Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

 

“I was thinking the same, Lord Anthony, your affairs are my affairs. I’m stressing about this…” Silver Coin started to blabber again.

“I owe you a favor.” Anthony, of course, knew that this crooked merchant was scheming and quickly interrupted him.

“You’re too polite, my Lord. I’ve instantly consulted the Great Sage. He refused. He said he wasn’t lacking money, didn’t want books, doesn’t eat fruit, isn’t interested in pretty boys or beautiful ladies, doesn’t need slaves…”

Anthony was suddenly in pain – this was someone who desired absolutely nothing.

Dealing with the Undead has always been notoriously difficult. For me, it’s better. I started as a human who reincarnated into an undead. Although I’ve lost interest in eating and drinking, my interest in entertainment has increased because it’s too boring.

But it’s different for the native Undead such as Steadfast Locke who could sleep for hundreds of years. His Majesty wouldn’t wake him unless there’s a fight, he doesn’t have any needs.

Of course, the Undead still have needs, like Soul Crystals. But where is Anthony supposed to get Soul Crystals? If he has so many Soul Crystals, it would be better to use them to trigger the Instant Death Halo with Lord Ange, then they could grow hundreds of thousands of tons of food in a minute.

Thinking about it gave him a headache, so he simply stopped. Silver Coin, having been around the Great Sage for a long time, knows better what the latter wants. He said a lot, but it was just to show how much work he had done and how difficult it was. He wanted to squeeze out more benefits, but Anthony would not indulge his bad habits.

“If you don’t start speaking, I’ll send someone to block the sewers of those estates that I’ve mortgaged to you with mud, glue the keyholes, fill their water pools with dung, and infest them with termites.”

“…You’re brutal.” Silver Coin grimaced, “I said that I can let my customers collect some information about Resting Abyss, so the Great Sage agreed. Now the problem is what information we have about the Resting Abyss that we can reveal.”

“Scumbag! Merchant!”

“Merchant!”

The first sentence was Negris cursing, the second was Anthony cursing.

The Resting Abyss is theirs now, the buyers of the grains are also them, revealing any information also depends on them. Isn’t this like trading information about the placement of the furniture in their own home for negotiation rights?

“It seems like the Great Sage really wants to come back, so what do we do? What information should we give to him?”

“Just tell him, the World Transfer Station has stopped, and the Resting Wind has blown. Everyone retreated into the Underground City, Witch City is experiencing famine, the farmlands of Ice City are burned by the demons, reveal to him the situation before Lord Ange arrived.”

“That can work. We can simply shovel a bag of soil that has been swept by the Resting Wind to comfort his longing.”

“Or we could simply bring him back. Now that we have the World Transfer Station, we can teleport him back without going through the Master Plane.”

“Are you crazy? Can we control Harvey? He’s the Lord of Mourning.”

“Uh, you’re right. Harvey probably won’t swear allegiance to Ange. Let’s drop that idea.”

After the discussion was over, the following matters became smooth. They teleport a bag of soil from the Resting Abyss here. This kind of soil, which has been swept by the Resting Wind for many years, can’t be faked. The Great Sage will know as soon as he touches it. РＡꞐỐВЕŝ

“Is there really a famine in the Resting Abyss? How many people are there now?” the Great Sage inquired.

“There are about five thousand in Witch City, fifty thousand in Ice City, four thousand in Demon Valley, indeed there is a famine. Feilin is getting ready to trigger an Undead Calamity. Uh, Feilin is the City Lord of the Witch City, a witch,” said Silver Coin.

The Great Sage nodded, “I believe these messages are true. You even know the name Feilin. Back in the day, he was an employee at the World Transfer Station. I’ve seen him a few times when I projected my consciousness. They called our projection state the ‘Observer,’ quite a fitting name.”

Strong undead creatures like the Great Sage, when they are bored, occasionally project their consciousness into some low-level Skeleton Zombies, using their bodies to wander around observing the development of planes. Of course, mainly out of boredom.

