Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Looking at the three hundred Demon Crystals in his hand, a third of which were blue, Ange suddenly wondered if it was time to return to the Resting Camp?

Ange never thought about this question. He needed the Demon Crystals because they could open the Teleportation Array to the farm at the Resting Camp. It was time to tend to the fields on the farm again. As a farming skeleton, going back to work the fields was a natural course of action.

Initially, this wasn’t a dilemma for Ange. If he were still the simple little skeleton he used to be, but once he obtained the Demon Crystals, this question suddenly made him hesitate. Should he return to the Resting Camp?

Looking at the luminous moss and the white sacred mushrooms around him, listening to the incessant noises of the little zombie, and thinking about his glowing moss field, and the soon-to-be-developed Sky Pit planting area, Ange pondered for only two seconds before deciding not to return.

This was a decision that exceeded Ange’s instinct. It was not a major change, but it had an especially important meaning.

Since he had decided not to go back, Ange put away the Demon Crystals. But after patting himself down, he realized he had no pockets. Well, he figured he would just dig a hole and bury them.

Just as he was about to dig a hole, Negris finally couldn’t stand it anymore, “Don’t you have the Magic Rune Accessory? That thing is officially called Dimensional Space Positioning Transfer Bracelet, affectionately referred to as a Positioning Bracelet. Just give it a little energy, and it can transfer the corresponding mass of an object. The mass of a Demon Crystal is very light, you can just put it directly into it.”

“Put it in?” Ange tilted his head.

Following the reverse steps of transferring grains, he indeed managed to put the Demon Crystals into the bracelet. Thanks to their small mass, the energy required to store three hundred Demon Crystals wasn’t even as much as needed for one-twentieth of a bag of grain.

If it’s calculated by mass, it really is cost-effective to store valuables in the bracelet. As long as the bracelet is present, there’s no fear of loss.

Having stored the Demon Crystals, Ange summoned Little Zombie and Skull of the Minotaur, led the Angel Skeleton, and planned to move to the Sky Pit Planting Area.

Unable to watch any longer, Negris said, “Why don’t you simply Soul brand this skeleton? Given the gap in Soul Strength between you two, it would be an easy success. There’s no need to tie it up.”

The current appearance of the Angel Skeleton was too baffling. Small in stature, like a cute little girl, tied up in such a way that a kind-hearted person simply couldn’t stand it. Only Ange, a heartless fellow, would see it as natural.

“Soul branding?” Ange tilted his head: “I can’t.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I know you can’t. I’ll teach you. I feel like I’ve almost become your housekeeper.” Negris said irritably.

Soul branding was a skill that almost all high-order undead knew. It involved forcibly branding one’s own mark onto the soul of a lower-order undead, thus controlling their every move.

However, Ange is by no means a typical high-order undead. He has condensed the Soul Heart and reached the Golden Skeleton level, but he only has Little Zombie as the goon connected by Soul Contact. Which Golden Skeleton King doesn’t own thousands of minions?

Even for the singular Little Zombie, the Soul Contact with Ange was established through the Soul Network, rather than Soul Branding. This resulted in Ange not knowing what Soul Branding was.

Receiving the method of Soul Branding from Negris, Ange grabbed the Angel Skeleton and pressed his intentions towards its soul.

One was a high-order undead with the Soul Heart, and the other was a newborn skeleton. Although its body had once belonged to a Battle Angel, it fundamentally was still a newborn skeleton without any means of resistance.

However, it seemed that it didn’t resist either. It struggled slightly when Ange grabbed it, but as soon as it saw Ange, it stopped resisting. The branding was relaxed and landed on its soul without a hitch.

A spiritual contact was established between Ange and the Angel Skeleton. This contact was no different from the one with Little Zombie. Ange could sense its emotions the same way and impose some restrictions on it.

“Do not hit people.” Ange issued a command to it and unleashed its restraints. The only reason it was tied up in the first place was its hyperactivity. With a

Soul Brand to confine it, there was naturally no need for ropes.

However, after the Angel Skeleton touched its free neck and realized its restraints were removed, it spread its wings and lunged towards Little Zombie.

“No hitting people!” Ange said in his mind, and with one fleeting motion, the Angel Skeleton, which had lunged out fiercely, stiffened mid-way and fell flat on the ground, unable to even move a finger.

This was the advantage of Soul Control; with just a thought from Ange, it could even lose the ability to think.

This was why structures like the Undead Temple, that collected faithful beliefs, were not particularly valued by the Undead King. The King had a more efficient means of control. The Soul Network was much more efficient than Faith Elemental Force.

