A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 419: Midsummer Night and Adventure

Chapter 419 Midsummer Night and Adventure

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　　Matthew did not answer Ocedro directly.

Instead, his soul was transferred from the soul cage to the demiplane.

He said to Otsidero:

“Before going to the void world, you must work for me.”

"The responsibility I have temporarily given you is to take care of this demiplane for me. Your job content is mainly to use various means to build this demiplane into what I imagined. If you work well in this position , I will leave the more important work to you next.”

Osedro was not dissatisfied.

He knew very well that he did not have Matthew's complete trust, and his current situation could be considered extremely good compared to being in a state of despair.

So he nodded and said:

“It’s a great honor.”

Matthew immediately explained some basic information about his demiplane.

He also listed the goals he wanted and certain resource support for him.

As for whether Osedro can fulfill Matthew's request.

It depends on whether this former abyss mage is capable enough.

“When this matter is finished, I will find you a new body as soon as possible.”

“You can make do with this zombie’s body first.”

　　Matthew transferred his soul into the body of a soulless zombie.

As for Osedro’s original body.

Matthew is not going to hand it back to him yet—

The seeds split from the Void Brand can certainly control it completely.

But there is also the risk of the other party suddenly self-destructing.

Matthew plans to observe Ocedro for a while.

Then he asked about the situation of the demon army.

Osedro knows everything he knows and says everything he knows.

Matthew learned a lot of important information from him, which made him more confident about the next war with the demons.

After leaving the demiplane.

Matthew’s calm and calm expression slowly disappeared.

His face became solemn and serious.

Ocedro's words still echoed in his ears.

Long time.

Matthew let out a long breath.

indeed.

Not every mage is confident that he can achieve transcendence.

What the other person says is very likely to become reality.

Being part of an alliance.

Matthew understands the nature of mages better than Ocedro—

Not an exaggeration.

If all the external enemies are destroyed, then the alliance will be full of enemies!

Even the top divine mages have many records of fighting with each other.

Isabel fought with Wu Ming, and in earlier times it is said that she also fought with Lind;

Suriel seems to be indifferent to the world, but the guardians from all directions are quite critical of her for doing business on her own territory;

Not to mention Ekmund, most of the bad things done by the Dragon Cult must be remembered on his head;

Ever since he gradually understood the experiences of the legendary mages.

He then truly realized that "no legendary mage is clean."

Supernatural power distorts personality and morality.

Interests and positions override justice.

Or.

Matthew has a hard time finding the so-called justice in the world of Irondor.

It’s good to be able to maintain basic order!

And now.

He is at the cusp of a storm.

The order established by the Scourge Mage is completely disintegrating.

A new order has not yet been formed.

No one knows what the world will be like tomorrow.

“It wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing if Terraste and Eisner succeeded.”

“The gods of law will abandon most of humanity. They must strictly abide by the laws they have drawn up. Although these laws may not be correct, they can definitely bring order, even an evil order.”

“From the perspective of plane science, these creatures who were originally from the outer plane have become the law gods of the material world, which means that the power to stabilize the main material world has become more powerful, which can also reduce the impact of odd celestial changes.”

“Whether they are demons or elves, as long as they sit in that position, they will become the patron saint of the continent of Irondor. Even if it is for their own benefit, they will do their best to protect the world.”

“The only one unhappy is the Alliance...”

“But all of them have entered a historical world that has disappeared, and no high-ranking legend is willing to stay and protect this world, which shows that this is also the alliance’s own choice.”

not to mention.

As Matthew just thought, the alliance itself is not clean either.

Think of this.

Matthew’s lips couldn’t help but reveal a wry smile:

“I’m not so clean myself…”

“I was so resistant to the bloodline of the void at first, but before I knew it, I had begun to enjoy the benefits of the bloodline of the void.”

"So ordinary people living in the extraordinary world are really miserable..."

He stood on the top of the cemetery and slowly looked back.

The darkest part of Rolling Stone.

Only some lights can be seen vaguely on the city wall and the main city area in the distance where a large number of civilians live.

Matthew looked eastward again.

There, the woods are one after another, forming a sea of trees.

Even at night.

The world tree Bogaard also emits a faint light to guide the lost passers-by.

Patches of dandelions flew by under the moonlight.

The picture is beautiful.

And the cemetery was even more peaceful.

Occasionally, you can see some banshees and nocturnal zombies, but their footsteps are light and they will not disturb each other. They are just doing their own things, as if two parallel lines will never intersect.

