Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Geez, this guy not only wanted to steal the title of the God of Knowledge, he even stooped to doing what Negris refused to do. “I don’t have any money, just drop it.”

“Wait!” The devil quickly called out, every sentence about the Demon Crystal in the contract slowly began to disappear, “This should be fine now, right?”

“Add the date and deadline.”

Negris was still rather curious about why the devil appeared in Black Mountain Kingdom and how it got mixed up with the undead. After carefully examining the contract to ensure there were no hidden tricks, he pressed down his finger to sign it.

The demonic contract dissipated, turning into specks of light that disappeared into Negris and the devil.

In the world of magic, there are many powers maintaining honesty and contracts. The Undead have soul oaths, living beings have loyalty oaths, wizards have magic contracts, and demons have demonic contracts.

These were all bound by belief and rules, it was difficult to cheat. Even a prayer must follow the rules. Last time, someone prayed to the Undead God but did not fulfill his promise and ended up getting chopped by Ange.

Soul oaths are maintained by soul contact, magic contracts are upheld by magic elements, and devil contracts also have counterparts to enforce them. There was no fear of breaking the agreement.

However, devils often like to cheat and hide critical information. If you don’t understand the Demon Inscription, it’s easy to be at a disadvantage.

Yet human nature is greedy and always hoping for a fortunate stroke of luck. Even when they know that they’ll lose, they can’t help but think they won’t be that unlucky.

After signing the contract, Negris was ready to ask questions: “Are you in the Black Mountain Kingdom to exploit the insect disaster and then collect the fear from humans for something?”

With a sharp look, the devil widened his eyes, “Wait, you can ask questions like this?”

This is equivalent to stating the answer before asking the question. Right now, the Lord of Terror really wanted to know how did he know so clearly.

“I…this…you…” The Lord of Terror stammered.

“You better think about it, the contract has been signed, and I even added a deadline. Can you bear the backlash of the contract?” Negris proudly stated. He had been once despised by Shamara, so he quickly saw through the devil’s intentions of avoiding deadlines.

The Lord of Terror reluctantly submitted, “I created a few Terrifying Ghosts to parasitize the Relay Spirits, did it succeed?” He could faintly sense the presence of the Relay Spirits from the lower tower where he was.

“Oh, so you created that Terrifying Ghost,” Negris realized.

“So you mixed with the undead only to parasitize the Relay Spirits. But, how did they get their hands on this thing?” As Negris spoke, he motioned for Ange to bring out the box sealing Luna’s Holy Spirit Fragments.

The Lord of Terror practically wanted to cry, “You can’t ask questions like this! How many are these now?”

“One,” Negris replied.

“One hell! If I don’t answer the previous one, it is default. If I answer the previous one, you will say the question is not established and the second one is the real question! You, little yellow dragon, are too sneaky,” The Lord of Terror burst into anger.

Usually, it was him tricking others like this, but now someone used the same tactic against him.

“So, what’s your answer?” Negris didn’t deny using mischievous tricks. After all, what could he extract from only three questions?

The Lord of Terror finally gave up. He discovered that the underdeveloped Bronze Dragon before him held far too much information and seemed to not be asking questions, but validating his own suspicions.

“The undead is the night watcher of the graveyard in the Land of Slumber, and he dug up this box in the graveyard,” The Lord of Terror replied.

“Land of Slumber!? Land of Slumber!” Negris exclaimed in surprise while Ange looked at the devil in his hand with renewed vigor.

“You meant the Land of Slumber? The Land of Slumber from the Resting Palace?” Negris asked solemnly, word by word.

The Lord of Terror almost cried out, “You know this as well? Who the hell are you? I don’t know about any Resting Palace, but that’s what the undead told me.”

“Where is the Land of Slumber?” Negris asked urgently, no longer worrying about asking the question properly.

The Lord of Terror quickly replied, “I don’t know, haha, that’s three questions now, let me go.”

“Damn, I was in a hurry.” Negris slapped his forehead, angered. He was too eager and failed to trap the question, allowing the opponent to simply say “I don’t know” as an answer.

“Release it. Burada, even though our deal is done, look, these gleaming magic crystals.” Negris gestured for Ange to take out some magic crystals.

Ange casually poured out a small mountain of at least a hundred thousand magic crystals on the ground, causing the devil’s eyes to nearly pop out.