Chapter 231
Ghost Duke picked up a mushroom, held it in his hand, and looked at it hesitantly.
As a good young person of the new century who has gone through nine years of compulsory education and has always been guided by correct values,
He came to a conclusion.
It would be a miracle if this stuff was edible; its vibrant color makes it look like you could see hell if you took a bite.
“Speaking of which, you really are…” Ghost Duke wanted to say whether this thing should be picked out, then turned his head to look at the various mushrooms, which were even more beautiful and competitive, taking a bath in the burning iron pot on the ground.
Ghost Duke closed his eyes, hesitated for a long time, and then looked at the pot.
Imagining mushrooms as cute girls is quite enjoyable.
It's just a poisonous mushroom. You're not afraid of having your kidneys cut off, why would you be afraid of a mere mushroom? What a fuss.
He threw the mushrooms into the pot and sprinkled salt on them.
"There's nothing special to offer. The only crop that can be grown here is this kind of mushroom."
"Where should I even begin to complain? Let's not even talk about whether mushrooms are crops or not... This lovely girl, these are poisonous mushrooms! Aren't you afraid that some strange toxins inside might lead to some kind of doujinshi plot?" Ghost Duke casually uttered dirty jokes that only he could understand.
“If you’re worried about poisoning, I’ve seen you have your intestines removed. If you survived that, then it’s fine.” Bai hesitated for a moment while holding the mushroom with a wooden skewer before saying, “But it’s true that humans can’t eat this kind of thing. As a demon, I can find a way to neutralize the toxins. However, this thing has absorbed a lot of magic power and holy magic, and there are indeed some things in it that are quite troublesome for me.”
"I was just thinking of complaining about this thing that can scream and bite. Can it really be considered a mushroom?" Ghost Duke hesitated as he looked at the twisted thing in his hand, thinking that it must be a tormented soul growing in hell.
They are preparing lunch here, and this is Xiaobai's place. Relatively speaking, compared to the flower field outside, it is not so bad that a normal person would not be able to survive even a moment.
The food options for Xiaobai here are limited, and one of them might be mushrooms.
The benevolent woman said that Ghost Duke was a good cook, so she lent Ghost Duke to her.
Despite saying that, Ghost Duke knew very well that his cooking skills were only adequate with a gas stove and oven. He could indeed make some decent Western dishes, but he had to follow a tutorial step by step.
"Speaking of which, I never expected you to work for the Benevolent Ones." Xiaobai squatted on the ground, looking at the burning flames, and said softly, "Shouldn't you hate her to the core?"
"Why?" Ghost Duke asked casually, "Did she do anything to me that she shouldn't have?"
Bai paused for a moment, watching as he carefully lifted the flesh off his arm after cutting it off.
Because of the realm of the benevolent, his own arm could grow back instantly.
Adding the severed arm to lunch after washing it clean is a traditional skill of the servants of the Benevolent Ones, whose bodies heal incredibly quickly. Naturally, there's no need to worry about it being disrupted.
It just looks a little scary.
Ghost Duke carefully processed the edible parts of his arm and placed them into the pot of stewed mushrooms. Then, he sat down next to Xiao Bai, looking completely satisfied.
"That's wonderful! I've wanted this scene for a long time. Sitting by the fireplace with a cute girl, that would be my highlight moment!" Ghost Duke said happily. "Do you have any stories to tell? We need stories for moments like this."
"Why did you become like this?" Bai asked softly.
"Me? There are various reasons, it's a long story, but to put it simply, I've completely given up on pretending and only kept my true self." Ghost Duke casually chatted, "After all, there's no point in me pretending, so I'll just say what I really think. Being true to myself is the state I like best."
"What I mean is, how can you even laugh?"
Why do you think a benevolent person can laugh?
"I have no idea."
"What a coincidence, I didn't know either."
Ghost Duke tilted his head and said, "Maybe it's better to laugh. There's some guy called God somewhere who wants to see us cry. So shouldn't we laugh to mock him? That guy who can decide everything just by sitting in front of a computer, if possible, it would be more appropriate to have him make lunch today."