Matthew’s pupils gradually focused:

"In the final analysis, I am just a less extreme necromancer. I have some strength, but it is far from the point where I can have an impact on the pattern of this world."

“All I can do is protect the land from war and protect my friends.”

“As for the fate of the world—that’s what the big guys have to do. I’m not qualified, so why worry about it?”

“Eisner, Phantom Dragon, Terraste...they do whatever they like!”

“As long as you don’t offend me, what does it have to do with me?”

“The elves want to die, but what the **** does it have to do with me?”

He thought as if venting his anger.

Even couldn't help but kick a piece of gravel at his feet.

boom!

The stone hit the tombstone not far away, making a crisp and sudden sound.

A few seconds later.

Clear footsteps came from behind:

“You look like you’re preoccupied. That’s not like the Matthew I know.”

Matthew slowly turned around, a forced smile on his face.

He said to Sif:

“What kind of Matthew do you know?”

Tonight, Sif was wearing a white dress that still had a girlish feel. Apart from some small yellow flowers, the only embellishments on the dress were some silver lace and beautiful pleats.

Her hair falls naturally from both sides, and her face is delicate and beautiful, giving Matthew a feeling of going back to the past.

"clever."

"confidence."

"nice."

“Decisive.”

“Always busy, but not like a headless fly, but having a goal and then working towards that goal persistently.”

“I don’t know what that goal is, but I know it exists.”

With a smile on her face, Sif walked up to Matthew with graceful steps.

The two of them were very close to each other.

When she raised her head, she almost hit Matthew's chin.

"Yeah?"

Matthew did not retreat.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, and he said seriously:

"do you know?"

“People are always full of illusions of one kind or another. People always stubbornly believe that someone is who they imagine, but in fact it may be quite different.”

"Those you see...may be the illusory me, or maybe they are just fragments of me. They are neither the whole me nor the real me."

“Many people mistake these illusions for love.”

Sif’s expression remained unchanged. She stood on tiptoes and hummed softly:

"I know."

“You rejected Biana with words like this.”

Matthew looked at her deeply.

Don't wait for him to speak.

Sif suddenly smiled and said:

“I encouraged her to do this!”

“Because I know you will definitely reject her!”

Matthew asked:

“Why do you do this?”

Sif replied generously:

“It’s just a little girl’s possessiveness.”

“I don’t like that she likes you. I hope she can get rid of that idea as soon as possible, so I did it.”

“Looking now, I was really naive at the time, and I felt guilty afterwards. If I were to do it now, I definitely wouldn’t have done that.”

Matthew smiled:

“If it were now, would you threaten her directly and tell her to get away?”

Sif stared unconvincingly with her big round eyes:

“Am I that violent in your eyes?”

Matthew shrugged.

Sif smiled and said:

“I’ll probably show her the fire from hell.”

Matthew showed a true expression, and then asked curiously:

"Speaking of which, after releasing the flames of **** for the second time, you didn't seem to have passed out, and your physical condition was okay?"

Sif nodded:

“There will always be progress!”

“I also practice very hard in private.”

Matthew reminded:

“Just practice appropriately, don’t overdo it.”

“The blood of Baator is very unstable. It can bring you strength, but it may also have other side effects. In short, it is a double-edged sword. You must always be careful.”

Sif stretched out her little hands, put her arms around Matthew's waist and hugged him. Her expression was very innocent, like an innocent girl:

“It sounds like you care about my health?”

“Why not care more deeply?”

Feel the girl’s body fragrance.

Matthew looked down at her, and then couldn't help but blink:

“Do you need stimulation now?”

Sif bit her lower lip and her voice trembled slightly:

"you guess?"

She hugged Matthew tightly, her eyes filled with mist, looking blurry and dreamy in the moonlight.

Matthew looked at her for a long time.

Then he subconsciously pushed her hands away:

“Okay, no more joking.”

“Honestly, I’m facing a tough decision right now, and as you can tell earlier, I’m a little confused.”

“I think I need to calm down and think about what to do next...”

However, he failed to untie the girl's tightly bound hands.

The next second.

He looked up and saw a pair of eyes filled with shame and anger.

She cursed through gritted teeth in a suppressed and angry tone:

“Matthew, you are such a coward!”

“You always have to be fully prepared to do what you want to do, right?”

“Can’t you tolerate any adventure or accident in your life?”

“Are you afraid of being rejected by me?”

“Still worried that Rhaegar is nearby?”

“Your reaction is obviously very strong…”

“Why do you always have to suppress your desires? Why can’t you face your heart?”

“Even if you fall in love with a woman, do you still have to write an application report to her, and then write a process plan after obtaining the other party’s permission?”

