Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 177:

Chapter 177: Chapter 133: Face Purification Technique, Get to Know It_3

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Ange does however much he wants to, man, why did I have to run my mouth and say that?!

“Eh? A caravan is coming? Quick, quick, invite them over, let’s have them test out this road. Is it easy to walk on?” Negris spotted Erik and his group on the sand dunes and quickly instructed.

Naeli is a god to the sand people, even though she couldn’t light the Divine Fire, their devotion to her is no less. As for Negris, Naeli’s consort in name, what does that make him? God’s husband?

Hearing the command of their ‘God’s Husband’, the sand people hurriedly invited Erik and his group down.

Setting foot on the sandy road, Erik had a keen sense that the desert might be changing. Without adequate manpower and time to protect it, there would certainly be a lot of bloodshed around this road in the future.

This road would significantly reduce the time it took for a caravan to reach the Oasis. A journey that would usually take twelve days might only take two or three days once the road was built.

In the future, his detouring behaviour would be impossible. If others could finish the journey in just two or three days while his took over ten, his caravan would never survive.

Following this road, one would need to face the sand robbers directly. These two powerful mages have the ability to construct such a road, but do they have time to protect it?

All of a sudden, a thousand thoughts surged up within Erik’s mind. However, looking up, he found that everyone’s attention wasn’t on him but on his heavily veiled companion.

A cold shiver picked at Erik’s heart, foreboding trouble. Evidently, the two powerful mages had seen through his companion’s disguise.

However, the two mages didn’t seem very interested, casting a few glances before they resumed their work. The one with his nose in the air yelled, “I don’t care! I’ll do another two kilometers, then go to sleep. Don’t wake me up. Whatever’s missing, I’ll just make up for it after I wake up.”

After he finished speaking, he ran ahead with big strides, right into the sandy area. With each barefooted step, the sand seemed to sink under the pressure of an invisible giant’s foot.

As he moved forward, the rough outline of a road appeared under his steps. He ran up the sand dune to the two-kilometer mark and then turned and ran back. This caused the sand under him to sink down a bit more. After repeating this action a few times, a two-kilometer stone road appeared.

Finally, Bursk couldn’t take it anymore. He found a patch of empty ground, dove into it and quickly sank into the sand.

Anyone with eyes could see, Bursk had admitted defeat. His efficiency was high but so was his consumption of magic power. Ange was slow, but he had endurance. For a short while, Bursk was superior but over time, Bursk was reduced to a tired, panting dog.

Negris stretched his neck, sneered, and then turned his head to yell, “Lisa! One of the guests is a Wraith. Can you come and attend to her?”

Erik and his cloaked companion stiffened, their hearts in their throats. They had been found out, what could they do now?

What could they do? Under the watchful eyes of two powerful mages, there were no options. All they could do was watch as a young woman dressed in a black shawl dress came up to them.

“Oh, it’s a little girl?” Lisa’s first glance fell on the cloaked figure, and she exclaimed with joy.

They were screwed anyway. Since they didn’t dare to do anything, Erik just gave up and said unabashedly, “Madam, it might not be appropriate to call her a ‘little girl.’ This lady is quite old.”

“Oh? How old?” Lisa asked curiously.

“This lady is already two hundred years old,” Erik replied.

“What?! Well, that isn’t very nice. I’m over a thousand years old. If I call you a little girl, it might make you seem too old.” Lisa said with apparent anxiety.

You look so young and you dare claim to be over a thousand years old? Erik almost spat out a mouthful of blood at Lisa’s words.

“Never mind that, young lady, let granny see your face. Take off your hood,” Lisa said warmly.

The cloaked woman hesitated, “No, I’m not pretty. I’m afraid I’ll scare you.”

“Haha, haha. Business is at the door. I’m not afraid of you being ugly. How about a Face Purification technique?” Lisa was as excited as a Minotaur aunt pulling in people at the temple gate.