A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 940: Lynn, Who Is the Plague Lord?

The heavy stone door opened silently, materializing from an ethereal glow. Instead of a human voice responding to Nierka, a melodious tune resonated:

"Woo—"

Nierka halted abruptly. She composed herself, lowered her head, crossed her hands over her abdomen, and stood still. The far end of the stone chamber was shrouded in darkness, with only faint phosphorescence floating. A slender-waisted woman sat with her back turned.

Upon closer inspection, the phosphorescence came from the ends of her hair, with various sizes of serpentine eyes opening and closing, and forked tongues flickering. Just looking at her made one's heart chill.

The woman held a long, flute-like instrument and played it leisurely. As the music echoed, her long hair moved along, undulating and coiling, performing a dance of countless snakes.

When the tune ended, the snake hair gradually settled on her shoulders and back. She then picked up a hand drum and gently tapped it, singing softly:

"Do flowers bloom and wither in the Yellow Springs?"

"In the world behind us, are we dead or alive?"

"Like a picture, we will be erased, like flowers, we will eventually wither..."

"Teacher."

"What is it, Nierka?"

The woman put down the hand drum and turned her head. Under the faint phosphorescence, her face was revealed. It was Chivacoatl, who had previously conferred with the leaders in the temple.

Her appearance was ordinary, even flat and lifeless, indistinguishable among female slaves thrown beneath the tower. However, the golden, black, and red runes at the corners of her eyes added an infinite mystery and majesty to her gaze.

Nierka held up a heart and carefully approached, kneeling before her teacher. She lowered her head, pressing her forehead to her teacher's knee, and softly said:

"Teacher, the necromancer I captured... can I... can I not hand him over?"

"Nierka."

Chivacoatl called her student's name calmly. Feeling the body on her knee tremble, she gently said:

"A snake, through repeated shedding, continuously moves from death to rebirth. We, the Snake Women, like the Serpent God, walk the line between life and death, becoming a bridge between the present and the hereafter. You are my most gifted disciple..."

She raised her hand and stroked Nierka's hair. The dark hair lay quietly under her hand, the snake eyes closed, tongues still, the ends not swelling, just like a normal girl's hair:

"Although we return from death and rely on divine power to persist, we will ultimately fall into death. My time is limited. Among the seven Snake Women, you retain the most vitality and will one day take my place as Chivacoatl."

"Teacher..."

Nierka trembled as she spoke. Chivacoatl, who had forgotten her own name and became known as the head priest of the Snake God, stroked her disciple's hair once more and slowly said:

"The man you kept is also someone who walks between life and death, exploring the mysteries of death. It is natural for you to be drawn to him, so I will allow it. As a Snake Woman, one man is nothing significant to keep."

"But not now." Chivacoatl lowered her head slightly, her long, sharp nails lifting her student's chin, forcing her to look at her:

"Nierka, to deal with the Plague Maiden and the White Ghost, we need assistance. The divine oracle has approved it: the Plague Lord, the Thunder God's youngest son, can protect our people from the plague. Now is not the time for you to be willful."

"But Teacher!" Nierka lifted her head defiantly:

"I have a premonition that the Plague Lord is coming for the necromancer! If we hand him over, he might just leave! Then, we'll still suffer from the plague, and we'll have lost the necromancer, all for nothing!"

"Then verify it." Chivacoatl lowered her eyes and said indifferently:

"What use is it to come to me with mere conjecture? Nierka, I permit you to see that necromancer, to verify, to get information—but you are not allowed to use torture! Once you have confirmed information, come see me again!"

"Thank you, Teacher!"

Nierka said joyfully. With her teacher's permission, her steps became lighter, her clothes fluttering as she glided through the stone corridors. Mid-level priestesses encountered her and stepped aside, bowing:

"Lady Nierka."

"Snake Woman Nierka."

"Lady—"

Nierka nodded and returned the greetings with composure, swiftly passing by them. She descended to the fifth underground level, entering the secure dungeon. Closing her eyes, she adjusted her breathing, and as usual, passed through the stone wall into the cell.

Under the oil lamp, the necromancer sat upright on the stone bed, fingers tracing the edge, lips moving, muttering continuously.

White lines had already been etched into the stone bed’s edge, his nails worn down multiple times, his fingertips repeatedly scraped raw.

After months without seeing the light of day, his face and hands were pale. However, his cheeks seemed slightly fuller, no longer as gaunt as before.

"Master Lynn~~~"

Nierka called softly. The necromancer in black robes did not lift his head, responding coldly:

"Shh!"

Just reached a critical point! Don't disturb me!

Nierka pouted but was used to this treatment, sitting with a smile on the stone stool opposite him. She watched Lynn's calculations for a while, then suddenly asked:

"Who is the Plague Lord?"

Lynn: "Cough cough cough cough cough—"

Startled, he choked on a mouthful of water, coughing violently, clutching his chest. He bent over, coughing so hard that tears filled his eyes, oblivious to Nierka moving beside him to gently pat his back:

"Cough cough cough cough—phew—cough cough cough cough—"

After a long bout of coughing, Lynn finally caught his breath and wiped away his tears. He steadied himself, moving to the wall, facing Nierka:

"Why are you asking this?"

"Why do you think?" Nierka’s eyes sparkled as she looked at him happily. Lynn took a deep breath, calming his mind, and solemnly replied:

"He is a very powerful mage. In studying how to control, block, and eradicate plagues, he has made significant achievements. —That's all I've heard. Why do you suddenly ask about him?"

"He broke into the Eagle God's Kingdom, trying to enter the pyramid, and we captured him." Nierka smiled mysteriously:

"My teacher personally interrogated him, using divine power to make him tell the truth. He said he is the Thunder God's youngest son, the Plague Lord, and he came to save you..."

For a moment, Lynn's heart pounded wildly.

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