Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 721: Chapter 411: Plucking A Few Of Us to Make Jerky_2
 

Before he finished, he suddenly remembered something and said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Sir, I just remembered that I usually use my other hand to pick my feet. I apologize for dirtying your book.”

Ange immediately felt as if the Bronze Book in his hand was about to grow bigger and pounce on the man. However, without Ange’s support, the Bronze Book couldn’t expand.

Ange quickly cast a Purification spell on the book and hastily clapped Negris to prevent him from truly jumping out. He was currently disguised as a book, so if he really jumped out to attack, he would give himself away.

“It’s so infuriating, I shouldn’t have taught him anything. This idiot deserves to guard tombs for his entire life.” Although Negris managed to keep himself from jumping, he was still enraged and roared inside Ange’s soul.

The two exchanged their clothes and walked for more than an hour, finally returning to the stone chamber. From afar they saw activity at the cave entrance. Albert promptly ducked and observed for a moment before letting out a sigh of relief, “It’s the food delivery, thank goodness. I thought the curia had forgotten about me.”

As they approached, they saw a bone horse parked at the cave entrance, and a Witch, wearing a cloak, curiously examining the farmland in front of the entrance.

After a night of tidying up, the originally neglected farmland had become incredibly orderly. It was clearly organized by an experienced farmer.

Negris couldn’t refrain from asking, “Why are the food deliveries done by Witches and bone horses?”

What on earth is happening to this world? The Holy Spirit of the Church of Light is a skeleton, the food delivery person is a witch, what is this? The Church of Light or the Undead Temple?

Could it be possible that they are actually the Undead Temple and they just named themselves the Church of Light by mistake?

Albert answered matter-of-factly, “Of course it’s witches. Only the undead are convenient for long journeys and witches don’t need to eat, so all the food can be delivered without half of it being eaten on the way.”

“Then why do they need to deliver food? Why don’t they just send some money, and you can buy stuff in the town?” Negris said.

“Shush, shush, shush, tomb guardians should not be casually interacting with the outside world, or it’s easy to reveal the location of the stone chamber. It’s against the rules for me to go out and buy bread, but I would starve to death if I didn’t. The lord will forgive me.”

Albert muttered, making a holy sign with his hand.

Negris didn’t know what to say. Not only had Albert gone out to buy bread, but he’d also aided several homeless orphans. Now he was saying it’s against the rules. What a seriously committed tomb guardian.

Seeing Albert, the witch stood up and untied two large bags of food from the horse’s back, handed him a small medicine bottle, and then looked at Ange.

Albert quickly explained Ange’s identity to the witch. The witch gave Ange a respectful gesture from a distance, then mounted the bone horse and galloped off into the depths of the Eastern desert.

Negris looked at the medicine bottle in Albert’s hand and suddenly said, “Open it and let me see.”

“This?” Albert opened the bottle and poured out a few pills.

After examining them, Negris quietly sighed, “Have you suffered an injury or illness in the past that requires you to eat one pill every once in a while? Otherwise, you’ll experience unbearable itchiness and your entire body will rot. You would rather die if you weren’t able to take these pills?”

“Yes.” Albert replied, “That itching is too uncomfortable. Thanks to the holy medicine given by the curia, otherwise, I would really rather die.”

Negris sighed to himself: It really is the Church of Light, the malicious Church of Light.

…

For the moment, Ange settled down here, tilling the wasteland, watering and planting veggies every day, leading a fulfilling and content life.

Every half an hour, Ange would grab something, sometimes seeds, sometimes a Soul Crystal, sometimes equipment.

After observing for this period, Ange realized that his soul was growing or rather, recovering. This Soul Heart should have been very strong originally, but it had shrunk nearly to the point of disintegration after sleeping in the stone chamber for too long.

After Ange’s projection arrived, the power gradually transferred, allowing the Soul Heart to slowly recover.

However, this recovery process was too slow, so Ange would occasionally grab a Soul Crystal to refine and strengthen his soul.

As the Soul Heart grew stronger, both the color and the strength of the skeleton gradually deepened and slowly recovered.

Negris was also puzzled about this phenomenon, “I can understand why the soul shrinks, but why did the skeleton degrade? Osteoporosis? Even without a soul, the skeleton will only decay, not degrade.”

“The only explanation is that some force is eroding it, your projection counteracts this force, but we didn’t find any external forces eroding it. So, this means, this force is not external.”

“Therefore, the most likely explanation is the Soul Contact, the connection between the body and Your Majesty’s Black Crystal Body, leading to this deterioration. It’s very likely that this body was used to anchor the two worlds, a fallback left by His Majesty. If it’s absolutely necessary, he could return to this body through Soul Contact.”

Unfortunately, these were all conjectures. They couldn’t test them and what irritated Negris more is that Ange had no intentions of moving. He was dedicated to farming there, grabbing seeds to plant multiple times a day, enough for his continuous farming.

Negris tolerated it at first, but in the end, Ange even got a sprout from the World Tree.

“Kvada, are you really planning to farm here for the rest of your life? We came here to find His Majesty. Only by finding His Majesty can we know what actually happened. Why the world has become like this. We have to find His Majesty, find His Majesty!!!” Negris couldn’t bear it anymore and roared.

Ange hesitated and looked up. He glanced at the man-made object in the sky and the crops he had just planted which were already sprouting. If he left this place, without him watering, all of these crops would certainly die.

Maybe…

“Don’t even think about it! You can’t use the Instant Death Halo, it would take half a year to naturally mature. We are not here to farm! Not here to farm! Not here to farm!”

Negris had just finished shouting when Ange suddenly looked towards the West. Albert was seen frantically running back, rushing into the cave and pulling a mechanism.

Stone chamber’s disguise mechanism slowly went down, sealing off the passage to the stone chamber tomb, even if someone came into this cave, they wouldn’t find the deeper stone chamber. They would only think that it’s a cave where someone lives at most.

As he pulled the mechanism, Albert ran towards Ange, grabbed him and they started running away. As they ran, he urgently said, “Quick, hide quickly. Thieves have looted the Desert Town, they’re currently scouring and robbing people from the town. Ten or so of them are heading this way. Quick, hide.”

Just as he finished talking, a roar of hoof beats could be heard.

Albert’s face turned ashen, “It’s too late, we’re done for. There’s nothing covering us in front, we can’t outrun a horse on our two legs.”

Negris said, “Cover your mouth and nose first, start.”

He was addressing Ange. Ange placed his hand on Albert’s shoulder and activated his Ground Cracking Technique. The two of them rigidly sank into the sandy ground and were quickly up to their foreheads in sand.

A dozen thieves galloped past the cave, reaching the entrance. Seeing the farmland at the door and the quick growing vegetables that had already sprouted, they let out exclamations:

“Wow, there are people living in such a remote place? Vegetables? Oh my God, I haven’t seen vegetables in a month. Those dry food rations have made my lips blistered. Quick, quick, pull a few sprigs to wrap our jerky.”