There aren’t many who can do this, only a few like His Majesty, Locke, Durken, the Great Sage, the Witch, etc. have this privilege. Once, Locke projected into a skeleton and was inexplicably cut down by a group of demons, which made him want to take revenge.

Just when he just crawled out of the grave, Rogge and other death knights came back, reporting with the head of the demon, “My Lord, we have avenged you.”

“What, you want me to help you get revenge? I’m finally having some fun, and you steal my monster!!!” Locke’s roar almost shattered Rogge and the others’ souls.

…

One hundred and fifty thousand tons of food were crammed into the teleportation array in batches. Operated by Silver Coin himself, they were teleported over one by one.

Without needing to be moved, they were directly diverted to the main plane and transported to Lord Anthony’s territory. The world transfer station only served as a transit point.

But because of this transit, the consumption of demon crystals decreased linearly by 80%. Originally, a single teleportation required ten demon crystals, but now two teleportations only needed two.

Anthony immediately distributed the food, alleviating the food crises in several food-deficient areas.

Ange, who was fixing the World Tree, suddenly stopped and pulled out his Planting God Statue, saying to Negris, “It has grown.”

“It grew again? What did you do?” Negris flew over, looking at the visibly more vigorous Planting God Statue and asked with a frown.

“Food,” Ange said with certainty, “Silver Coin, the food.”

Negris said, “So, the batch of food from Silver Coin led to the growth of your Planting God Statue?”

Ange nodded. This was not the first time the Planting God Statue had grown. The time it ignited was also due to food. From then on, Ange and Negris kept this in mind.

But what they didn’t expect was why the food grown by Silver Coin could also enlarge the Planting God Statue?

“Could it be that any food grown by your followers can enlarge the Planting God Statue? And the food bought back by Anthony is obviously to be distributed to the followers of the Church of Light. They don’t believe in the God of Planting, so why can it enlarge your statue?” Negris muttered to himself, bewildered.

After a while, he suddenly exclaimed: “Kvada, does that mean the God of Planting is stealing the power of the Gods of Light?”

Ange suddenly raised his hand, with scales flipping up on his palm—Dragon God Transformation. However, Ange didn’t fully transform, just changed a palm and interrupted it. As the scales retracted, Ange said, “I can transform for twenty-six seconds now.”

“Increased by three seconds? Why can you use the power of the God of Planting to extend the transformation time of the Dragon God Transformation?” Negris was puzzled, “Does that mean as long as the Planting God Statue grows, you can continue to extend the Dragon God Transformation, or even the transformation time of Locke?”

“And to grow the Planting God Statue, you just need to grow food for others to eat? That makes sense. The God of Planting should be the one who grows food for others. If you’re just growing things that no one eats, that would be the God of Nature.”

“Forget it, you don’t have any food to test this theory now, go plant your crops. Produce more food, we’ll try again later.” Unusually, this was the first time Negris advised Ange to farm. Usually, he could only persuade Ange to ‘stop farming all the time’.

Ange nodded. Just as he was about to go back to farming, Anna rushed over in a hurry: “My Lord, something terrible has happened. An unknown origin is requesting a connection with the world transfer station.”

“So what if they request? What are you panicking about?” Negris said grumpily.

Since they had decided to open the world transfer station for everyone’s use, it meant that it would open from time to time. Open it often, and someone would find it eventually.

Negris was already aware of the situation in other planes and was no longer particularly worried about the transfer station. The gods and lords were gone. The left-over Great Demons, if they dared to cross the planes, would be instantly crushed by Petersburg.

They were mentally prepared and had contingency plans. Just ask clearly upon request and decide how to handle it. There was nothing to panic about.

“But, but he says his name is Guliani and he wants to buy food from us.” Anna said anxiously.

“What… What did you say? The Pope wants to buy grain from us?”

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