Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 364

Chapter 364: Chapter 225: Dare to Burn My Field?_2

If Ange’s pot of porridge could be shared amongst them, the best food in their hearts might just become this pot of porridge.

However, as the porridge was boiling, Ange did not stop, but kept cooking, a lot of vapor evaporating, leaving less and less porridge in the pot.

At this sight, many people couldn’t help but worry: “Still cooking? It’ll dry up if he cooks any more!”

“Uh, Lord Skeleton, are you trying to cook the legendary rice?”

“Rice? The legend says that even if you stick a spoon in it, it won’t fall over, it’s made entirely of grain, and a few bites could keep you from hunger for days?”

The topic of rice was suddenly stirred up, everyone, enduring their hunger, excitedly discussed the legend of ‘rice’, which had been exaggerated countless times.

Their words reached Negris’s ears, and he found it both amusing and pitiful. Even the daily food of the Master Plane could be deified. One could only imagine what the everyday life of these bottom-dwelling residents of the Land of Fallen was like.

Thinking of the large-necked children in the slum, Negris said, “Add some salt, or it’ll be bland. You still have some of the little fatty lamb pickled meat left, right? Cut a few slices of that.”

Even Brand couldn’t stand it anymore and leaned over to whisper, “Sir, did you just say salt?”

“Yes, salt. What’s wrong?” Negris asked, puzzled.

Fallen Dragon Lake is a salt lake, and there are natural salt-alkali lands by the lake. If one needs salt, they just need to dig it up. Ange has dug up a few bags and kept them in his space.

Actually, when they were in the slum, Negris wanted to give the little girl some salt, but he was afraid that she would be robbed, so he didn’t take it out.

Brand said with emotion, “It’s too precious. The salt here is almost more expensive than gold.”

Soon the rice was cooked, flavored with a suitable amount of salt and pickled meat, many were salivating over the fragrant dish.

Having no bowls, Ange molded rice balls and handed one out to each person to gnaw on. Many shed tears of happiness, and Ange harvested a large amount of pure Soul Flame.

With this pot of rice, these humans’ affection for Ange soared, already starting to call him Lord Skeleton.

Once everyone had eaten their fill, Brand and his men began escorting the villagers down the mountain. Serene warmly invited them to settle in Bridgehead Town.

In the Land of Fallen, villages with too few inhabitants can’t survive. After the eternal night, the first places to disappear are always those villages with scarce human populations.

Not long after leaving the cave, they saw the bored Big Bone loitering past, ogling in the direction of the cave.

Negris flew over and asked curiously, “Why haven’t you left yet?”

“Is it you?” Big Bone instantly recognized, this was the consciousness that was attached to Ange earlier.

“It’s more convenient this way, but you? Why are you afraid of humans?” Negris asked in confusion.

Big Bone replied dejectedly, “Too fragile, they fall apart, I can’t put them back together.”

Negris was taken aback, “You mean, human arms, heads, and the like, they fall off and can’t be put back together, so you’re afraid of breaking them?”

Big Bone nodded.

“You’re really a kind skeleton, but you should stay away, preferably not following us.” Negris tried to persuade it to leave.

“No, you guys will hurt me.” Big Bone adamantly clung to this point.

But seeing the humans come over, Big Bone ran away again.

It seemed they had attracted a nuisance. Big Bone kept following them from a distance, never getting close to the humans, but also refusing to leave.

Negris was at a loss, hoping this naive skeleton would get bored from hanging around too long and leave on its own.

Unfortunately, before that hope could come true, he turned around to find that Little Zombie and Little Angel were missing, and when he turned back again, the two little ones had somehow run in front of Big Bone, hollering at it, saying who knows what.

Negris’ heart was in his mouth. Little Zombie was one thing, but Little Angel was now a real angel, and she possessed genuine Power of Holy Light. She was innately incompatible with the Undead. He prayed they wouldn’t start fighting.

Flapping his wings, he was about to rush over, but then Big Bone opened its hand, and Little Angel hopped onto its palm, then leapt onto its shoulder and sat down.

