Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Five votes against, two votes in favour, the proposal to expel or exterminate the abyss wanderers did not pass.

After disconnecting the teleportation array call, Guliani paced back and forth in deep thought. The attendant who had been present throughout the entire meeting asked in bewilderment, “Your Majesty, you clearly cast a vote in favour, so why say it was against?”

“Why do you think?” Giuliani paused, asking with a slight probing tone.

After some reflection, the attendant said, “Are you afraid outsiders will know of our internal discord?”

Guliani shook his head: “Will others not know of our discord? Anthony is almost ready to raise his own flag and establish a new church.”

“Are you trying to suggest that we will deal with the undead ourselves without the need for others to vote?” the attendant asked further.

Guliani still shook his head.

“Then you are trying to find out who cast the opposing vote?”

“Anthony cast it, there’s no need to sound him out.” Guliani said, laughing.

The attendant conceded, “Your wisdom is immeasurable.”

Acknowledging the attendant’s compliment with a faint smile, Guliani chose not to respond further.

Negris had just ended the teleportation array call when another new communication request came in, enough to drive him insane.

Once connected, it turned out to be Elf Queen Galadriel.

“Your Majesty, long time no see. Is there a problem with the World Tree?” Negris asked.

“Nothing’s wrong. The World Tree is growing well. I contacted you regarding the Dimensional Safety Cooperation Council Meeting. Are you aware of it?” Galadriel said.

“Oh, indeed I am. Thank you for your vote against, Your Majesty.” Negris replied casually.

Galadriel said in an ‘I thought as much’ tone, “So you do have some protection. I suppose, Brooks told you?”

“Yes indeed, after all I am the ancestor of the Dragon Clan, and Brooks doesn’t want his ancestor tied to the fire execution frame.” Negris commented.

After hanging up, Negris sighed. This was already the third person to report to him. Out of a seven-member council, three were leaking information to them. Unknowingly, Ange had built a solid network within the top social circle of this dimensional plane.

With this resolution, it was impossible for the entire dimension to unite against them. In truth, the only ones who harboured hostility towards the undead were the Church of Light.

The rest, such as the Elves and Dwarves, were just xenophobic. Not only to the Undead, but they also did not welcome other creatures and few could enter their territory without being expelled.

As for the Republic of Stellaris, it wore another name – the Magician Kingdom. They worshipped the stars and magic, respected different faiths, and promoted harmonious coexistence among various races.

In the Republic of Stellaris, no matter what creature you are, as long as you adhere to the three “no” principles of “no harm, no disturbance, no evil”, you can live there legally.

Spring Breeze Druid Loui is a citizen of the Republic of Stellaris.

But the Republic of Stellaris is too small, with a total population possibly not exceeding five hundred thousand. The number of other races cannot be counted, but perhaps, they are around two hundred thousand or so.

With this combined population of seven hundred thousand, they have created an exceptional and vibrant culture. They have the world’s most advanced magic civilization, a large number of high-quality wizards, and a myriad of powerful individuals from various professions, like Spring Breeze Druid Loui and Archmage Deluni.

Despite the presence of many creatures deemed heretical by the Church of Light in the territories of the Republic of Stellaris, the Church had never once mentioned launching an inquisition against them.

The Republic of Stellaris is located at the end of this desert, on a peninsula protruding out from the sea, connected to the mainland by a long corridor. The transport of most large goods usually relies on ships, so they also possess a massive ocean-going fleet.

Although the Church of Light is the only faction that harbors hostility toward the undead, it is large in size and influences a substantial population. At least sixty percent of the people across the continent adhere to the faith of Light, so they occupy three out of the seven seats in the higher dimensional security council.

The current situation is the best it could be. The resolution was vetoed, so Negris should no longer worry about being hunted down by the forces of the entire dimension. On the other hand, the existence of Negris has been brought to the attention of the highest authorities of the dimension, giving Negris the uneasy feeling of constant surveillance, like a thorn in his side.

“It seems that we must be careful in the future to avoid being ambushed by someone, like Nikola.” However, Negris was not overly concerned. Ange now has the ability to protect himself, with the little angel and Rogge around him like bodyguards. Even in his transformed state, it would not be easy for Brooks to kill him.

Negris turned off the teleportation array and called to Ange and the others who had started poking at the floor out of boredom. They crawled out of the dragon’s lair and flew towards Fallen Dragon Lake.

As they flew by, they suddenly saw someone on the ground jumping around and waving at them. Upon closer look, it was John.

Once they landed, they heard John excitedly shouting, “Ladies and Gentlemen, two couples from our village are getting married tonight. I would like to invite you all to join the wedding ceremony. Would you all have the time to join us?”

A wedding? Ange tilted his head. This was the first time he had heard of this event, and he was curious.

A wedding? The little angel tilted her head, curious.

A wedding? The little zombie tilted his head, curious.

Sensing their emotions, Negris couldn’t help but say, “This is a joyous occasion, of course, we have time. But we can’t consume ordinary food. We will bring our own beverages. Will that be alright?”

“Of course! Of course!” John was overjoyed.

At present, the area around the east river mouth of Fallen Dragon Lake, along with several villages near John, had undergone a dramatic transformation. The previous scenes of widespread starvation and desolate resignation to death were gone, replaced by a scene of great vigor and prosperity.

The food Ange left them helped them stave off their hunger, but what really reignited their hope for life was the acres of magic rice growing in the saline-alkali soil by the lake.

Bitter water—this was what the villagers around Fallen Dragon Lake called the lake’s water. Now, rice spikes were growing in the bitter water. Does this mean that the millions of acres of saline-alkali land around the lake can grow crops in the future?

The water volume of the Fallen Dragon Lake was definitely sufficient to irrigate millions of acres of cropland. If only 10 percent of this land could be reclaimed, Fallen Dragon Lake would never have to worry about food again.

This reignited the villagers’ hope for life. Once they had enough food and hope, they also started to have aspirations of raising the next generation.

Everyone blew whistles and beat drums, danced their signature spiraling dances under the bonfire, and celebrated with great enthusiasm. The two pairs of newlyweds were teased and played with by their friends and relatives until their faces turned red.

The little angel and the little zombie watched in confusion. The little angel even sneaked up to the bride’s side and licked the bride’s drink with her little tongue. Yuck, it was tasteless.

A plump young girl ran over to the little zombie and handed it a handkerchief before running away with blushed cheeks.

Seeing this, the villagers whooped and hollered, singing and dancing around the little zombie, leaving him with a bewildered look.

Negris didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He flew over and explained at length before he finally managed to pull the little zombie back.

Under the Face Purification Technique, the little zombie looked fresh and tender, the traces of hardships faced in his previous life were completely gone, making him look like a pretty boy. It was not just the young girls in the early stage of adolescence but also many widows and young women who had been eyeing him for a long time, ready to pounce on him.

Of course, another one that made the women’s eyes gleam was Ange. However, as Ange was squatting there, inserting his hand into the Temple of Rest, his shoulders heaving, he looked like a disabled person. The rest were just hesitating to make a decision for now.

Wiping nonexistent cold sweat, Negris chuckled, “Little Zombie, can you handle it? If you can ‘handle’ it, I won’t stop you.”

Just when the little zombie was looking puzzled, a hurried galloping sound was heard from outside the village. A lecherous voice shouted loudly, “Oh my, what a happy occasion! But don’t you all know the rules? In this vast desert, isn’t the bride’s wedding night supposed to be offered to the King of the Sand Thief?”