don’t care anymore.”

 Matthew’s eyes flashed with surprise.

Kesha’s eyes seemed to penetrate his heart, and she whispered:

“Don’t worry, I have no intention of entrusting you with anything.”

“It’s just that someone happened to come over and I wanted to chat with you to relieve my boredom.”

"And you have already been burdened with too much fate. Even if I desperately try to get in on you, it will be difficult to really gain anything, not to mention that I am absolutely unwilling to do so."

 “You will definitely be very tired in the future.”

Do not know why.

Matthew actually felt a strong sense of pity from the other party.

 “Carrying fate?”

 Matthew didn’t understand what it meant.

Kesha’s eyes became gentler:

"Yes."

“Everyone who comes into this world is initially a drag and responsibility of others.”

“But as you continue to grow, the predetermined responsibilities in your destiny will come to you one after another.”

“It may be the expectations of your parents when you were young, it may be the wishes of your spouse as an adult, or it may be the future of your children after having children.”

"Those tedious things, livelihood, career, dreams... they are imposed on you one after another, either voluntarily or coercively, and they will always weigh you down and make you breathless."

“By the time you recover, you may not be far from death.”

“The vast majority of living beings are like this, and you mages are no exception.”

 Matthew said nothing.

Kesha seemed to always be able to capture what was in his heart:

“The alliance’s divine mages are powerful enough, right?”

 “But they also have the same life of hard work!”

"Isabel, Linde, Suriel, Wuming, none of them can transcend!"

"For them, the entire world of Irondor is a huge cage. The more powerful the person, the more they will feel the suffocation coming towards them. This is actually a fact that is difficult for them to accept - "

“The land that once gave birth to you and raised you has now become your bondage.”

“Those extremely powerful creatures in our eyes—whether they are mages or gods, they are like balloons in a cage, growing bigger and bigger as their power expands..."

 “But the cage is always there.”

“The ending of those balloons is either to flourish and then fail, or to collapse suddenly. Throughout the ages, almost without exception.”

“And you, a foreigner who is supposed to be free and easy, have gone down the same boring path as the aborigines. Don’t you feel a little sad?”

Matthew suddenly raised his head and stared at Kesha seriously:

"who are you?"

Kesha smiled softly, her expression looked ugly, but the strange thing was that Matthew could really feel a warm smile deep in his heart:

 “I am the wife of Death.”

 “Of course, I had other identities before this.”

“I think you have probably heard of the **** meteor incident.”

“And I am the **** from another world that you call coming here on a **** meteor…”

 Thongluo God System!

Matthew’s pupils narrowed.

I didn’t expect that Kesha, the Plague Daughter, is the same as the Evil Queen Barbassa, an outside **** of the Thongluo pantheon!

 “Are you the culprit who destroyed the Eastern Continent and the Soviet Union?”

Matthew asked.

Kesha seemed a little aggrieved in her eyes:

“Your people called me here.”

Matthew was speechless:

 “The devil did it.”

Kesha immediately asked:

“Aren’t the devils one of your own?”

This time I couldn’t ask Matthew any more questions.

This issue is a bit complicated.

  But from the perspective of gods from other worlds, demons do have serious local residence registration in Irondor...

 “Did you become Death’s wife after that defeat?”

 Matthew understood.

Kesha nodded:

"After the defeat, I should have died like everyone else, but the God of Death coveted my body and spared me against all odds, and then I became his nominal wife."

Matthew said silently:

 “It seems that He still liked you.”

Kesha shook her head:

 “No, at first he just wanted to eat me.”

“The God of Death is a lunatic with a strong obsession with eternal life. He knew that Irondor’s death priesthood could not give him true immortality, so he frantically searched for a way to truly live forever.”

“Our God Thongluo is born with the ability to live forever, so he plans to eat me directly to see if he can also achieve eternal life.”

 Can you even treat cannibalism so lightly?

 He is indeed a God!

Matthew was sweating in his heart:

“But then He must have failed, right?”

Kesha nodded:

“Although He was crazy, He also knew moderation. He knew that if He ate me whole in one breath, it might trigger the collapse of His kingdom, so He only ate some of my organs and internal organs.”

  "Including my purple palace."

 Matthew clenched his hands into fists, the veins on the backs of his hands were exposed, trying not to look like he had never seen the world...

 But how can we bear this kind of thing!

His eyes widened in disbelief:

"Then what?"

Kesha said calmly:

“Then my organs took root in him, but unfortunately he did not achieve eternal life through this.”

“The good news is that she became pregnant, and three years later she gave birth to our child Macbalon.”

"You may find it unreasonable. Macbaron came out of the body of the God of Death, so why is he considered my child?"

 “But I insist that he is.”

"Because the God of Death used my purple palace... and other organs when he gave birth to him."

Can it explode a little more? !

 Matthew has started pulling out his hair.

“It is precisely because of this twists and turns and bizarre birth experience that the child is destined to become a true legend when he is born.”

　　When mentioning Maibaron, Kesha's eyes were full of tenderness.

Matthew sighed:

 “Why are you telling me this?”

“I wish I had ears that haven’t heard these stories.”

Kesha looked at him tenderly:

“Because I have been praying for Macbalon from the moment he was born.”

"I'm worried that if he grows up next to death, he will become a pervert like his father."

“So when he was three months old, I took advantage of Death’s absence and left home to say goodbye to my child.”

"Then I secretly used the remaining divine power to use the secret method of Tongluo God System to extract Maibalon's soul from his body, and then exchanged it with a random alien soul."

“What happened later was indeed not what I expected. The unlucky alien soul replaced my child and became the second son of the God of Death. He was eventually tortured by his father until he went crazy..."

 Hear this.

Matthew suddenly felt something was wrong.

 “I believe that my real child will live well in another world.”

“But for so many years, I have dreamed of seeing him again, even if I can only see him once again.”

Kesha looked at Matthew very affectionately, and her voice became a little trembling:

"child…"

 “You can turn around.”

 “Let me see your ass?”

 …

   I had insomnia yesterday and was in a bad state. Please reduce the number of words, okay?

 (End of this chapter)