“Ahh!”

“Aow? Don’t understand, my name is Big Bone, what’s your name?”

“Aow!”

“You’re called ‘Aow’? Nice to meet you, I’m Big Bone.”

“Aow Aow!”

“Aow Aow!”

It was as evident as chalk and cheese, but miraculously, these three could string together a conversation. In the end, Little Zombie also climbed onto Big Bone’s shoulder, and Big Bone carried the two around in a mad dash.

“Is this how it works? This is how you make friends?” Negris was dumbfounded.

Once he confirmed they were not going to fight, Negris felt relieved and flew towards Ange’s position. Mid-flight, the Communication Domino around his neck suddenly rang.

“Ladies, gentlemen, zombies, skeletons, hello there. After three hundred years of companionship, it’s time to say goodbye. The mission of the front-line relay station has officially ended. We have broken through the human defence line, seized the entire Land of Fallen, and opened the way home. Resting Palace, here we come.”

The enthusiastic speech was made by the same fellow who had cursed Ange for being crazy.

The Communication Domino fell silent for a while before a feeble voice rang out: “This is No. 3 Relay Tower, don’t you know that after we capture the Land of Fallen, we need to invade the Master Plane to return to the Resting Abyss? We need to check if the World Transfer Station is intact. If it isn’t broken, we can send the request, and wait for the response from Resting Palace before we can enter it, right?”

“What?! There are so many stages? Oh God, how long do I have to wait to return?” The voice of the guy who cursed Ange for being crazy sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

“How long? The Master Plane has a Plane Barrier, which is much harder than the Land of Fallen. It took more than a thousand years to conquer this place, it may take about three thousand years for the Master Plane, who knows?” The weak voice replied.

“Three thousand years?! I’ll get bored to death! I don’t want to, I quit.”

“If you don’t want to work, just tell the Great Sage. Someone will replace you.”

“Can you quit?” The guy who called Ange crazy was utterly dumbfounded.

“Of course, you can. There’s nothing wrong with that. Just say the word.”

“But the guy who sent me here said: if you don’t want to work, wait till you’re dead.”

“Are you still alive?”

“I…”

“Hello? What? Hello? Have you run away?” No matter how much the weak voice called out, the guy who called Ange crazy never responded again.

“He ran so fast. What a waste. The perks at the relay tower are so good, yet some don’t want to work. The land near the relay tower is yours, if you’re bored, raise some pets or shelter some humans, cultivate the land, grow crops, build a town and it would be lively. Speaking of, buying salt. Anyone who has salt, please contact me at the No. 3 Relay Tower.”

As soon as the words ‘cultivate the land and grow crops’ were spoken from the Communication Domino, Negris felt another presence in front of him. His heart sank and he sensed trouble.

Sure enough, looking up, he was met with Ange standing before him, the Soul Flames in his eye sockets nearly bursting out as he stared intently at the Communication Domino.

With a lot of nerve, Negris said, “We…we plant when we get back to the Master Plane, okay? The soil there is richer.”

Ange shook his head: “There are elves.”

Summoning his courage, Negris said: “Should we plant when we get back to the Resting Abyss? There are no elves there.”

Ange shook his head: “The soil is not fertile.”

“But it’s too dangerous here. Who knows if that Harvey will find us and burn your fields?” Negris tried to persuade, “The Land of Fallen, do you know what kind of place this is?”

This was a plane recently unified by the undead with the Lord of Mourning lurking around. It was extremely dangerous. Negris never imagined that Ange would entertain the idea of farming here.

But on second thought, Ange hadn’t really farmed since he was expelled from the Master Plane by elves, and there wasn’t another place with a better soil condition than here. Realizing these points, Negris knew he was in trouble – the Purple Gold Skeleton might not be able to stop Ange with his farming spirit…

Sure enough, Ange’s skull emitted a fierce Soul Fire, speaking in a threatening tone, “Dare to burn my field?”

Big Bone, who was playing with Little Angel and Little Zombie, suddenly felt a chill down his spine and instinctively turned his head to look over.