Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

“Here are twenty coupons for the Desert Style Bathhouse, twenty tickets for the deluxe set meals at the Dark Elf Tavern, oh, and two Face Purification Beauty Experience Tickets. If you have any women with you, they can go and give it a try, it’s totally legit.” President Kage showed an expression everyone could understand, leaving the two men who knew nothing about it thoroughly confused.

Even after leaving the Mercenary Guild, Negris was still murmuring, “What’s a ‘one-stop’ set menu? What have they done to us dragons?”

Hurrying through the winding streets, Rogge emerged after a quick wait at a corner, “No trackers, just an ordinary human mumbling something about the King of Mercenaries all the time. I cut his belt and he didn’t dare to follow.”

Ange nodded, the Soul Armor dissipated and he put on a straw hat, transforming into a typical human.

“Let’s go to this Face Purification Beauty Salon. I suspect this is the business the silver coin mentioned, he did brief us about it before.” Negris said.

Ange tilted his head, recalling something similar. The flow of Faith Elemental Force from the silver coin was sporadic, but whenever it occurred, it was incredibly dense, like some sort of ritual was happening. According to the silver coin, it was down to this Face Purification Beauty Salon.

After asking people for directions, they finally found the so-called Face Purification Beauty Salon, only to discover that they couldn’t enter. It only admitted women.

Alright, this left the only female among them to do the work. In a secluded area, Ange brought out Little Angel. As soon as she landed, she jumped onto a hammer, her holy light-veiled fists pounding on the hammer, accompanied by the sounds of thumping and screams.

Little Angel had brought out the Earth Hammer, but why the screams? Ange hurriedly put everything back and took a peek with his mind.

Inside the Temple of Rest, Little Zombie and Little Angel were bullying the Earth Hammer. Little Zombie was holding down the handle and Little Angel pounded it with her fists glowing with holy light. Dissatisfied with her own attack power, she doubled up her fists and hammered down fiercely, making the ground echo with the thud sounds. The Earth Hammer emitted tortured screams, “Hot, hot, hot, hot…”

Ange quickly stopped the two little creatures and lifted the Earth Hammer. Yes, he lifted it. The Earth Hammer, which had required his full strength to lift just a bit outside, was now lifted as if it were an ordinary hammer.

Curious, the Bronze Book approached, its voice full of surprise, “Oh? A spirit, there’s a spirit. This hammer is conscious.”

A thought echoed from the Earth Hammer, “Aren’t you a spirit too, a book that has gained consciousness?”

“Huh, it talks back? Ange, hand it back to Little Angel.”, Negris said.

Ange didn’t do as told, but turned to Little Angel and said, “Ooh?”

“Ooh!”, Little Angel pointed at the Earth Hammer.

“Why are you… roaring at it?” Ange asked the Earth Hammer.

It seemed the Earth Hammer realized Ange was the one in control. To avoid being handed back to Little Angel, it confessed, “She doesn’t bear the bloodline of Black Mountain, I thought she had stolen me. I shocked her.”

Ange tilted his head, and said, “Not stolen, snatched. You are ours.”

Not stolen, but snatched…

The Earth Hammer trembled as if it were about to lose control. Ange tightened his grip, and holy light constantly exploded from his hand.

The Earth Hammer let out a series of screams, “Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot… I, the Earth Hammer, pledge my loyalty to you, my Lord! Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!”

Ange’s holy light explosion was too rapid. Despite pledging its loyalty, it was still burnt several times and it was barely alive.

Once the Earth Hammer had recovered somewhat, Negris leaned in and said sympathetically, “It was wise of you to surrender. Any slower and you might have been erased.”

The Earth Hammer replied discontentedly, “Is everyone so cruel now?! Even denying the opportunity to surrender?”

Negris asked, “Hm? Someone else mentioned this before. Do you know how to farm?”

“Farming? I am Earth Hammer. Are you insulting me by asking me to farm?” Earth Hammer sounded somewhat angry.

“Well, if you can’t, then you lose the opportunity to surrender,” Negris replied.

“I can!” Earth Hammer responded definitively.

“Huh?”

“I can loosen the soil. Any rock that I hit turns into mud, which has excellent drainage. It’s perfect for planting things. When Black Mountain Kingdom was first established, the land was rocky. I brought it to fertility hammer by hammer,” Earth Hammer said resentfully.

“Good, you have hope. Here, a demon spirit that can’t farm is worthless.”

“Can you farm then? How can a yellow book like you do farming?” Earth Hammer asked.

“I can teach you farming.” Now it was Negris’s turn to sound resentful. “Give it to Little Angel, let her use it to loosen the soil.”

Ange put the hammer on the ground, Little Angel came over, picked it up easily, looked at it for a moment, then punched it.

“Why are you still hitting me when I haven’t even said anything!” Earth Hammer wailed.

Putting Earth Hammer down for the time being, Little Angel was lifted up, took the voucher, and rushed off to the Face Purification Beauty Salon, raising the voucher high to the welcoming girl.

“Oh, where did you get this voucher, little girl? Where are your parents?” the welcoming girl asked with surprise.

“Wow!” Little Angel hopped and jumped, thrusting the voucher at the girl’s face, because Ange told her to give the voucher to the humans, and then go in, without hitting anyone.

Just as the voucher was about to hit her face, the welcoming girl reluctantly took it. Before she could say anything, Little Angel had already rushed inside.

This was a garden-style building. Inside the entrance was a courtyard with a pond, a big tree, flowers, and fish.

In the cool corner under the lean-to, some clearly aristocratic women were dressed lightly, lying or sitting, chatting and laughing. Some were flaunting their fullness, some showing off their slender figure, some displaying their fairness. It was a bustling scene.

Negris suddenly said, “So that’s how it is. No wonder they only serve female guests. Such skinny bodies aren’t good looking. Human stomachs are too small, which can easily cause their organs to collapse and they can’t store heat. Our dragon bodies are much better.”

At this moment, Ange and Negris were both focused on Little Angel, who ran all the way, ready to swat at these white thighs. Some of the ladies couldn’t resist crowding around at the sight of the tender and innocent Little Angel.

“What a cute little girl, she looks like an angel. Come, let auntie hold you.”

Little Angel’s hand was itching to punch them, but luckily Ange had warned her not to hit anyone, or else it would be trouble.

Just then, a crisp slap sounded. A girl dressed in work clothes, covering her face with her hands, tears in her eyes, ran out of a room nearby.

A middle-aged woman chased out of the room, her hands on her hips as she shouted, “Do you know who I am? You’re called the Face Purification Beauty Salon, right? Let me tell you, if you can’t remove the spots on my face today, I’ll smash your sign.”

By the time Little Angel got to the woman, she had either let her anger fester or simply didn’t like the sight of the pure and tender Little Angel. The middle-aged woman tripped her and muttered, “Where does this brat come from, get lost.”

Instinctively, Negris pulled Ange back. “Don’t be impulsive. She can’t hurt Little Angel.”

PS: Ling Chen still has a turn.