Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 142
Chapter 142: Chapter 120: If You Can’t Beat Them, Call For Help! (Two-in-One)_l
Translator: 549690339
Before Orum came over, Negris and Naeli were having a private chat.
Of course, this was Naeli’s idea of a private chat. Her voice was loud enough to burst eardrums. Even her Dragon Speaker, Sofia, kept her distance. The only ones left around were Negris, Ange, and other non-humans.
“At the time we were betrothed, you were only three thousand years old, still a young female dragon. I was already six thousand, nearly considered an old dragon. I usually treated you as a junior, so suddenly being betrothed to you felt strange and I felt guilty about it,” Negris admitted sheepishly.
“Why would it be strange? ‘Seniority’ only exists in human language. Our dragon language doesn’t have such a concept; we can just converse in dragon language, can’t we?” Naeli asked, puzzled.
“Yes, but I didn’t understand that at first, and by the time I did, it was too late. Dragon language has too few words; it can express very little. Haven’t you noticed that even now, we unconsciously use human language because it’s hard to adjust immediately? ‘
Naeli bashfully asked, “So, that’s why you were so cold towards me? Back then, you were the male dragon I admired the most. Everyone said you were the wisest in Dragon Clan history, the most likely to ignite the Divine Fire and become the second deity of our clan apart from the Dragon God. Being betrothed to you, I couldn’t sleep for days out of excitement.”
“Well, that’s not it. Uh, the main reason is, well, you were too beautiful. Your scales were shiny, your claws clean, you always took care of your body and had no unusual smell. Your teeth were white and shiny without any bits of meat stuck in them. I had never interacted with such a beautiful female dragon, so I was too nervous, ah, watch out!”
Before he could finish, Negris screamed and quickly dodged sideways. A large claw came swinging down from above his head.
Naeli, embarrassed by his compliment, hit out instinctively, “Oh, you are so good at complimenting dragons, oops, I’m so sorry, I got excited. I didn’t mean to. ”
Her ‘small’ claw was unbearably heavy for anything in the area. If Negris were hit, he would likely be flattened into a dragon pancake.
Negris resumed his seat with an awkward laugh, but Ange, the Angel’s skeleton, and Little Zombie were too scared to return. They hid far away, safe from the reach of the dragon’s slap, finding a spot to squat in a row, poking the ground out of boredom.
Ange wanted to go back and work the land, but Negris insisted that his conversation with Naeli was important and wished for him to listen, saying there might be a need for his help later.
But the girl was his; there was no need for Angel s help, he just didn’t want Ange to wander off.
“How have you been since then? Are you okay?” Negris continued the conversation.
“Not good. After you sneaked away, no male dragons dared to approach me. Well, more accurately, it’s because they are all too old and prone to messing around. I didn’t want anything to do with those dragons. Out of all the male dragons in our clan, it seems like you are the only one who doesn’t have any hybrid offspring. You are the purest of male dragons.”
Negris scratched his head somewhat guiltily, “Sorry to be a hindrance to the male dragons…and what happened after that?”
“Afterwards, I left Zero Degree Island to seek my own territory. Then not long after, I heard the news that you had ignited the Divine Fire and then that you had been captured. Yes, it was Steadfast Locke who captured you, did they not kill you? Why did you turn into a Corpse Dragon? What happened to your body?” Naeli asked.
“I have already died. They did not kill me; I survived in Resting Camp until I was ten thousand and two years old, then died naturally. They sealed my consciousness in the Bronze Book. Now, my real body is the Bronze Book, and I project my soul into this body,” Negris explained.
“So Naeli’s tone turned chilly — “you killed a Juvenile Dragon to get the body needed for that projection?”
“What? No, don’t make things up! This body was grown from my scale,” Negris defended.
“First this, then that, and then you can use scales or a piece of flesh to cultivate a body. You should also leave me some of your scales. I’ll find a way to cultivate a few Juvenile Dragons, or else our line of Bronze Dragons will really go extinct.”
“That’s possible?” Naeli was shocked, “If so, does that mean our kind, the Bronze Dragon, no longer has to face extinction?”
“In theory, yes. We’ve already grown one live Juvenile Dragon, the kind that can awaken its bloodline, not a Corpse Dragon like me,” Negris said.
“That’s great, truly great. Our Bronze Dragon race won’t become extinct, phew,” Naeli was overjoyed.
Humans’ obsession with the continuation of their bloodline is ingrained in their genes since those without it are already eliminated.
However, for the dragons, it’s different. Their obsession with their bloodline is constantly present in their blood. When you call out strongly, you can receive resonance from your kind. It’s a very magical feeling, like when you howl in the snow at night, and there are always some huskies responding to you. So, the dragons’ desire for the continuation of their bloodline might be even stronger than that of humans.
All was well, Naeli too, cared deeply about the continuation of their bloodline. Just as Negris was about to praise her, he heard her say in an annoyed voice:
“Cultivate more Juvenile Dragons. Ever since the death of our last male dragon, that vile mother dragon, Mildity from the Red Copper Dragon clan, has been frequently bringing her Juvenile Dragon to visit our territory, constantly showing off. ‘Oh my, oh my, the young dragon can do this and that. You haven’t seen it before, have you? He is so adorable,’ it’s driving me crazy! Cultivate more Juvenile Dragons, so I can take them with me when I go visit..”
