Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

“Mattis? Elf Forest, I have a bad feeling about this.” Shamara pointed first at the Elf Forest.

Anthony thought the same, that’s why he put the Elf Forest foremost, because for insects, the Elf Forest is the most valuable, and the other places starting with ‘Elf’ are not suitable for mass breeding of insects.

As such, the God of Life might have a headache. An Insect God is hiding in its forest, and it did not even notice?

Shamara returned the paper, Anthony grasped it in his hand, and then took out another piece of paper filled with signs, saying, “Luther, tell me what you think these are, they are the symbols of the Goblin Trade Guild’s third edition lucky charms of this year, which ones do you think are the lucky ones?”

“Lucky symbol? Luther? What is that?” Negris was confused. Lucky charms of the Goblin Trade Guild? Since when can goblins bless others?

Shamara took the slip of paper, had a look, then looked up at Anthony: “How much is the prize money?”

“Two hundred thousand Magic Crystals.” Anthony had a feeling he was seen through, and promptly replied.

Shamara nodded, “I think it wasn’t Luther who asked, I won’t tell you. But thank you, you let me know a way to make money. If I had known earlier that I could make money in this way, I wouldn’t have needed to join the laundry team.”

What Shamara referred to as the laundry team was the method she used to infiltrate the Land of Slumber. She was harassed by the team leader because of this. If she had two hundred thousand Magic Crystals, why would she need to resort to such means to get there?

Anthony sighed without changing his expression, “Ah, you saw through me. The disaster relief has exhausted all the assets I could muster, and I still owe Silver Coin Commerce a large sum of money. I was planning to use the Goblin Trade Guild’s lottery to repay some of the interests, but nevermind that. I’ll think of another way.”

Anthony sighed in regret, his face heavy as he turned to leave.

Shamara firmly grabbed his sleeve and said moved, “You are a noble person. This, this, and this, all have given me a feeling of luck. Hurry and use them to pay the interest.”

Negris roared in Ange’s spirit, “Kvada, you’ve mistaken the person! He tricked you! How can you not feel it? All the other premonitions are so accurate, why can’t you see people accurately?!”

Negris was anxious, equating the cunning and deceitful Anthony with a noble person? Then it, the God of Knowledge, is a pure dragon!

Ange tilted his head, sending a thought to it, “He did not lie.”

Negris paused for a moment, then immediately realized what was going on and gasped, “Kvada, can you even deceive divine techniques that foresee events?”

Anthony did not lie, he indeed planned to use this money to repay the interest, which was why Shamara did not feel that he was lying. But the money was originally his plan to scam for free, wouldn’t it be normal to repay the interest?

Holding the lucky symbols circled by Shamara, they left the residence of the Fallen Legion.

Once they climbed aboard the carriage, Negris couldn’t wait to ask, “What are the lucky symbols that you got? How do I play? And is the reward as much as two hundred thousand?”

Anthony explained the rules of the game, “You can buy three symbols per group, each group of symbols is worth one gold coin, you can buy an unlimited number of groups. It’s held once per quarter, if all three symbols match, that person is considered exceptionally lucky and will receive a Magic Crystal Reward of two hundred thousand.”

Negris listened, wide-eyed and tongue-tied, often remarking that such a game exists? He has to admit, it suits Shamara’s predictive ability perfectly.

During the thousand years that it was sealed, there were more and more tricks coming from intelligent beings.

Nevermind that, without Shamara’s predictive ability, it couldn’t play this game with such a slim probability of winning. It quickly changed the subject, “Is it confirmed that the Insect God is hiding in the Elf Forest? What do we do now? Are we heading to the Elf Forest?”

Anthony shook his head, “Is there a need for us to go to the Elf Forest? Wouldn’t notifying the God of Life and the Elves do the job? They would turn the forest upside down.”

Negris nodded, “That makes sense. Alright Ange, notify the elves and the Tree of Life.”

Ange nodded, pulled out a green object like an emerald tree core, along with a wooden sign.

Anthony’s eyes nearly bulged out when he saw the green tree core, he gasped in shock, “This… this… is… is this the legendary item? How did you get it?”