"Incomprehensible." Bai didn't want to talk to the madman. Talking to a madman for too long could easily turn him into a madman himself.
She suddenly shuddered, her expression turning cold as if she were about to kill someone.
"Wow, the ears of a beast-eared girl really do feel amazing." Ghost Duke's eyes seemed to be shining as he touched the fox ears on the top of Little White's head. "Ah~ So fluffy. Don't worry, I've washed my hands~ Hey, hey, your expression isn't good. Do you want to eat first, take a bath first, or kill me first?"
At times like this, he became even happier spouting nonsense, his laughter as bright as the sunshine.
“I’d like to chop off your hand,” Bai threatened softly, “but I’m worried your blood will stain my clothes.”
"Being a germaphobe is no good, but don't worry, I'll try my best to make sure my blood splatters somewhere else." Ghost Duke's lips curled up wildly: "Good luck, good luck, it's really great that I've managed to survive until now."
Xiao Bai shuddered, and his originally cold expression faltered.
He had the same voice last time, right there in the dungeon, after being cut in half, he was also saying "Good luck, good luck" with a grin.
Do you really think you're lucky?
"Just stating the facts, something good happened, shouldn't I be happy?" Ghost Duke said helplessly, "Sometimes people get used to happiness, so they don't feel grateful for good things. On the contrary, they often sigh and lament because of their bad luck. It's the same principle. Just like when I'm touching the animal-eared girl's ears right now~ Wow, this feel, anime really does live up to its reputation."
"Say one more word and I'll chop off your head."
"Sorry." Ghost Duke withdrew his hand, rested his head on his hand, and watched something that didn't look like a mushroom struggling in the hot water.
Yeah, don't worry about the details. Aren't mushrooms just things that grow legs and can run? They also have eyes and mouths, so it's not strange at all, right?
His mind was a jumble of thoughts, then he pinched it out from behind and put it in his mouth.
It still looks too strange. Oh well, I'd better eat it quickly. If I keep watching, I feel like my values are going to be completely washed away.
......
Benny sat in her room, drew the curtains, and immersed herself in darkness.
It's a little embarrassing to admit, but to be honest, she's terrified of light.
She doesn't know when it started, but she felt unsafe when bathed in light.
It's a strange feeling; perhaps it's a psychological issue. Some experience has left me with psychological trauma.
She sat on the bed, looking at a rabbit sewn from black and white cloth.
It seemed the skeleton was trying to cheer her up by asking her what kinds of things girls like her would like.
And so she got this rabbit.
It's done rather perfunctorily.
As she thought this, she rested her head on her hand and slowly closed her eyes.
Nightmare engulfed her; she stood in the desert, her entire body charred black.
I've had this dream for a long time: there's a desert, stretching as far as the eye can see, and I'm the only person in it.
For no apparent reason, she was burned to a crisp. Her entire body was black, and as she looked up at the sky, she resembled a doll made of black charcoal.
The sunlight is so irritating.
When she opened her eyes again, it was completely dark.
Another half day has probably passed; it's evening now.
I fell asleep again, and then woke up from a nightmare.
She started to feel irritable again; the dazed feeling always made her feel inexplicably angry.
When will this finally end?
I don't know, I can't see.
This kind of life seems to have no end; perhaps she will sleep in her coffin for thousands of years during her endless lifespan.
People who have completely lost their purpose are always like this, like walking corpses.
What should I do next?
She looked at the rabbit, puzzled.
Now I understand a little why a benevolent person would turn out this way. Perhaps a thousand years ago, she hadn't become a sick person.
It's just that it's been going on for too long, so long that it's driving people crazy.
It's hard to imagine how that guy could have lived eight hundred years longer than me; I wouldn't even want to last a year.
In a daze.
Benny sighed, thinking of going outside for some fresh air.
She looked at the rabbit she had been holding while she was asleep, its surface damp with tears.
