Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

When the dinner was brought in in the evening, Sava had already groggily sat up on the bed. The light from the Magic Crystal Night Light shone on her face, reflecting a smooth gloss.

“Eh, you’re awake? What happened to your face? Why is it so tender?” Vania queried.

Upon hearing the word ‘tender’, Sava suddenly jumped out of the bed and dashed over to the mirror: “Wow, it is really tender! My Sleeping Beauty Potion worked? Wonderful, I’m going to be rich, I’m going to be rich!”

Vania glanced at her flat abs, speaking exasperatedly: “Can you put some clothes on first? Do you believe in the God of Knowledge, or rather, the god of gold coins? All you ever think about is getting rich.”

Sava looked cheerful:”I believe in the God of Knowledge for the sake of getting rich, hahaha, I’m going to be rich, I’m going to be rich, Lady Lisa will give me a bonus, la la la la.”

In her elation, Sava completely didn’t notice that her weak connection with Negris just snapped with a snap.

Negris felt something was wrong, looked at his true form and saw the Bronze Book gradually dimming.

“What’s going on? What happened? Where’s my follower? Sava? Sava? Are you dead?” Negris was frantic.

Under his incessant urging, Ange had no choice but to teleport back to Heaven at full speed, then transported to Demon Valley, and finally took the Teleportation Array back to Goddess of Beauty City.

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After a long, chaotic journey to the lab, he pushed open the door to see Sava very much alive, sitting there smiling and humming a song. Everyone was taken aback when they rushed in.

Under Negris’s interrogation, it was finally clear what had happened. Negris, his scales standing on end with anger, rebuked her: “Are you saying, you said, ‘I believe in the God of Knowledge for the sake of getting rich’?”

Sava, looking awkward, put her head in and giggled: “I said it casually, just casually.”

“You infidel, you infidel, you infidel.” Negris was so angry that he hit her head with his tiny claws as if it was filled with water, making a dull noise.

Sava, feeling like she had done something extremely wrong from Negris’s fury, didn’t dare to talk back like before and curled up, clutching her head. Anyway, Negris didn’t dare to hit her hard, so it didn’t hurt.

Durken, after watching for a while, seemed to understand something: “This is your follower, you haven’t taught your follower about the precautions about faith, have you? Where’s your priest?”

It was now Negris’s turn to be embarrassed: “She’s my only follower.”

Durken looked solemn: “A single follower? Her? You didn’t teach her anything?”

Negris gave an awkward smile: “How was I supposed to know that her faith is so weak, she says anything.”

Anthony also followed them back, shaking his head upon hearing this: “This cannot be taken lightly, she must be thinking likewise in her heart, this is blasphemy against faith, more disgusting than heresy, an infidel, burn her. In the Church of Light, infidels are to be tied up to the Stake of Executions and burned for seven days and nights.”

Sava was so frightened her mouth dropped open: “Is it… Is it that serious? I… I just said that casually, Lord Negris, I believe in you, I sincerely believe in you.”

Negris looked at the still-dimming Bronze Book and then came out and smirked: “Fake, you’re not sincere at all, you must not think so in your heart, just burn her.”

Sava rolled her eyes and fainted.

Anthony was amused, she pretended to faint, but her lower eyelids were still moving.

He turned to Negris and said: “Lord Negris, this won’t do. What use is a single follower, and you don’t teach her any rules, it’s no different from free-range.”

Negris spread his hands: “What’s the use of having so many followers, I can’t teach them to grow vegetables, my most recent knowledge is about growing vegetables.”

“What’s wrong with vegetables? Growing vegetables is knowledge too, just teach that. Do you remember the Spring Breeze Cup Grain Competition? Due to the drought, this year’s Grain Competition is not just about yield, but also added a project about adaptability. You could participate in the Grain Competition with Lord Ange, and teach them vegetable-growing knowledge.”

Ange, who was always sticking his hand in the space, finally lifted his head when he heard this.

Whatever Flash Feiti or the Gods of Light or Soul Storm or Faith Storm, Ange wasn’t that interested, he found growing things more fun.

