Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Ang quickly put all the chariots and corpses into the Temple of Rest, erased any signs of battle from the ground, gathered everyone back, and laid back down on the ground pretending to be dead.

But inside the Temple of Rest, everybody had already started discussing how to allocate the loot.

Luther drooled at the sight of the sword in Iron Leyce’s hand.

“Wow, look at this material, this craftsmanship, these gemstones, these magic patterns, and these inscriptions! How beautiful!” Luther really regretted not having a better education, he simply couldn’t come up with a fitting adjective in his mind.

Negris peered at it and nodded, “Dragon Pattern Steel Core Mithril Inlay Magic Rune Covered Earth Forged Gemstone Enhanced Piercing Enchantment Two-handed Sword. Indeed, not bad.”

“What?! What are you talking about?!” Luther sputtered. He understood every word that came out of Negris’s mouth, but when put together, all he understood was ‘two-handed sword’.

“I’m describing the sword’s forging process. Look, Dragon Pattern Steel forms the main body, with Mithril thread inlay. These magic runes aren’t engraved, they’re risen. All are made of Mithril thread. Covered by earth and forged, you see this earth pattern, does it look like a wave?”

“The gemstone enhancement, can you recognize what kind of gemstone this is? It’s a Wind Element Gemstone. With the first slash, you can avoid the hindrance of the Wind Element to the greatest extent, the efficiency of breaking the wind is high. Also, there’s a Piercing Enchantment, top-notch for piercing magic shields. Didn’t you see earlier? That Sword Saint pierces even two layers of a wizard’s magic shield in a single stroke.”

“Shh… shh… shh…” Luther gasped for breath as Negris spoke. “Recognition? I’ve never even heard of this kind of gem.”

“Now you know how poor you are!” laughed Negris

A native from an impoverished plane will have a hard time understanding the luxury of the noble swordsmen of the Prime Material Plane. In Luther’s mind, Prime Material Plane swordsmen aren’t all that great, at most eating ten beets at a meal. He never imagined that so many intricacies could be present in a single sword.

“Can… Can I have it?” he asked Ange hesitantly, twiddling his fingers.

Ange nodded his head.

Ecstatic, Luther roared, “You’re too kind, my lord! I swear to serve you to the death!”

Negris chuckled, “This lucky boy! This sword could be exchanged for a small city.” Even the smallest city would house over ten thousand people and have a solid brick wall. Anything without a wall and fewer than ten thousand people might as well be called a village or town.

No wonder Iron Leyce managed to duel the Great Magician to mutual defeat despite being surrounded by followers. More often than not, the rich derive their power not from personal strength, but from their equipment.

Picking up the magic ring from the wizard, Negris tossed it to Ange.”Explosive ring, capable of storing a level six Art of Explosion, you just need to channel magic power into it. It’s perfect for you, an infinite magic monster.”

Ange nodded, then tried to slip the ring onto his finger bone. Alasl, without any flesh on his finger, the ring kept slipping off. In the end, he had to wrap something around his finger before the ring would stay put.

“The Magic Suppressing Armor, which can suppress damage from magical attacks. With this size, only Luther can wear it. Armor is actually a troublesome thing since it needs to fit your size. If it’s too big or too small, it’s just not right.”

If it’s worn anyway, sometimes it won’t just fail to provide protection but actually hinder your movements. There are countless impoverished swordsmen who bought ill-fitting armor on the cheap, then tripped on an errant link during a battle, costing them their lives.

With glee, Luther accepted the armor, wiped it with a cloth, and then put it on.

Negris looked regretfully at the damage on the chest area, “You need to ask a dwarven craftsman to repair it later. Gouge a gemstone out from the armor and it will be enough to repair this breach.”

Luther was stunned for a moment then touched the damage area and replied, “Your words remind me of a saying, ‘milking the cow to feed the minotaur’. Suffice it to say.”

“Nonsense,” Negris muttered in annoyance, picking up Xiehed’s wand.

When it came to luxury, this wand was even more luxurious than Iron Leyce’s longsword. Negris couldn’t be bothered to go into detail — there were simply too many coveted items, and none of them were actually of any use to him. It was as if he was painstakingly playing matchmaker for other dragons, but in the end he was still alone. Incredibly boring.

Forget it, Negris wasn’t going to bother anymore. He roughly listed the rest of the loot, “Premium longswords, fifty sets of armor, some damaged.”

“Premium goose down bedding, four sets. Single-person tents, several.”

“Luxury tent cars, four. A water carriage, a cooking carriage, an office communication carriage, uh, this one should be specifically used for afternoon tea by chambermaids, right?”

By the time he listed up to this point, both Lighting and Naeli popped their heads in. “So you’re saying there are carriages just for tents, water storage, cooking, office work, and even a special one for afternoon tea?”