Benny blushed slightly, then tossed it onto the bedside table.
Although I don't know what's so heartbreaking about it, it's best not to let anyone know.
Let's go outside for some fresh air.
She got out of bed and simply put on her uniform.
This uniform was entirely pieced together with her own hair; it was a sturdy trench coat.
They can also be affected by their own powers, instantly recovering from damage. Otherwise, it would be quite embarrassing if your clothes got torn during a fight.
Before I had it, I used holy magic to conjure up a suit of armor for myself. Being seen wasn't too embarrassing, after all, I'm not a child anymore. But it was still a little unsettling.
She came out of the room, and the skeleton was sweeping the floor outside.
"Sir, you didn't demolish the house this time." It sounded a little happy.
"Yes, thank you for the gift," Benny said softly. She had to show some appreciation, since this guy had at least helped her.
It bowed to her, but Benny ignored it and turned to walk outside.
Saying nice things is difficult enough for her, as she is not good at expressing herself in this area.
I'm in a really bad mood.
She left the church and went straight out of the safe zone, walking through the chaotic area under the moonlight.
The monsters lay prone at night, and she didn't dare to raise her head as she passed by.
The aura of danger was ingrained in his very bones. If the aura of someone else passing by was like a gentle pat on the head, this guy's aura was like pressing one's head to the ground.
She was extremely upset. She woke up with a start to find that her tears from when she was asleep had soaked the rabbit. The more she thought about this embarrassing incident, the angrier she became.
He is the defender of honor, theoretically the strongest fighter in the world.
But he seemed like an abandoned child.
She was so angry that she wanted to find someone to fight.
Damn it! The Immortal isn't here yet, and if that tough guy isn't here, who am I supposed to vent my anger on?
She stood on the rock and suddenly began to roar.
The sound was deafening, almost like the roar of a horde of monsters. She pounded the ground with her fists, causing an earthquake; she shattered rocks, tore monsters apart, and left a trail of destruction in the darkness.
After three hours, she was a little tired and sat down on a rock, sighing.
It was pitch black; if I didn't have night vision, this would probably be quite boring.
It's so quiet. Not a single monster in the vicinity has survived in the past three hours.
How lonely I am. It seems I'm all alone now.
She roughly understood why she was so dependent on Ark. It didn't matter who that guy was, whether he was Ark or not... She just wanted someone she could trust and confide in, someone who would worry about her life and death.
In this way, her life is not just her own affair; it is not only her own property but also the property of others. Someone will care about her, so she will cherish her life.
But now, I am truly all alone.
She sat on the rock, sobbing softly in the darkness.
Honestly, what's there to be so upset about? In a place like this, no one will see you cry.
There's absolutely no need to worry about saving face.
"I heard a commotion here but didn't see anyone, so I guessed it was you."
A familiar voice rang out, and Benny froze, looking up at the person in front of her.
"Long time no see." It was Yak, who waved to her with a smile. "What's wrong? Why are you crying here?"
Benny looked at him for a few seconds, then smiled helplessly.
"What's wrong with you?" she said softly. "How am I supposed to face you?"
Yak felt awkward for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.
“I wanted to say the same as before… but that doesn’t seem very likely.” He scratched his head. “After all, I’ve become like this.”
He was wearing a cloak, looked at Benny, and then slowly rolled up his sleeves.
One after another, palm-sized magic cores were attached to his right arm. It looked absolutely disgusting; having them implanted like that was unacceptable both physically and psychologically.
“These are all the Demon King’s magic cores. You seem to have done something very wrong,” Benny said softly.
“Not completely. The Demon King’s core is too massive, so I only kept the part with the demonic seal.” Akton paused and said, “After all, I am a monster now, so this is the highest benefit for me.”
"So you came for the Demon God's Seal?" Benedict said softly, raising her hand and a golden holy sword appeared in his hand, pointing at his brow: "At least on this matter, don't think I'll stand on the same side as you."
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