Well, since Ange was interested, what point was there in Negris’s opposition? The venue wasn’t far, it was in the Republic of Stellaris, the time was the harvest season a month later, but registration started now.

Signing up for the competition was quite convenient for Ange, all he had to do was find a little girl in Goddess of Beauty City.

“What? You guys are signing up for the crop contest? You guys? The Undead God and the God of Knowledge? Joining the crop contest?” Auburnli looked at Ange and Negris, with a doubtful gaze, advising,

“That’s a professional contest. The highest yield per acre has already broken a thousand pounds. Although Lord Ange knows how to farm, it’s better not to participate.”

What she was implying was: Amateur players shouldn’t enter professional contests, you’ll embarrass yourselves.

Auburnli isn’t one of us and isn’t aware of many things. Naturally, Negris wouldn’t bother explaining, but simply said, “What conditions are required to sign up? Just say it, we’ll deal with the rest.”

“You really want to participate?” Auburnli asked seriously, and once confirmed, she waved her hand and said, “What conditions are you talking about? What conditions are needed when I’m here? Do you consider me dead, huh?”

She paused then added, “However, after registration, you need to bring a growth monitoring stone pillar and insert it into your competition field. It collects data for half a month, which will then be input into the simulated magic formation to simulate. Make sure to insert it for exactly half a month, not more or less, and no cheating is allowed.”

“I heard that Lord Ange can accelerate the growth of crops, but that’s absolutely not allowed, it would cause abnormal data.”

Negris nodded to indicate he understood, “OK, I got it. Where do we need to register?”

“You can register right here with me. I’ll note it down for you. What name are you going to use for the contest? Here, this is the monitoring stone pillar, once it’s inserted into the soil, you can’t pull it out, otherwise, the count restarts. It has to monitor for half a month, up until the harvest is finished.”

“Alright, what should we name ourselves? How about Spring Breeze?”

“No way, Spring Breeze for the Spring Breeze Cup? Trying to brand yourself?”

Negris turned to discuss with Ange. After the two, infamous for their poor naming skills, thought about it for a while, they decided on, “How about Saline Magic Rice Team?”

“You guys want to use Saline Demon Rice to participate? It’s better not to use that name, others will prepare ahead of time specifically for you. Don’t even mention saline, just call it salted fish.”

“Salted Fish Team? Sounds weird, but oh well, let’s just go with that.” Ange and Negris looked at each other, and without any better ideas, they agreed to this name.

…

Lightning, having nothing to do, was wandering around, the ‘fur hat’ on its head suddenly moved, it shook its head hard, but the ‘fur hat’ stayed completely still.

“What are you doing? Stop moving around.”

A furry claw stuck out from the ‘fur hat’, holding an elf bean and dangling it near Lightning’s mouth.

Lightning stuck out its tongue to lick off the bean, since it accepted the bribe it said, “Okay, fine, you can move.”

The ‘fur hat’ started moving, two small paws constantly moving in and out, switching things around from the left to right, and right to left.

“Are you organizing your things? Why are they all elf beans? How many elf beans did you steal from the boss? Bribe me quick, or I’ll tell on you.”

The big cat had no choice but to submit to tyranny and offered another elf bean.

Lightning licked it off in one go, then let out a burp. Two elf beans were enough to keep it nourished for a day, it didn’t need to eat anything else. It could go back, eat a few sweet potatoes as dessert after dinner, then have some bubbly wine and it would be good.

The big cat suddenly jumped down from Lightning’s head.

The sudden breeze left Lightning in a hurry, shouting, “Where are you going? Come back quick, my head feels cold.” It seems, it really considered the big cat as a hat.

The big cat ignored it, rushing off and quickly disappeared from sight. It quickly arrived in front of Ange, extending its paw, and placed it in front of Ange, “meow~”

Ange cocked his head, “Trade? Trade what?”

“Meow~” As it spoke, it opened its paw, revealing a purple-gold finger bone tucked underneath.

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