‘Not a person… ‘ Ange seemed to sense this from the Angel Skeleton’s emotions.

It made sense, Little Zombie indeed was not a ‘person’, so it was okay to hit…

“No…” Ange was about to address this problem, when suddenly the Little Zombie moved. It struck a punch on the Angel Skeleton’s cheek, leaving a clean, white fist print on its small face.

For the first time, Ange felt a wave of frustration. He released the restrictions on the Angel Skeleton, allowing both of them to start fighting. He decided to ignore all of it.

An infant witch, an infant skeleton, one thick-skinned and meaty, the other encased in flesh, one quick and agile, the other nimble and dextrous. Neither could get the better of the other and eventually, seeing Ange leaving, they quickly stopped fighting and followed him out.

The Skull of the Minotaur looked around uncertainly for a moment before following suit.

The Minotaur’s family quickly followed with water buckets on their backs. The holy mushroom growing around the temple needed a large amount of purified holy water for irrigation, the heavy lifting was taken care of by the Minotaur’s family.

The Holy Water is the key to growing the sacred mushrooms. Without purified water, the sacred mushrooms would quickly decay.

At this moment, Goblin Klegg could only watch helplessly as the hard-won sacred mushrooms gradually rotted away.

As the most technologically advanced goblin in the Underground city, Klegg didn’t want to give up on the valuable crop of sacred mushrooms. He asked Feilin for a live sacred mushroom, only to watch it decay after watering it twice.

“Not all money can be earned. If it were that easy, this thing wouldn’t be so expensive.” Klegg scratched his head.

He had seen Angels production of ten pounds of sacred mushroom powder in half a month and thought it was quite easy. But now, he had to admit that some things are easy for some people, and for others, they are more difficult than reaching the sky.

“We need to find a way for Lord Feilin to get more. This is a godly item for treating basic diseases. With it, minor ailments can be treated at the early stages, preventing them from developing into major ones, and avoiding painful deaths. Ah…” Klegg sighed, turned back and glanced at a box in the corner. The case held his son’s remains.

Like the Minotaur aunt who hung the skulls of her ancestors on her home wall, for the Underground city with their belief in the Undead, preserving their loved ones’ remains at home is quite normal. Klegg’s son had died from pneumonia developed from a minor cold.

If they had sacred mushroom powder at the time, the minor cold could have been cleared up directly, and it wouldn’t have progressed to pneumonia.

With a plan in mind, Klegg unfolded the parchment and began writing on it. He passed it to Feilin for approval.

Thirty magic crystals per pound were still too expensive, but he didn’t care. Making money was Feilin and Aisike’s business, as long as he could buy the sacred mushroom powder.

Oblivious to all this scheming, Aisike sneezed, rubbed his nose and asked Ange,

“Do you want me to create an illumination magic array for you?”

The Illumination Magic Array is a must-have tool for the plantation. Although the light of bioluminescent moss helps underground, a high-powered Illumination Magic Array can still supplement the necessary light when needed, such as during the heading stage, filling stage, etc.

Ange was interested in all things related to planting, so he nodded. Since Feilin was not around and there was no one to translate for him, he put on the Scarecrow Hat, morphed into a human shape and asked, “How much?”

Seeing the skeleton in front of him suddenly transform into a lifelike human male, Aisike rubbed his eyes and felt a sense of disbelief, “Is…ls this an illusion technique? How can it be so clear? I… I…”

Aisike subconsciously raised his hands. He really wanted to bust the illusion with various anti-illusion spells, but he quickly held himself back.

After calming himself, Aisike spoke, “Well, you don’t need to pay any money.

It’s a simple array. The main trouble is that it needs magic power to operate. Casting is not too troublesome …”

At this point, Aisike suddenly remembered Feilin’s instructions and quickly added, “Uh… it ought to be bartered, right? Let me calculate… about thirty pounds of grains, okay?”

Thirty pounds of grain for having an Intermediate Wizard inscribe a magic array would be an insult in the human world. But Aisike felt a bit shy, thinking that he had asked for too much. After all, they were not in the human world, but in the Underground city where the lack of grain had gotten so bad that they had to resort to eating grass.

Thirty pounds, huh? That’s not convenient, a bag of grain weighs twenty pounds, two bags would be forty: “Make it forty.” After saying that, he tolled out two bags of grain.

A price hike? Seriously, as the administrator of the Underground city, Aisike

would not starve. But one more portion of grain equals an extra dose of peace of mind, especially knowing the current situation where Feilin was preparing to launch the Undead Calamity.

However, after a thought, he shyly asked, “Do you have any beets there? If there are, could we exchange these grains for corresponding beets?”

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