The corn in the fields is growing very lush.
Walking on the ridge of the field, Hades stretched out his hand thoughtfully, and the corn leaves brushed against his arm, making a rustling sound.
The corn seedlings transformed by the sages were obviously taller. These originally short white corns became taller than a person. Originally their height could reach Hades' chest, and now their height can also reach Hades' chest.
The fields were quiet and deserted. The Barbarus were as rare as ever. In the distance, a large agricultural trailer was roaring. Further away, at the edge of sight, a sickle was silently flickering.
That is the sculpture of Mortarion. It was a completely spontaneous proposal of the Barbarus people. When the Death Guards were fighting in other places, the Barbarus people, who were gradually getting richer, launched a crowdfunding campaign and raised funds to erect a tall statue.
The tall Mortarion stood in the center of the most prosperous city in Barbarus.
Hades and Mortarion, who have no artistic talent, are incapable of such a job.
Hades narrowed his eyes and stared at the sculpture.
This was not Mortarion of the Legion, he was not wearing power armor, on the contrary, he was Mortarion of Barbarus, this tall, withered scarecrow was wearing light armor made by Barbarus craftsmen, his linen hood covered his eyes, making it impossible to see the true face of the Lord of Death.
He held a sickle in his hand and pointed at the highest mountain.
It was a good idea. Hades still remembered that when they went down on the Stormbird just now, Mortarion said he wanted to investigate and had a dazed expression on his face.
Hades was beside Mortarion, pointing at the large statue, and he was sure he was trying his best to stifle a laugh.
"Mortarion, this is a symbol of the love the people of Barbarus have for you!"
The Lord of Death seemed to want to say something, but Mortarion stared at the statue for a long time before finally uttering a few words.
".There is no need to be useless"
But this did not prevent Mortarion from walking around the big sculpture several times, then staring at the flowers presented by people at the foot of the sculpture and talking to himself for a long time.
The primarch with a dazed look on his face was strolling under his big statue, unaware that more and more Barbarus were gathering in the square. It seemed that Mortarion would have to solve the trouble he had caused by himself later. The clever Hades ran away decisively, and with Vorcus and the gravekeeper accompanying him, Mortarion would be safe.
He didn't want to watch the large-scale fan meeting of Mortarion that would take place later. He had seen enough of that when he was on Barbarus.
So Hades left a few words and ran away decisively.
Compared with crowded places, deserted wastelands are more suitable for Hades, although there is no so-called wasteland in Barbarus now. It is either grassland or farmland.
Anyway, when Hades was on Barbarus, he didn't interact much with the crowd.
After getting rid of Mortarion and his group, Hades had some rare free time. He first went to the original cemetery based on his memory. Due to the change in terrain, it has now become a lake. The blue lake calmly reflected the clouds in the sky, and also looked at Hades calmly.
It's nice, this place is quiet.
Hades squatted down and used his hands to stir the lake water. The ripples slowly spread out and soon calmed down again.
Hades looked at himself in the lake. War is a waste of time. Before he knew it, someone else's life had passed.
Lisa also died on the Barbarus Star Ring. As the pioneer of community medical care in the Star Ring, her body was preserved in the largest hospital in the Star Ring.
He had thought of burying Lysa with her, but little Lysa had her own plans.
Hades thought about it and felt that what he did was not a human thing. He took both of Lisa's children to the battlefield and did not leave any of them behind. It was equivalent to cutting off their roots. Lisa's retirement care was also a problem.
Lisa didn't scold him either, perhaps she didn't dare to scold him.
If she didn't scold him then, she wouldn't have the chance to do so now.
Hades paddled the water for a while out of boredom. There was no point in tangling with the dead, so he left.
Although it was nice not to have to listen to speeches next to Mortarion, he had no idea what to do if Hades really asked him to sneak out. He just stayed in the legion and worked like a slave. Apart from eating, he didn't develop any hobbies.
Hades looked thoughtfully at the white corn next to him. Although it was not ripe, he could
No, he couldn't just pull up the crops that other people grew and eat them. Hades still had some dignity, some moral principles, and some etiquette.
So Hades continued to stroll around the fields, even though he didn't eat, he still thought of it as a way to digest his food.
If only the corn had grown this big, Hades thought, then he wouldn't have to worry about what Mortarion would eat every day.
Look at how little Mortarion eats in the legion now. He used up all the surplus food in the entire village and forced Hades and Khalas to beg for food across the village for him. Now he still complains that Hades eats too much!
Hades strongly condemned this.
As he walked, Hades smelled a familiar aroma of roasted grains.
Well
It didn't matter anyway, so Hades just strolled over and then had his pupils tremble with joy.
Is that another statue
What the hell?!
The life-size figure carved from black stone is dull and lifeless, with a tattered cloak covering his body. The figure sits hunched over on the stone, holding a tall sickle in both hands, as if he is watching over the fields, or simply sleeping.
The scent that Hades was familiar with came from a small bag hanging on the sickle.
This is him, this is a statue of Hades
Although it was much simpler than Mortarion's sculpture and was only the size of an adult, it was enough to shock Hades.
Laugh at Mortarion, be Mortarion, be thankful Mortarion isn't here.
Hades was amazed and walked around his statue several times. He didn't understand why he also had a statue.
Hades' initial reputation in Barbarus could be described as being hated by everyone, and only a few people felt sorry for him and were willing to chat with him.
Hades touched it and found that his sculpture had its face covered by a cloak, so there was no face carved. Tsk tsk, Hades wanted to see how handsome they could make Hades.