“Do you know what this is?” Negris asked in confusion.

“The Heart of Life, isn’t it? It’s the Heart of Life, right? The Heart of Life that is said to grant eternal life?” Anthony questioned excitedly.

Negris rolled his eyes: “The World Tree itself cannot live forever, how could it possibly grant eternal life to others? But you’re right, it is the Heart of Life. The question is, how do you know about it? The old World Tree never gave it to anyone.”

“Huh? It hasn’t given it to anyone?” Anthony was also puzzled: “But it’s widely believed that one can gain eternal life by obtaining the Heart of Life, even the elves believe this.”

“That must be nonsense. This is the core of the World Tree. It hasn’t mentioned any other functions, except that holding it allows for communication with it. As for eternal life, it’s definitely nonsense. The World Tree itself cannot live forever, it doesn’t even outlive us.” Negris retorted.

Anthony then had his realization. Yes, only the undead are immortal. Could the Heart of Life possibly help someone transform into an undead being for eternal life?

Lord Ange communicated with the Heart of Life through telepathy and spoke a few words to the wooden board. Not long after, Gailard’s voice came from the wooden board:

“Thank you, Lord Ange. Actually, we already had some suspicions, but we have not been able to locate it. The God of Life is unwilling to heed us, Lord Ange, could you…beep…”

Before Gailard could finish speaking, Ange swiftly ended the communication on the wooden board.

Anthony paused for a moment before he could react, then he couldn’t help but laugh: “Haha, even Gailard has had a bad day. My Lord, you might be the first person to treat the Elf Queen in such a manner.”

“Never mind about the Elf Queen, let’s talk about you. Ange left his land to come and help you out, what do you think should be offered in return?” Negris asked.

Now, the pestilence in the resettlement area was basically under control. After the emergency treatment of critically ill patients, those with mild and severe diseases were starting to get better just by taking medicine.

Even if there were a few severe cases, Anthony had enough healers under his command and there was no longer a need for Ange to intervene personally.

Now that everything was settled, it was time to settle accounts.

Anthony grimaced: “My Lord, can I owe you for now? Or could people be used as payment? Perhaps a couple of plots of land for you to cultivate?”

In fact, Anthony had been thinking about this issue for some time. An equivalent exchange had always been Ange’s principle, so he had been contemplating what to return. Now, the biggest problem was not knowing what Ange needed.

He has always believed that people are more important than money, but Ange didn’t seem too interested in acquiring more people, and he was currently lacking money. He would need to wait until the second half of the year when the religious tax would provide him with money. But, if the disaster didn’t recede, who would he collect the taxes from in the second half of the year?

Ange shook his head: “I’ve received my payment.”

As he spoke, he raised his finger and a chubby little ghost emerged from it. It had gained a lot of weight after a while, currently looking like a round ball.

“You’ve received? The Little Ghost? Don’t tell me you took the entire belief network of those hundreds of thousands of people?” Negris was astonished.

Ange nodded.

When Goddess of Beauty City received those tens of thousands of Fallen People, Ange had stolen their belief network once, all connected to Little Ghost. He had snatched it from hundreds of thousands more now, and it won’t be long before the Church of Light would be totally emptied by him.

Hundreds of thousands of followers were far better than any Demon Crystal or treasures. Anthony had always been encouraging Ange to vie for people. If he could stealthily steal followers this way, it would prove to be a much better method.

“My Lord, shall we arrange for several more prayer meetings, now that you’ve stolen their entire belief network?” Anthony suggested excitingly.

Ange dismissively shook his head. Stealing believers wasn’t as interesting as cultivating things, he wouldn’t do it.

At this point, Ange suddenly tilted his head and took out the same wooden board from earlier.

The board was emitting an urgent ‘beep-beep’ sound. Ange clicked it open, only to hear the frantic voice of the Elf Queen: “Lord Ange, suddenly loads of insects have appeared, we can’t kill them all off, their numbers are increasing, they’re devouring the forest, if this continues, the God of Life and the forest will be completely devoured by them.”

Ange quickly pulled out the Heart of Life, a thought from the World Tree came from it: Save me…