Chapter 1922 - A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1922: 541 War King … Soon. Matthew’s spell signal was effectively confirmed and responded to. This meant that all three wanderers were ready for the theft. Matthew controlled his slightly excited emotions. Then, they moved a significant distance down the corridor. By this point, Matthew further confirmed Glasia’s presence. “It’s definitely her.” “Speaking of which, does Glasia often come to Deep Black Castle?” He inquired about the specifics from Mrs. Wolf. A flash of embarrassment crossed Mrs. Wolf’s face, but she quickly responded: “As far as I know, it’s not common.” “Although the Phantom Baron tries his best to please that woman, she has too many male concubines under her command; it’s impossible for her to care for each and every one of them.” “Moreover, whenever she comes to Shadow Rift Valley, she would stay in Extreme Bliss Manor. I think the importance of the Barthor Skull in the manor exceeds the importance of the Baron himself in her eyes.” “Of course, sometimes they’d indulge in war and sex, you know, demons are a type of evil creatures, their orderliness is merely a disguise for their evil nature.” “In terms of desires, they seem to be both temperate and indulgent, numb and perverted, especially lust demons who inherently play with others’ desires for nourishment. Their demands from partners can be terribly intense; there were often rumors in the early days of Demoness of Desire ruling the Barthor Purgatory, about how certain lords were sucked dry by her, until things eventually improved…” Matthew said in surprise: “So you mean to say the Demoness of Desire later learned to be more moderate?” Mrs. Wolf shook her head: “I don’t think so.” “It’s more likely that she thereafter gained the experience to nip such rumors in the bud…” Matthew shrugged his shoulders. What Mrs. Wolf was saying seemed reasonable. “Anyway, the Demoness of Desire is an extremely promiscuous creature, yet shrewd and cunning.” “The reason she values the Phantom Baron, apart from his talent in governing the territory, is also greatly related to the fact that Shadow Demons can become immune to her lethal demands in bed.” Mrs. Wolf continued to rant about the vile history of that couple: “Whenever it comes to crucial moments, Shadow Demons are able to partially shadowify their bodies, avoiding being drained… while also conserving strength for the next fierce onslaught…” Matthew had an odd expression: “How do you know all this in such detail?” A deeper shade of shame flushed over Mrs. Wolf’s face: “When I was first imprisoned, the Phantom Baron often visited me. Each time he did, he would vividly describe the details of his union with that woman right in front of me.” “I think this was not just a humiliation but also a guide filled with sinister intent.” “In truth, I also know that the Phantom Baron didn’t kill me partly because he was wary of my teacher, and on the other hand, because he coveted the natural dreamland I possessed.” “He probably wanted to obtain more from me. Unfortunately, I was on guard afterward, and he never succeeded again, and then his visits became less frequent…” After listening, Matthew pondered and said: “Based on your description, your relationship with the Phantom Baron doesn’t seem to have been particularly close.” Mrs. Wolf said shyly: “Of course.” “I’m just a Nature Soul, and even if I could possess a body in the material world, it would still be that of a delicate wolf; I couldn’t possibly have any sort of relations with him, right?” “I naively thought that he was the same person I saw during the healing period, so I helped him unreservedly.” “Who knew the Shadow Demon could be so evil, greedy, and shameless!” “Now, in hindsight, I was probably just too lonely at the time, alas… Just my bad luck, and I blame myself for being too naive…” Then, she couldn’t help but curse the Phantom Baron for a long time. While Matthew whispered to Mrs. Wolf, comforting her and persuading her to accept his proposal, he used the Gift of Nature to further pinpoint the exact location of Rheager’s soul. This was not a difficult task. The guidance from the Blood River Will was intense and clear. Matthew could even faintly smell the perfume of the Demoness of Desire through this sensory guidance! This, however, made Matthew more vigilant. For a moment, he even suspected that this was a trap deliberately set by the Blood River Will, designed to lure him in. A rash move on his part might lead to an ambush by Glasia and other Devil Lords. But soon, Matthew gradually dismissed such concerns— The Blood River Will certainly had the ability to do so. But if it truly wished to act in such a way, it could have set up an ambush at any of the more hostile environments right after Matthew had entered the purgatory or shortly thereafter. Like the River of Silver, or the Wind-Supporting Slope. In comparison, the Phantom Baron’s castle, while having certain locational advantages, lacked the plane-level law suppression and targeting. It would be easier for Matthew to escape. “Ever since I entered purgatory, the Blood River Will has shown goodwill a few times; what does it want to obtain from me?” “Glasia is also favored by the Blood River Will; otherwise, she couldn’t have secured her position as the Demoness of Desire, nor would there have been a story of the planetary defense war. Under normal circumstances, between her and me, the Blood River Will would almost inevitably choose her…” Matthew’s mind was spinning rapidly. He quickly sorted out two strategies for confronting Glasia— Firstly, the Blood River Will was unlikely to kill him at that moment, most likely because he held some invisible value to the purgatory.