Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 720: Chapter 411: Plucking A Few Of Us to Make Jerky_1
 

“I’m done for… I’m done for…” Albert forced a smile as he handed out bread to the wandering orphans.

As soon as he walked away, Negris couldn’t help but complain to Ange, “Can’t you stop blabbering? What did you do? You just casually named a saint? You’re just a projection, how could you have the power to do such a thing?”

Ange shook his head.

“Alright, I get it, the power doesn’t come from you, but you invoked these powers. Could the Power of Light here be called upon by your Libra God Statue?” Negris muttered to himself.

Faith Elemental Force is donated by believers, forming a network of Faith Elemental Force, where each believer is a node. In the end, the faith converges from the nodes and is transmitted to the gods.

Unpleasant as it sounds, the so-called god statuary is like an array that amplifies the reception of Faith Elemental Force.

The Light Faith of the Master Plane eventually converges to the Master God Statuary and is equally distributed, but where does the Light Faith of this world converge?

At this thought, Negris hurriedly said, “Come, cast some Divine Light Magic and let’s see if there are any additional changes.”

Ange began to perform Purification, his most proficient Divine Light Magic.

“Huh?” The Holy Light had just shone when Negris saw a familiar scene. On the bones of Ange’s palm, some periosteum had grown.

Ange was stunned, so was Negris, “Have you become a Little Angel? Can you use Purification to restore flesh and blood? Is your skeleton now an Angel’s Remains?”

While speaking, Negris looked behind Ange. There was no joint for wings, so it couldn’t be the Angel’s remains.

“This is strange. Why can you restore flesh with Purification when you’re not an Angel’s remains? Is this a new type of Angel’s remains?” Negris muttered in confusion.

No one stipulates that angels must have wings, and in theory, creatures created by the Gods of Light can exist without wings.

Just as he was about to ask Ange to restore his face, Albert returned.

He forced a smile and waved goodbye to the wandering orphans. Turning around, his expression collapsed. He gave Ange a resentful look but didn’t dare to harbor anger. He could only quietly walk past.

The holy light flickered, not very noticeable, and normal people might not even notice such dim holy light.

Ange turned around to catch up when a girl of seven or eight years old ran over from the group of waving orphans. She handed Ange a bunch of moss and ran back shyly before Ange could react.

“Well, Cemetery Grass? Is this a gift for you?” Negris was surprised.

Ange tilted his head, took out an Elf Bean and flicked it towards the little girl. The Bean flew accurately to the girl’s feet.

After the equivalent exchange, Ange quickened his pace to catch up with Albert. From a distance, he could hear Albert muttering: “It’s over now, what am I to do? I can’t get into town anymore, I’ll starve to death, alas, how did I end up becoming a saint? Despite representing the Lord’s recognition of me, alas, what a burden.”

Negris, who was utterly confused, rebuked, “What are you mumbling about? Why can’t you enter the town?”

Albert complained, “With this divine power on me, the undead can smell it hundreds of meters away. How can I enter town then? If I can’t go to town, I can’t buy bread, and sooner or later I’ll starve to death.”

After a moment of unspeakable silence, Negris asked, “Don’t tell me, you’ve never learned how to control divine power?”

“Huh? I’ve never learned. I’m just a Tomb Guardian. I don’t think we’re allowed to learn Divine Arts, are we?” Albert hesitated.

Is there such a rule? Tomb Guardians can’t learn Divine Arts? Does the Church of Light here have such a rule?

To avoid misspeaking, Negris didn’t answer, “What Tomb Guardian? You’re a saint now, a saint! The divine power within you is an acknowledgement from the Gods.”

“Huh? A saint? Right, I’m a saint now, not a Tomb Guardian anymore?” Albert paused for a moment, then immediately became disheartened again.

“But I’m so old, can I still learn Divine Arts well? Isn’t Divine Arts something only young and talented children are selected to be nurtured to learn?”

If it were the Little Yellow Dragon form instead of the book form right now, Negris would have rolled his eyes to the back of his head:

“What do you want to learn? Great Prophecy Spells? Great Wishing Spells? Or perhaps the Echo Technique? The most crucial thing you need to learn is how to hide your divine power, prevent yourself from shining so as to not attract attention. Isn’t the priority to be able to enter the town and buy bread?”

“Uh, yeah, Master, is it hard to learn to hide divine power?” Albert awkwardly scratched his head and asked, realizing he had overthought.

“Not hard, put your hand on the book. Don’t use the hand you used to scratch your head, use the clean one.” Negris replied disdainfully.

Albert placed his hand on the Bronze Book and immediately felt a surge of information rush into his mind. A sudden jolt ran through his body, and he learned a lot instantly.

“This…this…it’s this simple?” Albert looked at the Bronze Book incredulously, and then at Ange with disbelief.

Eager to validate the infused information, Albert tried controlling the divine power within him. In a short time, the holy light slowly began to dim.

Confirming that the infused information was useful, Albert quickly knelt down and gave a devout salute, “Thank you, Master, for your gift.”