Chapter 1992: 574 Death Gods and Fly Catcher_2

Especially targeting the fairies.

In history.

Many races, including humans, have developed an indescribable infatuation with these mini yet beautiful, dangerous yet enticing creatures known as fairies.

During the era of the Troll Empire.

It was a point of pride among the empire’s elite to have fairy pets and fairy statues at home.

However, due to the trolls’ large size, particularly when compared to the fairies’ tiny and delicate form, catching them bare-handed proved somewhat difficult.

Thus, the giant mages invented the notorious magical artifact known as the Fly Catcher.

The initial Fly Catchers were tailored to the fairies’ size.

But after waves upon waves of fairy capturing sprees.

Alchemists or mages from different races continuously improved the Fly Catcher’s manufacturing techniques.

By the Age of Enlightenment.

The Fly Catchers had almost become the nemesis of fairies.

All of the fairies’ spells were rendered ineffective against high-level Fly Catchers.

That period was the darkest for the fairies.

Most of them could only shrink back into the core areas of the Arcane Wilderness, avoiding even some Demiplanes or Secondary Planes.

Until later.

When the Calamity Mage emerged, banished the Heavenly Family Palace, and the gods most eager to enslave the fairies lost their influence in the mortal world.

At the same time.

Under the leadership of influential forces like the Feast Sect Lodge in the Arcane Wilderness.

The fairies cooperated with the Seven Saint Alliance.

In one fell swoop, they destroyed all the Fly Catchers available in Aindor at the time!

And it was explicitly decreed that Alliance Wizards were not to arbitrarily capture fairies.

After that, the fairies’ ecology improved, and they gradually began returning to the stage of the material world.

This is also why forces like the Feast Sect Lodge maintain good relations with the Alliance to this day.

“As far as I know, both the production method and blueprints for the Fly Catchers have been destroyed. Even if they exist, they would be kept only in the secret files of the Seven Saint Alliance; where did the Crow Demonic Domain get blueprints to make these things?”

Matthew instantly thought of a crucial point.

Pierre sighed:

“Besides Storluk Industries, the Clockwise Snake also maintains close collaborative relationships with many other forces.”

“Some of which originate from the earliest sources of the Fly Catchers…”

Matthew’s eyes shifted:

“Troll Kingdom?”

“Armor City?”

Pierre merely nodded, not daring to continue.

Matthew couldn’t help but touch his chin.

This Clockwise Snake has some capabilities; their associates are no ordinary beings.

Storluk Industries needs no further mention.

The Troll Kingdom has also emerged as a new power in Aindor in the past half year.

Unfortunately, every time Matthew went to the Northland, he headed east and never neared the Helen Mountains. Otherwise, he would have liked to see how similar the resurrected Troll Kingdom is to the once-glorious Empire!

“The Troll Kingdom resuming the production of Fly Catchers probably isn’t just to catch a few stray fairies, right?”

Matthew fixed his gaze intently on Pierre:

“Did Felicity want you to use the Fly Catchers to catch some fairies on the way back?”

Pierre admitted once again.

Then, with a face full of apprehension, he pointed behind him at a few white paper boats slowly drifting down from the upper stream of the River Styx.

Among them were several little fairies!

Lulu was so furious she ground her teeth.

She wanted to rush back to the River Styx and bring up the souls of those fairies on the spot.

Fortunately, Matthew stopped her in time.

“I’m sorry…”

“After catching three little fairies, I secretly destroyed the Fly Catcher. I tried my best…”

Pierre’s eyes were filled with shame.

Matthew could feel the sincerity and helplessness in the other.

So he patted him on the shoulder, maintaining a serious tone:

“These Netherworld Soldiers have taken away so many souls that shouldn’t have died; I can’t let them go.”

“Including the souls on the River Styx, I won’t let them go to the Snake Mountain Demon Domain either.”

As he spoke.

He dropped the Lost Lantern back on the riverbank.

Matthew recited a few incantations.

The lantern instantly became enormous.

It stood on the riverbank like a lighthouse guiding the way.

Under the guidance of the light.

The majority of the ghosts suddenly seemed full of life.

