Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Soul Moss is a magical plant. Like most magical plants, it decays when it is separated from the soil. It must be immediately stored in a magical container or solidified in something that maintains magic. The child recklessly picked it by hand without any of these, which was nothing short of a reckless waste of resources.

A roar from the sky startled the child, causing him to fall on his butt, panickedly waving his wooden shovel at the sky.

With a tilt of his little face, a tiny face was revealed, with tiny dragon scales growing on his cheeks, nose, and eyebrows.

“Eh, a dragonkin? Whose dragonkin? Little Aili, is this yours?” Negris asked in surprise.

Naeli flew down and sniffed the child before saying disdainfully: “Yes, but I don’t want this dragonkin.”

“What? Why not? It’s your dragonkin; you have to take responsibility for it,” Negris said.

Brooks also descended and said solemnly, “Ms. Naeli, although you have seniority, you can’t just abandon your dragonkin. If you do, I will have to invoke the Black Dragon Codex.”

Naeli pouted: “Okay, I know …” then with one claw she smacked Negris on the head: “You take responsibility. He stinks.”

Ah! Feelings like this were the cause of her disdain. Why not just clean him up if he stinks?

A dragonkin is a creature contaminated by the Power of Dragon. Some creatures living within the territory of the Giant Dragon will indirectly or directly come into contact with the Giant Dragon’s power, leading to contamination and turning them into dragonkin.

It’s unclear whether being contaminated by the Power of Dragon is a benefit or a curse. Some creatures can control a small part of the Giant Dragon’s power, making it more efficient to cultivate or learn, but some cannot withstand the Power of Dragon, leading to diseases or even sudden death.

Regardless of the consequences, the Giant Dragon itself must be responsible. The Black Dragon Codex of the Dragon Clan stipulates that any dragonkin contaminated by a Giant Dragon must be taken care of by the dragon itself; abandonment is not allowed.

Of course, Giant Dragons are not inherently benevolent creatures. The Codex only stipulates responsibility, but it doesn’t provide any guidelines on how the responsibility should be fulfilled; whether to eat it, enslave it, or nurture it, all are interpreted as a form of responsibility.

The Little Angel descended; ever since it would not turn into ashes when releasing Holy Light, Ange had not taken away its wings.

It flew to the child’s side and picked him up.

The child was so scared that he started to wildly swing the wooden shovel in his hands, hitting the Little Angel with smack after smack. The white dress and the angel’s soft white face quickly gathered numerous grey marks.

The Little Angel unceremoniously punched the child’s eye socket.

“Don’t! Noooo!!” Negris yelled in fright. Given the Little Angel’s strength, that punch could have burst the child’s head open!

Thankfully, that didn’t happen. The child was just left with a black eye and was crying so hard that tears flew out. He dropped the wooden shovel, covered his eyes, and sobbed.

The Little Angel punched the child’s other eye, turning both eyes into black eyes.

The child was in so much pain that tears endlessly flowed from his eyes and his nose was running, not giving him a chance to cry out. After a bit, when the pain started to subside, he began crying again.

Then, unsurprisingly, the Little Angel punched the child’s cheek again. The crying was met with a punch, but if he stopped crying, he would be fine. Instinctively, the child covered his mouth.

The Little Angel nodded satisfactorily, gave the boy a shaking to get off all the loose dirt on him, then used her other hand to cast Holy Light onto his face. The rough and dirty face was instantly cleaned.

All the dirt, blackheads, and flaky skin were completely cleaned off by the Purification spell. The results were even better than the Death’s Touch Whitening and Freckle Removing Magic.

The oily scalp had matted the hair together. When Holy Light was applied, it was like someone had scrubbed hard with a hairbrush, leaving it so clean that there was no way it could knot up again. But it was clear that the damaged hair quality couldn’t be restored, leaving it dried out and splitting.

However, to the child before them who was a dragonkin, this spoon was nothing short of magical to an unbelievable extent. He stared with wide eyes full of admiration for the Little Angel.

The Little Angel cleaned him up one bit at a time, turning him into a freshly hatched chick. The clean hair became fluffy, and he seemed really cute.

Negris flew over and asked, “Little friend, what’s your name?”

“Eeh eeh aah aah.” The dragonkin child made an unintelligible sound.

After a bit of communication, Negris said, “He can’t talk. He doesn’t have language skills. Could it be that he was alone out here? It couldn’t be, could it?”

“Little friend, where do you live? Are there any other people?”

“Eeh eeh aah aah,” the dragonkin child said.

Because he was a dragonkin, the child was relatively sturdy, but at a closer inspection, Negris discovered that he was probably only four to five years old.

There was no useful information to be had from the non-verbal dragonkin child. Negris had to search the surroundings himself.

A child of such a young age would not have much survival ability, so his range of movement would not be very large. After going in a circle, Negris discovered his shelter.

There was a shallow cave not too far away. Although the cave was not very deep – it could just about shelter two people from wind and rain – a skeleton sat at the deepest part of the cave. The skeleton had accumulated a fair bit of dust, suggesting it had been dead for a long time.

However, a blanket was carefully spread over the skeleton. The corner of the blanket showed signs of movement, and next to it, a shallow, shiny hollow had been worn away. Upon closer inspection, it was approximately the size of the dragonkin child.