Hades was a little narcissistic for a while, then decisively took the bag of grain off the sickle. He was familiar with this, as the villagers had delivered rations to him in the past, but they usually hung them on a wooden stick.
He didn't hesitate to say it. Since it was all for Hades anyway, he would sign for the sculpture himself.
Soon the bag of cooked grains was empty. Hades curled his lips and turned the bag upside down, and it was indeed empty.
There was a rustling sound. Hades turned his head out of boredom and saw a chubby little boy holding a stick coming out of the cornfield nearby. He looked about six or seven years old.
The boy saw Hades squatting beside the sculpture with a street look, holding an empty bag of grain in his hand. He pointed at Hades and looked at the sculpture of Hades with shock.
Humph, Hades thought, little brat, worship him, the real Hades is here.
Then he saw tears welling up in the boy's eyes—
Oh, no! Why are you crying? !
"Don't, don't, don't cry! Little boy, what's wrong with you?"
Hades swore that he used the gentlest voice and the calmest expression. He didn't dare to stand up. With his size, he was afraid that he would be scared by the other party if he stood up.
"Brother is a Death Guard. If you have anything to say, just tell me and I will help you."
Bah, Hades thought in his heart, you are already in your forties and still call yourself a brother, how shameless.
"You ate my tribute to the dead Lord Hades."
The boy spoke hoarsely, almost sending Hades away with his first words.
Hades thought for a moment, then continued speaking, beckoning the boy over with his hand.
"I'm the Death Guard. I know Lord Hades. Why are you bringing him food? If you have anything to say to him, I can help you tell Lord Hades."
"Consider it my apology for accidentally eating your food."
It turns out that Hades is quite good at deceiving people. The boy slowly walked up to Hades and asked him,
"Really? You know Lord Hades?"
"Really? I know Lord Hades. I'm very familiar with him. If I lied to you, I'd be a dog."
Hades said this seriously, and muttered a few words in his heart.
"Okay, I believe you, Lord Death Guard."
The boy said crisply,
"I hope that when I meet Lord Hades, I can tell him that I want to be like Lord Hades, protecting the village and others."
"Not only Lord Hades, but others also protected the village, including Lord Mortarion."
"That's different!"
The boy suddenly opened his mouth and began to defend his idol.
"Lord Hades is a lone hero! He wanders the wilderness alone, without needing help from others! And they don't even know it! I have drawn a map of Lord Hades's past paths myself. He is consciously using the smallest possible range of activity to cover the most villages!"
Thank you for praising me, I am so awesome.
Hades thought silently,
"Okay, I'll pass these words on to Lord Hades. Do you have anything else to say?"
The boy swallowed.
"Tell Lord Hades that I will train hard, eat hard, and help my father harvest corn. When I am old enough, I will go to the school on the Star Ring to study."
"I want to be a Death Guard!"
Hades winked.
"If you become a Death Guard, you can't cry all the time."
The boy's face instantly turned red, and he sniffed his nose.
"I won't cry. I'm a man! I'm just upset because you ate the tribute I made with so much effort."
"It's so hard to make these. Aren't these the most common dry food?"
"No, some of the seeds can only be found in the mountains. Because they are too unpalatable and bitter, people have long stopped growing them."
This was a little beyond Hades's expectations.
"Won't you use other food instead?"
"How can this be! This is disrespectful!"
"The fried dry food presented to Lord Hades has a fixed recipe. I always go to the mountains early with everyone to look for seeds."
"Everyone? Not just you?"
Hades was getting more and more surprised.
"Yes." The boy nodded. "Offer food to Lord Hades and pray for no disasters this year and a good harvest. Those who eat the tribute will be blessed and have the opportunity to become Death Guards."
Hades was silent. It turned out that in Barbarus, he had become some kind of land god.
"So, there is more than one sculpture of Hades?"
"Of course there is more than one! Lord Hades protected so many villages back then, how could he only establish one—"
Hades' expression suddenly became serious.
"Kid, I am Hades. You take me to find those statues. After we find them, we will split the loot 20-80. You get 20-80 and I get 80-80."
"What?! You're there, what are you talking about?!"
Hades used the device on his gauntlet to project his number and name.
"Can you read? Look carefully, kid. This is HADES."
The boy stopped talking. He opened his mouth wide and looked at Hades in shock.
"But you. But you just..."
"Woof," said Hades.
The boy was so shocked that he almost fainted. He pointed at Hades and stammered. His face turned red and he seemed to be about to cry again.
"Never mind all that, I'm Hades, take me to the sculpture, I'm running out of time."
Hades stared at the boy sincerely, "I'll take you out to play, you lead the way for me."
He stretched out his hand, motioning the boy to come over. The boy walked over hesitantly, and Hades smiled slyly.
"Are you ready? Don't cry—"
Hades stood up suddenly, picking up the boy in his arms.
He patted the boy in his arms.
"Come on, come on. Help me show the way. Your Lord Hades will show you how fast the wind blows."
So that day, a laughing hurricane dog appeared in the fields of a nearby village and ate all the grain bags on the Hades sculpture.
Mortarion looked at Hades in silence and handed him a piece of cake from the banquet.
Hades waved his hands and burped.
"No, I'm full."
Mortarion raised an eyebrow, "Hades, you are not going to eat the villagers' crops, are you?"
"Am I that kind of person? Mortarion, am I that kind of person?!"
"You are. Judging from your behavior of leaving a word and running away, you are that kind of person."
Mortarion shut up Hades's excuses with just one sentence.
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