Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Gailard burst into grudging laughter as he saw this sentence, “Alright, alright, wait till I come over to fight you.”

“Are you angry? We’re angry too. We shouldn’t have saved the God of Life, should’ve just let it die and spare ourselves from your ungrateful Elves who return kindness with ingratitude.”

“Why can’t you see such a simple truth? No. What do you want? Do you think we can’t guess? No. The Tree of Life belongs to itself, not to you Elves.”

The second and third paragraphs of the letter brought Gailard some shame and feelings, so their thoughts were crystal clear to others.

However, this shame vanished at section four

“You have many men, and home advantage, so why not send someone for a solo challenge, the loser must run around the World Tree naked, dare you?!”

Among the other side, including Ange, Negris and a bunch of guys, the only one dressed was Little Angel, what’s the meaning of naked running for them?

The fifth paragraph: “I see you dare not, we’ll take our leave first, when the God of Life wakes up, we’ll come back, by then we will accuse you Elves of rudeness in front of it.”

“Take good care of the crops, property, and people we left behind, if they fail harvest, go bankrupt or die because of you, the God of Life will surely punish you, the Undead God won’t let you go, the God of Knowledge will curse you.”

“If you can’t do this, we’ll mail a leaf from the sapling each month, until it turns bald, hope you take the hint.”

The letter ends here, underneath are some random traces, as if several guys were fighting for the pen and ink while composing this letter.

“What does the letter say?” Kael’danil, seeing Gailard finished reading, leaned over to ask.

Gailard handed the letter to her directly, stared blankly at the faraway Goddess of Beauty City and the World Tree.

After Kael’danil finished reading, she stated with surprise: “There’s still crops? I’ll go take a look.”

She jumped backward, transformed into an eagle, and soared into the sky. Soon she found a large rice field by Fallen Dragon Lake, picked one at random and look carefully, her expression changed greatly.

Aestolia was the third one to receive the letter, her fingers softly glided across the parchment, and the words came to life like as if touched by her.

Soon, Aestolia ‘read’ the whole letter with her fingers.

“What should we do?” Gailard asked worriedly.

Aestolia smiled faintly: “Can you locate which plane they’re in?”

Gailard shook his head: “Though the general area can be determined, the specific abyss is hard to determine. It may take several or even dozens of years, searching one by one, we need to invest a lot of manpower and resources, and there may be casualties.”

“Then until you find them, take care of what they left behind.” Aestolia suggested.

Gailard hesitated a bit: “Is that okay? There’s a sentence in the letter that’s true, the Tree of Life belongs to them. Is it okay for us to strive so desperately to seize it?”

Aestolia smiled faintly: “This is a question for you. Can you, or the Elf Clan, bear the cost of losing the God of Life?”

Gailard shuddered and shook his head immediately: “We can’t.”

As the Elf Queen, she knew very well the weakness of the Elf Clan. Without the God of Life, the Elf Clan is likely to face extinction.

“So now you only have two choices, at all costs, seize the sapling while it’s still small, cultivate it well, it may not remember that it was stolen. The God of Life once said that it has no memory of the events from ten thousand years ago, so it doesn’t know how we Elves were born.”

Gailard fell into contemplation, after a while he asked: “And the second one?”

“Build a good relationship, wait till it has the ability to shelter the Elf Clan, then pledge loyalty to it.” Aestolia answered.

Compared with the first choice, the second one sounds more like a joke, Gailard said disapprovingly, “Stop joking.”

Aestolia gave a faint smile, without any rebuttal.

Gailard took a deep breath, reached a decision: “Let’s settle for this, take good care of their fair crops temporarily, put all our efforts into finding their location in the abyss, seize the sapling at all costs, the Tree of Life must belong to the Elves.”

With a whoosh, an eagle swooped back and transformed into Kael’danil: “It may not be that simple, take a look.”

Gailard looked blankly at the harvested rice, being a Giant Dragon Hunter, what could she understand from a rice stalk? She looked puzzled.

Aestolia touched it but couldn’t figure out anything either.

“This is what I picked from the side of Fallen Dragon Lake, the lake water is salty, these are saltwater rice crops.” Kael’danil said anxiously.

Every profession has its own expertise, neither the Giant Dragon Hunter nor the God of Truth and Law understood the key point and asked, “Is it valuable? Rare? It seems that human food cannot be grown in salty water, right?”

“Unprecedented, it’s a new crop, a crop that can grow in salty water and saline. a completely new crop, no one is certain they can ‘take care of it’ well.” When talking about ‘take care of it’, Kael’danil emphasized her tone particularly.

Now, Gailard and Aestolia understood the key issue, a whole new crop, and it’s a saltwater one, even Kael’danil doesn’t have the confidence ‘to take care of it’, then who can?