“What are you hiding from?”

"What are you afraid of?!"

"ah?!"

Her voice trembled violently.

that moment.

Matthew could feel the burning power coming from his chest and lower back.

Sif's eyes were filled with fire, and her body was also burning with black flames.

The weird thing is.

The flames burned Matthew, but did not harm him. Instead, they enveloped his body with all their strength.

He felt warm and hot all over.

His inner irritability, restlessness, confusion, escape and other emotions were all ignited in an instant.

Like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting—

He picked up Sif by the waist, and then put her on his shoulder with one hand.

Sif screamed, then slapped his shoulders and back hard:

“Put me down!”

But Matthew knew it very well.

She did not exert any force, otherwise it would not be possible to have such strength of struggle.

There is fire in his heart.

The arms holding the girl's waist involuntarily increased their strength.

Matthew just carried Sif away from the top of the mountain without saying a word, all the way to the small dark room.

boom!

The door to the small dark room was closed.

The battlefield came to the hard wooden bed.

In the dark.

The fragrance and the smell of sweat were mixed together, and the sound of breathing and heartbeat became muddy.

The sound of tearing textiles and low exclamations scared away the mice hiding in the corner.

The difficult struggle lasted for a long time, but the beginning of the battle was blocked due to the stubborn resistance of one party.

Long time.

Sweating profusely, he said angrily:

"What are you doing?"

Sif’s voice was not as majestic as before, but full of pleading:

“I...I’m a little scared.”

“You, let me go—”

“Let me come, okay?”

Her voice was weak, like a panicked little beast hiding in its lair and looking uneasily at the probing predator.

She tried hard to change their positions, and then tried her best to relax her body.

However, her efforts were ruthlessly destroyed just halfway!

"ah?!"

Sif's panicked voice sounded in the darkness, as if she had returned to the previous predicament.

The little beast prayed anxiously:

“Just listen to me once, okay?”

"not good."

The predator replied forcefully.

"Why?"

The little beast replied desperately.

“I want to be on top…”

The predator destroyed the nest in a brutal manner.

"ah-!"

Streams break their banks and earthworms loosen the soil.

Geckos climb the rock walls, and nightingales sleep in the trees.

This is destined to be a long night.

…

The small black room is not far away.

The bonfire reflects the faces of the middle-aged man and the minotaur skeleton sitting nearby.

The former smoked his cigar in silence;

The latter also took out a cigarette from the other party's open cigarette case, lit it with a bonfire and started puffing away:

"very nice."

“I mean, it’s nice to be an immortal and smoke without fear of lung damage. What do you think, Rhaegar?”

Rhaegar made no sound.

Peggy blew out a smoke ring, and then patted Rhaegar on the shoulder:

“Look at it, there will always be a day like this.”

“And don’t worry, I will be responsible.”

Hear this.

Rhaegar couldn’t help but cough violently, and then he glared at Paige:

“What nonsense are you talking about!?”

Peggy crossed her legs while smoking a cigar:

“Matthew is mine, and so is Sif, and now we are all family.”

“According to human terms, we are already married.”

“Don’t look at me like that, Rhaegar, can’t you be more mature? Maybe next year I’ll be a grandpa…”

Rhaegar's forehead was throbbing with veins, and the cigar ashes on his hand were shaking frantically.

“So will it be a boy or a girl?”

“What are their names?”

Peggy’s voice was a little distressed:

“The current Rolling Stone City is not qualified enough for Matthew to marry into his wife, right? You have to add the Blood Banner Kingdom to be eligible, otherwise I can’t share your Blood Banner surname..."

“Then it has to be named after Matthew...wait a minute, what is Matthew’s last name? Why don’t I remember it?”

“Forget it, why don’t you just give me your last name?”

“In my previous life, I belonged to the Spring Thunder Tribe of the Tauren clan. Today happens to be Midsummer Night, so the babies born, regardless of gender, will be called Midsummer Night Spring Thunder. How about that?”

“Hey, hey, hey...”

“If you don’t like the name, we can discuss it. Don’t take out the knife, my dear…”

…

The next morning.

The refreshed Matthew stood on the top of the cemetery and looked out.

The demon army that was still stationed near the North Trading Post yesterday is now gone.

Even the portal to Resting Wasteland has disappeared.

According to the report of the mages who were tracking the demons last night, they withdrew further north overnight—

That's the direction of Strom.

Matthew immediately sent a message to Hood.

Then he found Sif who was busy with Paige in the kitchen:

“Well, I might have to leave for a while.”