Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Ange continued to force-feed, challenging the Little Zombie’s resolve.

Ange was furious. If it weren’t for his quick reaction, most of the Little Zombie’s body would have been eaten. If the Soul Fire in its heart were gnawed at, the Little Zombie would die.

The Spirit Eater probably never imagined it would be stuffed with so much soul energy. After gorging, it sent out painful signals of fullness… burst… mercy…

Ange reached out his finger and formed a Soul Oath onto the hat. The Spirit Eater obediently allowed the oath to be inscribed on it, establishing a connection between its soul and Ange, integrating into the Soul Network.

Some information also flowed into Ange’s soul.

After browsing the information transmitted by the Spirit Eater’s hat, Ange looked up at Negris and said, “Scarecrow Hat. He made it.”

“It? This hat made the Scarecrow Hat?” Negris found it strange, a hat making another hat?

Ange shooked his head: “Durken made it.”

“Oh, is he also an illusionist? Alchemist?” Negris casually inquired.

It wouldn’t be odd for Durken, the Witch King, to acquire all sorts of skills. An otherwise unremarkable Witch, incapable of defeating Steadfast Locke in a duel, what else could he do besides sleeping?

Of course, he would dabble in anything that amused him. His behaviour of setting up his palace in the concert hall suggests that learning new skills is quite ordinary, nothing surprising.

As expected, Ange nodded: “He knows both.” Meaning, he masters both illusion and alchemy, possesses musical skills, and undoubtedly has high magical skills. He is a versatile Witch King.

Ange picked up the conductor’s baton, infused it with soul energy, and took out his cracked Scarecrow Hat. Gently, he touched the crack.

The broken Scarecrow hat astonishingly began to repair itself.

“Wow, is this an illusion technique?” Luther exclaimed in surprise, assuming he had fallen under an illusion.

“Ah ah ah, I finally understand what they are. The Gold-touch Suit, this is a great treasure,” Negris admired.

Luther asked confusedly, “I thought you hardly know Durken? How come you know about his suit?”

“Sigh, it’s the cruel truth of life that the work is widely known, but the creator isn’t. The Gold-touch Suit is famous, but no one knows it was made by him.” Negris sighed in understanding as everybody knew the God of Knowledge, but who cared about his deity title?

Luther hastily asked, “Just tell me, why is it so famous?”

“The Gold-touch Suit consists of three things: a Spirit-sucking Weird Hat, a Gold-touch Stick, and a cloak. The Hat is imbued with various secret techniques of alchemy that, once worn, grants proficiency in Alchemy. Through the use of the Gold-touch Stick, it’s easy to create or repair alchemical equipment. Look closely, isn’t the Scarecrow Hat fixed now?”

Ange took off the Spirit-sucking Weird Hat and put on the Scarecrow Hat again. A flash of light appeared around his body, and the previously transformed human figure reappeared.

“It seems it really is repaired, this Gold-touch suit is quite convenient,” Negris marvelled.

Ange nodded and casually placed the Spirit-sucking Weird Hat on Negris’s head.

“Ah! What are you doing? It will devour me! Ah! Help! It’s biting me, quickly take it off! Save me!” Negris felt the hat on his head squirming and thought he was going to be nibbled to bone like Little Zombie. A mournful message was released from the hat: stop eating… idiot…

Upon closer inspection, the squirming hat had shrunk a bit and turned into a small top hat that just fitted Negris’s forehead. It snapped securely onto the protruding part of his skull, like a custom-made fit. It seemed that the squirming wasn’t trying to nibble him, but to adapt to his shape.

Ange also stuffed the Gold-touch Stick into Negris’s hand: “It said, the more you know, the better you can use it.”

Although the Spirit-sucking Weird Hat carried many secrets of alchemy, ordinary people couldn’t use it properly. For instance, some skeletons had no concept of alchemy and could only blindly try to operate.

Moreover, once Ange put on the Scarecrow Hat, he couldn’t wear the Spirit-sucking Weird Hat, so Negris was the most suitable candidate to wear it.

“You also think I’m knowledgeable, right.” Negris’s paws crossed at his waist, tail raised with pride.

Having received a new toy, Negris immediately started experimenting with everything in sight, just like Ange when he found the Life Essence. A perfectly good table, with a tap of the Gold-touch Stick, creaked and turned into wood chips and copper nuggets.

Ange spent quite some time rummaging around the palace yet found nothing of use. Of course, that was his opinion. Any of the exquisitely crafted luxurious items taken out would be considered artistically valuable.

But alas, if it couldn’t be cultivated, it was considered useless.

Leaving the Resting Palace, Luther joyfully threw in the Upgrade Beans.

“By the way, Ange, do you remember the luxury carriage? The one in the desert, the magician’s one, what’s its name?” Negris asked.

Ange nodded and transferred out the luxury carriage.

This carriage truly embodies the nobles’ fondness for indulgence and luxury. The carriage not only has overlapping space but also an Ice Magic Array to cool down and maintain the most comfortable temperature.

But these magical facilities consumed enormous amounts of energy. Just ordinary operations would require more than ten Demon Crystals every day.