Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

The Shadow Guard’s glowing red eyes widened dramatically. He quickly raised his hands to shield himself, but Big Bone’s push sent him scattering apart.

Ange also raised his hands to block Big Bone’s other hand. He didn’t move an inch while his feet skidded several steps back on the slippery mud.

Big Bone was flustered, “Oh, oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He then went running towards the scattered Shadow Guard, intending to piece him back together.

“Lord Big Bone, I know it wasn’t on purpose. Please don’t come closer!” The Shadow Guard quickly reformed a face and shouted anxiously, stopping Big Bone’s approach. If Big Bone accidentally touched him again, he might not survive a second time, no matter whether it was intentional or not.

Big Bone despondently stopped, scratched his head, “I’m sorry… You guys are too fragile… Ange and the others can take it…”

The Shadow Guards didn’t care about what Big Bone was saying as long as he stayed away from them. The leading Shadow Guard said, “Lord Big Bone, the Great Sage has ordered us to commandeer fertile land for our Druid guest to cultivate. Is this your territory?”

Scratching his head, Big Bone responded, “No, it’s Ange’s.”

Big Bone stepped aside, revealing Ange standing behind him.

The Shadow Guard blinked in confusion. The powerful undead creatures in the Land of Fallen were few, and Big Bone was one of them. If the land belonged to Big Bone, it would be understandable, but why would an ordinary Golden Skeleton have so much farmland?

But he didn’t think too much about it and said, “Golden Skeleton, the Great Sage needs to seize your farmland to let the Druid cultivate. Please cooperate.”

“No.” Ange refused.

“Golden Skeleton, I hope you will cooperate. This is the command of the Great Sage.” The Shadow Guard said sternly.

“No.” Ange denied again.

Little Angel came running up and was picked up by Ange before she could make a move.

The Little Angel turned around in confusion and pointed at the Shadow Guard, “Ah!”

Ange shook his head, “Ah.”

“Oh.” Little Angel dejectedly backed away.

After being interrupted, the Shadow Guard was momentarily flustered. They had never encountered anyone who rejected the Great Sage’s commands before, so what to do now?

But they didn’t have to worry for long. They all stepped back as a shadow rapidly approached from the distant horizon. With a swing of its tail, it stopped right in front of them.

The Great Sage climbed down from the carriage, vexed. But when he saw the scene, he immediately became bewildered, “Big Bone? What are you doing here?”

Scratching his head, Big Bone pointed at Ange and the others, “New friends.”

The Great Sage followed Big Bone’s point to Ange and others.

An ordinary Golden Skeleton, a human little girl, a witch, a Bronze Dragon, big cats, and in the distance, a human lady, three humans, a witch, a unicorn… What an odd combination?

Since they were Big Bone’s friends, it seemed inappropriate to use force. Even the huffing and puffing Great Sage was scratching his head, turning to the Druid in the sky and saying, “Honorable guest, this land has an owner. Would you please find another place?”

Dobinki’s voice drifted down from the eagle’s back, “No, this soil is fruitful, the most suitable for planting crops. If we switch to another place, it’s unlikely we’ll get a thousand pounds per acre.”

Well, isn’t it obvious?

Ange implanted insect ash as the base fertilizer, mixed in bird droppings, added corresponding wood ash and crushed stones from the Earth Hammer. With Ange’s experience of over a thousand years in cultivation, he carefully balanced the soil proportion and then purified the soil from vermin, mold, and other impurities using Purification.

Dobinki would absolutely never find such suitable soil in a natural environment. He had never even seen such soil, so of course he wouldn’t give it up easily.

The Great Sage couldn’t help but feel troubled. If Dobinki had any other reasons, that would be tolerable. But now that he had brought up the issue of not being able to produce a thousand pounds per acre, the Great Sage had to give it serious consideration.

If not a thousand pounds per acre, then how much? Five hundred? Three hundred? One hundred? No matter how much yield they could achieve in the end, the Druids could always say: It was because you didn’t give us that land, that’s why the yield is so low; you’re responsible.

The blame could be shifted easily.

To avoid future excuses, it seemed like it would be better to seize the land for them, and maybe provide some compensation for Big Bone’s friends.

Thinking of this, the Great Sage turned his head, just about to say something, when the Bronze Dragon surprisingly spoke up. The Bronze Dragon gave a wry smile and said, “Old Undead, do you recognize me?”

Negris was attentively watching the Great Sage’s expressions. Seeing his final expression, Negris knew something was wrong. Based on his understanding of this Old Undead, he suspected the Great Sage was preparing to use force.

It would be fine for other situations, but seizing Ange’s fields was absolutely unacceptable. If they ended up fighting and accidentally killed the Great Sage, that would be troublesome.

At this point, Negris couldn’t afford to hide anymore, and started yelling ‘Old Undead’ instantly.

The disrespectful address angered the Shadow Guards, “How dare you!”

Just as they were about to rush up to cut down the Little Yellow Dragon, the Great Sage stopped them, then he looked at the Little Yellow Dragon incredulously, shocked and unsure as he called out, “God of Knowledge?”