Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

“Kvada…” Negris paused for a moment before cursing uncontrollably. He had understood what Anthony meant with his ‘tell’. He was planning to shape Polk’s memory.

If you lost your memory and the first person you met upon waking up told you, “I’m your father”, there’s a high probability you would believe them.

Anthony was now preparing to gather Polk’s soul shards and use them as a foundation to reshape a soul. As for whether this soul was the original Polk?

If it possesses parts of Polk’s memories and the rest is filled in by someone else, then it’s Polk.

Ange suddenly asked, “Soul shards, right?”

Caught off guard by the sudden question, Anthony nodded subconsciously, “Yes, Polk’s soul shards.”

Ange slowly raised his hand and drew a circle, saying, “There’s a lot.”

As he moved, the entire valley stirred up a sort of ‘wind’ that was drawn towards the central point of the circle he had traced in the air.

This ‘wind’ was not a physical phenomenon, but rather one that existed in the realm of souls. Only the Undead could sense this flow of energy.

When Ange reached the halfway point of the circle, the center point had already ignited into a lively flame. Once he completed the circle, the flame solidified, stronger than several Soul Fires, before it was all indiscriminately absorbed into the Crystal Ball.

Anthony was a little flustered, “So many? And you even lit the Soul Fire… Sir, did you collect all the soul shards? Polk on his own could not have released this many shards.”

Ange nodded, “A lot.”

“Why are there so many soul shards? Did many people die here? This could be problematic; this is alluding to a mishmash monster,” Anthony complained.

There were just too many soul shards, exceeding the total amount Polk could have released. There were definitely a lot of soul shards that did not belong to Polk. If they were all summarised in a Soul Fire, wouldn’t it become a mishmash monster?

But, none of this was Ange’s fault. Even if there were other shards here, the Spirit Prayer Technique would gather them all. Ange had merely widened the range of accumulation.

With this, he could gather more completely. He could just slowly weed out the excess later; he was an expert in this.

Holding the Crystal Ball close to him, Anthony continued to stroke it, mumbling to it with his forehead pressed against it: “Polk, Polk, you’re Polk, the loyal and brave Polk… huh, this one isn’t his, nor is this one. Discard, discard.”

Soon, Anthony suddenly looked up, “Sir, we may have stumbled upon a treasure. These soul shards, they belong to the Druids who were imprisoned here. Once I’ve sorted out Polk’s soul shards, the remainder will be yours.”

The light in Ange’s eyes blazed, and even Negris couldn’t suppress his excitement, “Really? Hurry up, is there anything about the primal deity in it?”

“It’s not that quick. It’ll take a long time to sort out Polk’s shards. This technique is quite complex and has to be taken slowly. However, I devoured a few shards earlier, and the residual information gave me a rough understanding of the situation here.”

“After I burned the curia’s documents, flocks of priests started dying off. A couple of centuries later, the church gradually forgot about this place. Without any funding, the guards that could escape did. Those who couldn’t simply settled here and became friends with the original Druids who had been in custody. This place turned into a village.”

A few Elf Druids never gave up on the primal deity project. Perhaps they believed they were cultivating the World Tree. With the Druids’ power, this valley turned into a lush, bird-filled, fragrant, and food-filled Happy Kingdom where residents settled.

Thus, they multiplied over several generations. As the Elf Druids one by one succumbed to death, the human villagers that had lost their protection began to struggle to survive. In a land of snow and ice, survival wasn’t easy. The valley’s population dwindled every year, resulting in the sight we see today.”

The old man who sold us the seed for a silver coin, maybe he was the last survivor of this valley. They had the seeds cultivated by the Druids, but couldn’t grow the legendary ‘Plantman’. Cornered by starvation, they had no choice but to sell.

“That’s more or less it. Some is acquired from shard memories, some is from my inference. Let’s first locate the Divine Body and we can study this slowly later.” He wrapped the Crystal Ball in a cloth and tucked it into his ring.

Anthony stretched out a hand towards the withered flower bud, shouting, “The divine pronounces, my gaze sees transpired time– the Eye of Time!”

As he shouted the last word, a white light emerged from his eyes.

After studying it for a while, the light felt less bright. Anthony looked awkward, “No, the divine’s Eye of Time cannot observe the divine’s body. Black Horse, can you sense it?”

Black Horse shook its head.

Little Angel suddenly pointed and chirruped, “Ah!”

Negris asked, “Can you sense it?”

Little Angel nodded and darted towards the cliff.

The two sides of the valley were nearly vertical cliffs, at least sixty or seventy meters high. Climbing up would lead to a mountain peak. Following the ridge of the peak, they chased after Little Angel. After a while, they noticed something up ahead.