Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 722: Chapter 412: You Actually Took My Clothes Off!_1
 

For these wandering thieves, bread, grain, and dried meat aren’t a problem, as they can be preserved for a long time. But vegetables are different. Once plucked, they lose their moisture and become wilted or rotten within two to three days.

Sometimes, after having been on the move for a while, they might not have any vegetables for one or two months. Going without fruits and vegetables can result in dry skin, bleeding gums, oral ulcers, constipation, bloody urine, and even severe scurvy.

When desperate, they would even pluck tender leaves from trees to suck the juice out of them. Not to mention these fast-growing vegetables that have just sprouted a small bud, juicy and tender.

Indeed, these vegetables are not mature yet, but there is a vast amount. Picking all of them would be enough for a dozen of them to eat.

The thieves gleefully began picking the leaves, uprooting each one and biting off the stalk and leaves. Fast-growing vegetables are juicy and crunchy, making them one of the few vegetables that still taste good raw.

However, they had no idea the trouble their actions would cause.

A skeleton sprung up from the sandy ground, hands empty yet forming the image of a scythe of death, and lunged towards them.

By the time they wanted to fight back, they felt a continuous wave of magic power emitting from the skeleton. The ground beneath them softened like the surface of a swamp, sinking with each step, making it impossible to stand firm.

“Oh no! It’s a Golden Skeleton!”

“Oh no! The skeleton can use magic!”

“Oh no! …”

After several screams of horror, more than a dozen thieves were harvested neatly by Ange, like cutting leeks.

“I knew it,” said Negris, closing his book tightly. He could not bear to look. Picking Ange’s vegetables wouldn’t generally cause a problem, because Ange’s fixated belief is: things are grown to be eaten.

But, they should never have plucked the sprouts. The sprouts had only just grown as long as a finger before they were picked. To Ange, destroying the sprouts is a transgression second only to burning the fields.

Those who destroyed the sprouts would only have to die once, but those who burned the fields would have to die many times over, just like Turus and those poor demons who were mistaken as Turus by Ange.

Albert struggled to climb up from the ground, staring in astonishment at everything. His mind buzzing: Is Lord Holy Spirit this terrifying? I even complained about him before. Oh no, will he hold a grudge against me?

Having spent the past few days together, Ange, who had been busy cultivating the fields, gave Albert the impression of being harmless to both humans and animals. Albert never expected that when it came to cutting people down, the Lord could be quite ruthless.

Stepping over the bodies, he used the Ground Cracking Technique and sank into the ground near the field, making the field more fertile for the coming year.

Turning to Albert, Negris asked, “What did you just say? Desert Town has been raided?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Albert had regained his senses from the shock and hurriedly said, “Desert Town has been raided. I have no idea where these thieves came from. They suddenly appeared and started to kill anyone they saw in the Desert Town and began to scour the area. I was afraid of being discovered, so I ran back. I didn’t expect them to search this far.”

It takes a little over an hour to walk from here to Desert Town, but it might only take about twenty minutes on horseback.

“Doesn’t Desert Town have guards? How did the thieves get in so easily? How many of them are there?” Negris asked.

From the Skeleton Guards at the town gate, it is clear that Desert Town is not a defenseless place. In such a remote wilderness, there is no way to build a place without some form of military strength, not to mention thieves and mercenaries. Even wild beasts and devil beasts could destroy many villages.

Albert shook his head, “I don’t know. I looked from a distance and couldn’t see clearly how many there were.” Then he expressed his concern again:

“I don’t know what happened to those children. I went to their place and didn’t find them there. I don’t know if they went into the town or ran away.”

When he mentioned the children, Ange thought of a little girl who had given him Cemetery Grass. He understood why the little girl had given him Cemetery Grass.

In a world where living beings coexist harmoniously with the undead, the scent of death is very strong, which also breeds a large number of wraiths.

When night falls, these wraiths buzz around restlessly, causing a nuisance. And the undead are particularly susceptible to the influence of wraiths. Cemetery Grass can soothe and calm the soul and also drive away wraiths. It’s very practical.

Naturally, Ange didn’t need them. On the contrary, he wished there were more wraiths, as they provided soul energy.

However, the soul energy of a wraith contained a lot of stubbornness. If the undead absorb too much, they might be affected, resulting in mental instabilities or depression.

As an Undead God, these things didn’t affect Ange. The stubbornness of the wraiths was less intense than the Soul Flame.

“It’s no use worrying, you better stay here and hide. I’ll go clean up the traces of these thieves to prevent their comrades from discovering that someone is missing and following the hoofprints over,” Negris said.

Following the hoofprints left by the thieves, Ange ran towards the direction of the Desert Town. As he walked, cyclones formed under his feet, dispersing the hoofprints.

Wherever he passed, shallow cyclone marks were left on the sand, and they would disappear entirely in a short amount of time.

It would take Albert more than an hour to walk to Desert Town, but it only took Ange about ten minutes to run. After ten minutes, nearly two-thirds of the way, all the hoofprints were erased, and at this point, the hoofprints made a turn.

Ange planned to continue erasing the marks following the imprint, but Negris stopped him:

“Stop, the hoofprints turn here. In case the thieves really follow the hoofprints, and see that the traces are gone, they will only continue in a straight line and won’t turn to where we are, leaving them here could mislead the enemy.”