They stared blankly in the direction of the lighthouse, and the white paper boats beneath them began to drift towards the shore.

Afterward, the souls gradually disembarked.

Matthew guided them up the hill.

There.

He skillfully set up gravestones, one after another.

These gravestones could nourish and protect the souls.

Matthew used the Lost Lantern to guide these souls, which originally belonged to the living, into the gravestones.

Then temporarily sealed them there.

“For now, it’s like this.”

He said to Pierre:

“Stay here and protect the safety of these souls. When I return, we’ll decide your next steps.”

“I can provide a safe place for these souls.”

“As for you…”

“You can choose where to go yourself—for convenience, if you need to fool the Serpent of the Bell, just say that the person who robbed you was Matthew.”

Pierre nodded with a complex look in his eyes:

“I’ve heard of your name. They say you’re a close friend of Viscount Fan, so intercepting these souls seems reasonable.”

Matthew reminded him a few more things.

Then prepared to leave.

But just at that moment, Pierre suddenly exclaimed:

“Mr. Matthew, when you said to provide these innocent souls a place to stay, you weren’t referring to the Crow Demonic Domain, were you?”

Matthew asked back:

“What are you trying to say?”

Pierre gritted his teeth:

“As far as I know, souls sent to the Crow Demonic Domain end up as mere cannon fodder. Their situation might be slightly better compared to the Snake Mountain Demonic Domain, but not by much…”

“Maybe Viscount Fan is your friend, and your reputation in the Netherworld is much better than the Serpent of the Bell, but… facts are facts.”

“Innocent lower-level souls can only become sacrifices in this Netherworld War, no matter which side they choose.”

Matthew nodded gently:

“Thank you for the reminder.”

“But I actually wasn’t planning to send them to Viscount Fan. I do have an agreement with him, but that’s about the souls of the deceased. The souls of the living are not in this agreement, you can be assured.”

Pierre breathed a sigh of relief:

“Thank you.”

Matthew nodded.

Then turned and left.

Along the way.

Lulu whispered in his ear:

“Are you really leaving him here so assuredly?”

“And those souls within the gravestones, they are the souls of the living, and with the gravestones supporting them, their thoughts become much clearer and they form their own ideas…”

“Aren’t you afraid they’ll just slip away?”

Matthew gave her a strange look:

“If they sneak away, that’s their loss, not mine.”

Lulu was surprised and said:

“But aren’t you a necromancer?”

“The souls of the living should be extremely valuable to you, shouldn’t they?”

“The grass spirits often say that a necromancer seeing a soul is like a wild dog seeing a bone… Ah, oops, sorry, I didn’t mean to target you, Matthew.”

Matthew found it even weirder:

“Is this your first day knowing me?”

He looked at Lulu.

The latter had an innocent look.

For a long moment.

She suddenly burst into a playful laugh:

“Who told you to scare me just now!”

Matthew then realized—

This little one was pretending to unintentionally mock him, just to pay him back for deliberately making her confront the Netherworld soldiers earlier!

“The nature of fairies is indeed mischievous!”

“Even the normally shy Lulu is no exception; she starts acting out once familiar!”

Matthew chased after Lulu, playfully hitting her along the way.

The two of them laughed and teased each other as they reached the top of the hill.

There.

They jointly lifted a heavy curtain.

And flew into the space behind the curtain.

In just an instant.

The lively sounds of a marketplace suddenly filled their ears!

And then.

A series of scenes like those in an oil painting came into view—

Neat and clean wooden houses stood on either side of the road.

A Great Fairy frantically pushed a cart loaded with apples, taller than himself, rushing past the road.

A flutist dressed in seven-colored silk walked as he played.

Following him were hundreds of colorful snakes and even more fairies!

Not far away in the square, portals appeared from time to time.

Travelers, merchants, mages, and wanderers, dressed in all sorts of clothes, emerged from the portals, quickly blending into the town’s atmosphere.

It seemed like many more people were rushing over from other places.

Matthew stepped firmly on the solid floor.

The next moment.

A voice sounded by his ear:

“Feast Sect Lodge is giving out free food at the cathedral!”

“Everyone hurry up and go!”

“There won’t be any left if you’re late!”

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