Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 719: Chapter 410: They Actually Have Wisdom?_3
 

The only ones they would attack are those donned in Light Armor Robes and using Divine Light Magic. The moment they come in contact with such people, they would immediately rise from the ground, fearlessly attack from all directions, until their targets are overwhelmed.

Upon hearing this, Negris couldn’t help but clap his hands in appreciation and shared with Ange in his soul, “Brilliant! Your Majesty, this move is exquisite. It effectively splinters the human race and the Church of Light into separate groups.”

“Not all humans belong to the Church, nor are all fervent believers. Either starve inside the cities or conceal their identities to farm and trade for livelihood. Once they take that step to hide their identities, even devout believers would subtly get used to living without the Church.”

“Over time, they will discover that they can live well without the Church, leading the Church to lose its foundation of faith, making it impossible to recover. Excellent, this is brilliant,” Negris endlessly admired.

After walking for over an hour, the two arrived at a field of rock pillars, where weather-beaten rocks stood like pillars.

Albert carefully identified one and dug out a package from a pile of stones at the base.

“My lord, you must take off your armor, otherwise, it might attract unwanted attention from Bounty Hunters.” As he spoke, he took off his own priest robe, replacing it with a hunter’s outfit which covered his entire face save for his eyes.

Afterwards, he handed Ange a black robe, but it had no facial covering.

As Ange put on the black robe, Negris asked, “Don’t we have masks or something? Won’t people be scared if they see his face?”

“Not at all, as an Ashbone Priest, covering your face would attract more attention,” Albert cautioned, “My lord, you must not show any power or signs linked with the Light. Although this place is remote, Bounty Hunters are everywhere, please be very careful.”

A skeleton not covering its face doesn’t draw attention, but doing so does? What kind of logic is that?

Having passed through the pillar area and arriving at a small town after a while, Negris understood what they were referring to.

Half of the moving entities in the entire town were undead.

By the town gate, two Ashbone Guards wielding spears hung themselves on the railings, bored out of their skulls as they detached and reattached their finger bones.

Upon seeing someone approach, they raised their heads. They were nonchalant towards Abert but jumped to their feet, fumbling to get off the railing, to stand at attention when they saw Ange.

It was only after Ange entered the town did they relax and resume their previous activities.

Negris was shocked, “Are Ashbone Skeletons this intelligent? They are wise? They are actually wise?”

Negris had previously seen only one wise Ashbone Skeleton – Ange. Now these two guards displayed such human-like behavior.

However, he affirmed one thing, this so-called Undead Empire must have been established by the Undead King. He had witnessed humans and the undead co-existing harmoniously in town, which was just like it used to be back at the old World Transfer Station.

Albert quickly replaced his gold jewelry, purchased a large sack of black bread, as hard as stone, and then left the town.

“Why are you buying so much black bread? When do you plan to finish eating it?” Negris asked puzzledly.

The black bread was coarse and tough, terribly unpalatable, but was incredibly filling. One piece of black bread, toasted and crumbled, mixed in soup could suffice for a family of five for a day.

The bag Albert had bought would be enough to last him two months at least.

Albert smiled, shaking his head as he replied, “It’s not for me.”

A few minutes out of town, they reached a cavern area. A small head popped out from a cavern, cried out in delight upon seeing Albert, “Uncle Albert! It’s Uncle Albert! Uncle is here, Uncle is safe.”

Save for the first exclamation, the rest were yelled back into the cavern. Soon, five or six children ran out from the cavern towards Albert.

Negris asked with bewilderment, “You have been consistently taking things from the stone chamber, could it be just to buy food for these children?”

Albert guiltily nodded his head.

“And you still consider yourself greedy?” Negris exclaimed.

Albert paused, “Isn’t this greed? I have taken these things secretly, and I have eaten them too.”

“Greed my ass, you’re basically a saint, a saint!” Negris declared.

Whenever Negris was speaking, Ange would mimic the moving of his jaws. As Negris exclaimed ‘saint’, Ange too felt that it was quite apt and made a sound, “Saint.”

A holy light began to glow around Albert.